Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 46

"Brother Xiaoyuan, Runsheng, I think I must be dazzled, otherwise how could I see two people sitting on the dam in front of Zhou Yong's house."

Tan Wenbin rubbed his eyes hard and continued looking.

The more he looked, the more he hunched over, and the more he shrank back, silently protecting Runsheng in front of him.

As if that was not enough, he wanted to continue to shrink behind the boy.

When he looked down, he found the boy looking at him.

Feeling awkward and embarrassed as if he had been caught red-handed, Tan Wenbin immediately straightened his chest, took small steps forward, and finally stood back side by side with Runsheng, but his calves were still shaking.

He actually had a strong tolerance for things like corpses. After all, he had family traditions to rely on, but his family traditions were not metaphysics.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't say anything. After looking at Tan Wenbin, he picked up the compass again.

The compass showed that everything was normal, without even a hint of traction.

Although there is a distance between them, there is still some reaction, because Feng Shui acupoints are very difficult to change, but they are also simple. Wherever the evil spirit stands, there is a Yin Sha position.

The village chief came over, got out of the car and asked, "Run Sheng Hou, have you not found it yet?"

Runsheng looked at Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan whispered, "Soon."

Runsheng immediately replied: "We have a clue, it will be done soon, don't worry, village chief."

"Really?" The village chief breathed a sigh of relief. "Then find it quickly and fish it out, don't scare other people. The few people in the village who saw it were so scared that they got a fever when they got home, and they have been in the clinic for the past two days."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Zhou Yong."

Runsheng asked: "Village Chief, where did Zhou Yong go?"

"Yong Hou? Yong Hou should be watching the card game now, what's wrong?"

"He still plays cards?"

"He likes to stand by and watch others play, but he never sits at the table himself."

"Oh, like this."

"Farm work in the fields always has to be done, and helping people set nets and catch fish in the river is not always available. When he has nothing to do, Yong Hou will go and watch people play cards. After all, no matter how hard life is, people have to find some fun for themselves. Who wants to be sad every day?"

"Yep."

"It's this guy, Yong Hou. How should I put it? There's no one else like him."

"I heard that he donated a bridge?"

“Well, he donated the bridge. Originally, there was no need to build a bridge there, and not many people walked on it, but he insisted on donating it, saying that it was for the benefit of his wife and children.

I really couldn't persuade him, so I raised some money from the village and added his to build the bridge. I guess if more roads are built in the future, more people will use the bridge."

“I don’t understand why he does this.”

"That's right, you don't understand. Yong Hou is a good person and has good relationships with people in the village. But ever since his wife and children got sick, he has become a little weird. He is quiet when he's playing cards, but if you talk to him for a few more words, he will lead you in the direction of some nonsense. I don't know what kind of magic potion he drank.

In theory, it is a good thing for people to donate money to repair the bridge, but I also advised him at the time. I said: Yonghou, with this money, you can either demolish your house and rebuild a brick house, or buy your wife and children some good food, drinks and clothes. Our village does not lack that bridge, but your family should use this money to live a more comfortable life.

Hey, he refused, saying that if the village didn't agree to repair it, he would find a construction team himself. Run Shenghou, tell me, what else can I do?

I have been troubled by this issue these days. I had been kind enough to help his family apply for the minimum living allowance and they received some subsidies. But now that he donated money to build a bridge, it seems like he is just roasting me.

Damn it... Oh, no more words, Marquis Runsheng, let me know if you get anything, and when the job is done, I'll have a small feast for you and your grandfather at home, and the village will give you a red envelope."

"Well, go and get busy, village chief."

After the village chief left, the mother and daughter on the small dam were still there.

Li Zhuiyuan took a step forward and walked towards Zhou Yong's house. He wanted to verify his guess.

Seeing this, Runsheng naturally walked up to Xiaoyuan again.

Tan Wenbin stood there for a few seconds, then half lowered his head and quickly followed. Although he didn't dare to continue walking side by side with Runsheng, he at least walked ahead of Xiaoyuan.

The closer the distance, the clearer the mother and daughter on the small dam become.

The woman was sitting on a bench, with the girl nestling in her arms. The mother and daughter were talking and laughing, looking very warm.

Tan Wenbin began to sweat coldly. He looked up quickly from time to time, then immediately lowered his head after a glance.

All I could think of was the girl curled up in the rice jar and the woman lying in the cotton wool.

When he was almost at the door of the house, Li Zhuiyuan stopped.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan stopped.

"Brother Binbin, please keep going forward."

"Ah good."

Tan Wenbin folded his arms and continued walking forward. When he arrived in front of the dam, he stopped and looked towards the house. He found that it was empty and the mother and daughter had disappeared.

"No one is here..." Tan Wenbin turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

Li Zhuiyuan waved to him, signaling him to come back, and Tan Wenbin sprinted back.

Looking at the dam again, hey, the mother and daughter appeared there again.

"This……"

"Brother Runsheng, please move forward."

"it is good."

Runsheng walked forward to the place where Binbin had stopped before, and turned to look at the dam.

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin, who were standing at the back, saw Runsheng raise his hand awkwardly and wave it towards the dam.

"Can Runsheng see it?"

"Yes, because Brother Runsheng is from this village."

"Can it still be like this?"

"Because he didn't want others to know that his wife and children were dead."

"He, do you mean Zhou Yong?"

"Ah."

"But, Brother Xiaoyuan, since his wife and children are here, who is swimming in the river?"

"Zhou Yong."

"Ah? But didn't the village chief just say that Zhou Yong was watching them play cards?"

"Death can move."

"Is it so outrageous that he would go ashore to watch the villagers play cards?"

"Didn't you just eat the meal cooked by Si Dao? Remember the plate of boiled shrimp on the table? You ate the most."

"I...I didn't know that."

Runsheng came back and said, "They just waved and said hello to me."

"Ah."

Runsheng pulled out the Yellow River shovel from the sack and asked, "Should I smash it?"

"No, there's nothing there."

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the well on the dam covered with a big bamboo hat, and it was like a mirage.

He couldn't help but think about how he would do it if he were to set it up himself. At the very least, he wouldn't do it so low-level. At the very least, he would set up a miasma to lure people passing by outside in.

Like dropping dumplings into the well, they were lured into the well one by one.

Li Zhuiyuan took a breath, reached out and patted his forehead: Alas, Wei Zhengdao, you are really a piece of shit.

"Let's go, Brother Runsheng, let's go find Zhou Yong."

Runsheng scratched his head: "But I don't know which hall Zhou Yong is watching the card game."

"Just go to the biggest one. Even if it's not there, it'll be easy to ask people. Um, it's the one where we won money last time."

The three of them walked along the village road and soon arrived at the hall.

The short and fat Zhou Fabao was standing by the dam with his back to the road. He took out the bird and hummed a song while applying fertilizer to his small vegetable garden.

Turning his head, he saw three people walking towards him, and he subconsciously sped up the process to accommodate the guests.

But when I looked closely, I found it was Runsheng, and then I looked at the boy again, and he was the one from last time.

Zhou Fabao was so frightened that he trembled and quickly threw the bird away.

"Ah, this is what you are doing?"

Everyone had already reached the dam, but Zhou Fabao did not greet them. Instead, he stood there, half blocking them.

Last time these two came to my place to play cards, they ended up smashing my table, and the cups, ashtrays and other things were all over the floor.

Although he was very tactful and paid the money, he was doing business in a dishonest way and was afraid that the matter would get out of hand, so he didn't dare let these two people play cards at his place again.

Runsheng asked, "We are not here to play cards, we are here to look for someone. Is Zhou Yong here with you?"

"Yong Hou." Zhou Fabao smiled. "He didn't come to my place today. He must be watching other people playing cards."

"Oh." Runsheng looked at Li Zhuiyuan, "Xiaoyuan, Zhou Yong is not here."

"The boss is lying."

Zhou Fabao: “…”

The last time he came here to play Poker, Li Zhuiyuan memorized the facial features of everyone at the table. Since the boss would come to serve tea and water and collect wedding money, he was considered half a person at the table, so Zhou Fabao's facial features were also "recorded" by Li Zhuiyuan.

Although he is not at the poker table now, Li Zhuiyuan can still tell that his boss is "cheating" and his micro-expressions do not match the "card pattern".

Runsheng turned around to look at Zhou Fabao and asked again with a stronger tone: "Is Zhou Yong here?"

Zhou Fabao waved his hands repeatedly, showing an extremely aggrieved expression: "He's really not here, why would I lie to you, what's the benefit?"

Li Zhuiyuan was about to remind Runsheng to recall the threatening scenes in the movie, but Tan Wenbin was quicker.

He had a faux leather wallet, which he took out and opened, pulling out a family photo in which all the men except him were wearing police uniforms.

He put the photo in front of Zhou Fabao and asked, "Tell me, is Zhou Yong here with you?"

Zhou Fabao swallowed with some difficulty: "Yes."

"We have business with him."

As he spoke, Tan Wenbin walked straight inside and bumped his shoulder into Zhou Fabao, who immediately dodged.

Runsheng sighed in his heart: As expected, Xiaoyuan was right, there is no future in being in the underworld.

There were seven or eight gambling tables in the room, and the scene was very lively.

Tan Wenbin walked in, one hand on his waist, his eyes sharp. For a moment, it seemed as if his biological father was possessed by his spirit.

He scanned the crowd once, twice, three times...

Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer.

Because he didn't know what Zhou Yong looked like.

After Li Zhuiyuan and Runsheng came in, half of the people inside stopped playing cards and looked over. Some people who didn't know the truth immediately asked the people around them, and after learning their identities, they also looked over.

Everyone here has heard of that weird game of poker. Everyone has already made up their mind that they will leave the table wherever the kid sits.

Li Zhuiyuan asked Zhou Fabao: "Where is Zhou Yong?"

"Yong Hou... he was just here, where is he now? Maybe he went to the back to eat. He is considered a relative of mine. When he has time, he comes to my place to play cards and helps boil water and pour tea. I will also prepare a meal for him."

Zhou Fabao led the three to the back, where a few old men were sitting there drinking tea and chatting.

Zhou Fabao asked, "Aunt, where is Yong Hou?"

"Hello, Lord Yong. I just saw you here, but now I don't know where you are."

Zhou Fabao turned around and said helplessly: "I really didn't lie to you again. Now I really don't know where he went. What are you looking for him for? Does he owe you money?"

"No, I just want to ask him a question. Sorry, boss, we are disturbing your business. We are leaving now."

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the hall and onto the road.

Runsheng rubbed his nose and said, "Xiaoyuan, it's strange, I didn't smell any smell of death in there just now."

"This is not surprising. Some dead people have special abilities that can separate their spirits from their bodies. Remember that old lady with a cat face last time?"

"Cat-faced old lady?" Tan Wenbin showed a surprised look, "Did I come too late and miss some important program?"

Runsheng looked serious and said, "If that's the case, Xiaoyuan, it will be difficult to deal with Zhou Yong."

Tan Wenbin rubbed his hands excitedly and nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's quite tricky."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "We don't have to fight. He hasn't hurt any villagers yet. If he just likes to go swimming in the river and go home to be with his dead wife and children, there's no reason for us to be against him.

All we have to do is remind him not to dive and be seen by the villagers, and ask him who taught him these methods.

Essentially, we can get along with him.”

"Ah? Can they still live in peace?" Tan Wenbin asked in confusion, "Shouldn't good and evil not coexist, and humans and ghosts not coexist? Shouldn't we suppress and kill him?"

"Brother Binbin, this will be very tiring."

"Forehead……"

Just like Xiao Huangying, after she took revenge, she stopped harming people, so her grandfather just ignored her and didn't want to deal with her anymore.

"Then... where should we go to find Zhou Yong now? Should we go to his house or go to the river again?"

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, looked at the rice fields ahead, and said:

"Who knows, maybe he is standing there right now, staring at us."

Even if he was deliberately avoiding him, Li Zhuiyuan would not panic, because he had plenty of ways to force him to come out for a conversation.

But before that, there is another thing that needs to be solved, which is that it is getting dark.

Li Zhuiyuan felt his pocket, took out some money and handed it to Runsheng: "Brother Runsheng, go buy some more strong liquor and cooked food. It's time for us to have dinner."

When I returned to Uncle Shan's house, the two old men were sitting shoulder to shoulder in the yard, smoking and chatting.

"Sanjiang Hou, the most difficult thing in my life is meeting you."

"You idiot, you're a gambler and a spendthrift, don't put the blame on me."

"Oh, I didn't put it on your head."

"Yes, yes, you poured it into your own mouth."

"Beijing hukou. I heard that applying to university in Beijing is also…"

"You, Shan Pao, if you bring this up again, I'll carry it on your back and put it in your neighbor's porcelain jar to be pickled again."

"Bah, you old thing are always so shameless."

Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin came back, and the two old men immediately asked about the situation.

"Grandpa, we have found the approximate location and have also got a net to catch it, but it is getting late. Brother Runsheng plans to go fishing again tomorrow when the sun comes out."

"Look, I found them all. Look, Runsheng has made much more progress following me than following you, right?"

Then, Li Sanjiang nodded to Xiao Yuan and said, "Yes, that's right. It's best not to do things at night. It's easy to go wrong. Sometimes, something that was originally dead may move at night."

Runsheng bought some wine and food, and the two old people were sure to have a bite.

With the help of Tan Wenbin, who had received the task instructions and was there to liven up the atmosphere at the table, the two old men drank to their heart's content.

After the first five cups, Li Sanjiang said that it was getting late and he had to take Xiao Yuan to Hou's house. But after the second five cups, he and Uncle Shan lay on the table, drunk and unconscious.

Runsheng moved his grandfather and Uncle Li onto the bed, covered their stomachs with quilts, and even placed the spittoon at home beside the bed for them to vomit at night.

After doing all this, the three of them packed up their things and came to the river.

The atmosphere at night is indeed very different from that during the day. Li Zhuiyuan also knows that his grandfather is right, but it is meaningless because Zhou Yong can not only escape, but also find time to go ashore and watch the card game.

Walking to the bridge, Runsheng waded in, released the seven-star hook, swung it upwards, and it caught a nail, then he began to pull down with force.

After pulling out three nails in a row, Runsheng stopped, put away the seven-star hook, pulled out the Yellow River shovel, and held it in his hand. Soon, the temperature of the river surface dropped.

Even Li Zhuiyuan, who was standing by the river, could sense the chill in the evening breeze blowing here.

Runsheng began to slow down his breathing and became alert.

The movement finally appeared.

Ten meters in front of Runsheng, a person's back slowly emerged on the river surface.

Tan Wenbin held Li Zhuiyuan's Yellow River shovel in his right hand and kept poking Li Zhuiyuan's back with his left hand.

Die, die, die!
Oh my God, Dad, your son has made it. I finally see him die!

Li Zhuiyuan looked back at him helplessly. Binbin's face was excited and nervous, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

This reminded Li Zhuiyuan of the fans who went hysterical just because they saw the singer at the concert held at Workers' Stadium.

On the surface of the river, my back began to gradually turn over.

Soon, the face was revealed. It was a very pale face, as if covered with a layer of putty, sticky and white, and still dripping down the chin.

When he opened his eyes, streams of thick white liquid overflowed from the corners of his eyes, completely covering his eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan took out two pieces of yellow paper and folded them into a bundle.

But Tan Wenbin next to him was completely numb.

"Zhuangzhuang!"

"Hey!"

Almost as a conditioned reflex, Tan Wenbin immediately took out a match and struck a fire to help Li Zhuiyuan light the yellow paper.

Li Zhuiyuan waved the burning yellow paper in his hand, muttered something to himself, and finally stuffed the half-burned yellow paper into the bowl of rice wine at his feet.

Tan Wenbin lit the small candles that had been arranged around him one by one.

The placement of each candle was calculated, and the layout of the altar could not be changed. The three nails were pulled out, but not all of them, so there was still room for maneuver.

This action is just to ask for a slap in the face and then a sweet date.

If you can talk, then let's talk. If you can't talk, then if you stay here, sooner or later you will go crazy and become a nuisance, so we have to have a head-on confrontation.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the wine bowl and poured it into the river.

Then he stretched out his left arm for Tan Wenbin to support, and closed his eyes, seeking a state of half-asleep and half-awake.

Many spells are actually useful, including the mumblings and rhymes of one's own grandfather, but the purpose of these spells is "communication".

But is there any other way that can be better than going directly to the Yin direction?

When you can directly apply the formula, there is no need to work through the process step by step.

"We have no ill intentions. We just came to talk to you. First, please do not go up and disturb the living. Second, please tell us who taught you how to set up the place.

If you cooperate, I will put the nail back for you, and we will go our separate ways; if you don't cooperate, from tonight onwards one of us will have no way to go. "

When Li Zhuiyuan handed his arm to him, Tan Wenbin had been counting down silently in his heart. Finally, he finished counting and immediately shook the boy hard.

Li Zhuiyuan was forcibly awakened, breaking out of his previous shallow state of Yin, which was a layer of insurance he took for himself.

Although he has learned the method of controlling the deathly fall, he is only a beginner and he is not confident enough to use it now.

My head feels a little dizzy and a little painful. These are the symptoms of forcibly breaking the Yin-Yang state. Fortunately, I had experienced a splitting headache from A-li before, so this is nothing at the moment.

The message has been delivered, and now it depends on what Zhou Yong chooses.

Zhou Yong slowly turned around, turned his back to everyone, and then slowly moved forward in the river.

"Brother Binbin, why don't you go back?"

"No, it's impossible. I want to protect you."

"Oh, you made your own choice, don't regret it."

"How could I regret it? No way!"

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the arrangements on the ground, motioned Tan Wenbin to clean up, and then followed along the shore, while Runsheng walked in the river.

Tan Wenbin used his hands and feet to extinguish all the candles, then took a sack and threw all kinds of things like bowls and plates into it, then he picked up his things and ran quickly to catch up, he didn't want to miss it again.

Fortunately, Runsheng was in the river, and even though Xiaoyuan was his older brother, he couldn't tie himself up and throw him into the reed marsh.

After walking for a while, Zhou Yong got ashore.

It can be seen that he is heading home.

Li Zhuiyuan grabbed Runsheng's vest and signaled them to slow down. When the three of them slowed down, Zhou Yong, who was walking in front, also slowed down. He was waiting.

He wanted to take the three of them home.

After making his meaning clear, Li Zhuiyuan patted Runsheng on the back, and the three of them returned to normal speed.

When they came to the small dam of Zhou Yong's house again, the three of them stopped and Zhou Yong stood in front of the door.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

He was banging his head against the door.

After a while, the lights in the room came on.

Through the large gap in the door, you can see someone appearing inside, followed by a series of crisp sounds of locks being unlocked.

"Squeak..."

The door of the house was opened.

Standing inside was Zhou Yong’s wife.

The woman stood there quietly.

When I saw her during the day, she was lying in the cotton wool under a mat.

Although it was night time, with the help of the light in the house, I could see that not only her eyes, but also her nostrils, ears, and even the cracks between her fingernails had cotton wool growing out like weeds.

It was as if these cotton wools were not stuck on her body, but grew out of her body.

The woman moved aside and Zhou Yong walked in.

The woman continued to stand by the door without closing it, as if waiting for guests to enter.

Runsheng looked at Li Zhuiyuan, and Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

I came here originally to have a conversation. Since the other person has brought me and others to my doorstep, there is no reason not to go in.

Runsheng, who had just entered the room, glanced to the right, then his body trembled, obviously frightened.

This was the first time that Li Zhuiyuan saw Runsheng behave like this in such a situation. He also walked into the house and looked to the right.

The girl had come out of the rice jar and was standing there, as if welcoming her father back.

The girl opened her eyes wide, and her eyes were filled with densely packed rice grains.

At the same time, rice grains are also embedded on the girl's arms, legs, hands and feet that are exposed outside her clothes.

These white rice grains are still falling off, but the amount of rice that has fallen off has not decreased, as if rice grains are growing one by one in the girl's pores.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhuiyuan's breathing quickened.

The last person to come in was Tan Wenbin. He fell behind because he was packing up, and it was already evening, so he and Runsheng consciously stood in front and behind to protect Xiaoyuan.

After coming in, Tan Wenbin also looked to the right, then opened his mouth. Before he screamed, he put his hand into his mouth and bit it hard.

It was a real bite, it even made him bleed. There was nothing he could do. The intense fear at this moment made him not feel any pain.

Zhou Yong walked to the dining table and sat down.

The dining table was old, and there were a lot of boards nailed on it for repairs. As for the chair, it was also a bit rough and uneven.

However, because the ground is made of soil, it is bumpy and there are many potholes, so it is meaningless to make the chair flat.

Li Zhuiyuan sat down opposite Zhou Yong, Runsheng sat on his left, and Tan Wenbin sat on his right.

The woman and the girl went to the kitchen.

Soon, from the kitchen came the sound of bellows being pulled and spatulas colliding.

But from the kitchen door, there was no sign of fire or heat from cooking.

Zhou Yong sat on the chair with his head half lowered.

"Tick tock tick tock..."

It was the sound of pus dripping from the corner of his eye.

Because of the bumps and mud, it is easier for water to accumulate into small puddles, so soon a crisper "drip" sound was heard from below.

Li Zhuiyuan handed his hand to Runsheng, and Runsheng understood and shook it.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and tried to go Yin again.

Liu Yumei once reminded him that doing too much evil is not good for people and it is easy to get lost. He himself knew it, but he could not change. It was like persuading smokers to quit smoking and alcoholics to quit drinking. He listened to her but still smoked and drank.

Li Zhuiyuan's evasion was successful, because when he raised his head again, he found that Runsheng and Tan Wenbin, who were originally sitting on both sides of him, were gone.

But Zhou Yong still sat there with his head down, motionless, without saying a word, without responding, without expressing anything.

The only dynamic change was that in the kitchen, you could see fire and heat, and hear the sizzling sound of frying oil.

The smell of fireworks in the underworld is the most frightening to the hearts of mortals.

Li Zhuiyuan vaguely guessed that something very bad would probably happen next.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Yong still didn't speak, which meant that Zhou Yong didn't intend to communicate now.

He seemed to be waiting for a process, a very simple and hospitable custom:
If you want to talk, eat first.

Li Zhuiyuan felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand and knew that it was Runsheng pinching him. He closed his eyes, trying to find the feeling of floating up. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to reality.

She pulled her hand away from Runsheng and gently massaged to relieve the pain, which was also a signal to Runsheng that she was back.

Looking at Tan Wenbin on the right, I saw that he was sitting very straight. If nothing unexpected happened, he had never sat so straight in class.

At this time, the expected development occurred.

The woman came over with two plates of food in her hands.

Both dishes were meat, but no one knew what they were made of. Li Zhuiyuan saw fur and tails on them.

The woman went back to the house and brought two more plates of vegetarian dishes. The color of the vegetables was not green, but looked a bit like the shape of stir-fried young bamboo shoots. If you looked closely you could see the forks.

Most people have had the experience of finding their mother's long hair in the food while eating at home.

But here, it was the cotton wool that grew from the woman's body that floated into the dish and was fried into this shape.

Li Zhuiyuan began to miss the birthday party of the old lady with the cat face. Although the food was really bad, it at least looked delicious.

The four dishes in front of me are already very scary just by looking at their appearance.

Even Run Sheng frowned at this moment. You know, Run Sheng's requirements for food are very low, but no matter how low it is, he still has some requirements.

Tan Wenbin widened his eyes, his gaze moving constantly between the four dishes.

The woman brought the rice bowls, four large bowls, four small bowls, and four pairs of chopsticks.

The big bowl was filled with raw rice, probably scooped directly from the rice jar.

The four small bowls were used as wine bowls, but the wine was dark, and there was a black earthworm-like thing wriggling in each bowl.

After distributing the large bowls and chopsticks to everyone, the woman went back into the kitchen, probably because there were more delicacies.

The girl stayed there and put her fingers in her mouth.

Zhou Yong lowered his head and looked at his daughter.

The girl also raised her head and looked at her father.

Runsheng didn't understand, and Tan Wenbin looked confused, not knowing what the father and daughter were communicating about.

Li Zhuiyuan understood.

He stood up and said with a smile: "Let the children come to the table and eat together, it's okay."

Runsheng and Tan Wenbin understood immediately.

Runsheng: "Yes, come to the table and eat together."

Tan Wenbin: "Yes, yes, let's eat together."

The girl walked towards the table while sucking her fingers.

The boy noticed that she seemed to be walking towards him.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately pointed to Tan Wenbin's side and said, "Come, little sister, sit with this handsome big brother."

Tan Wenbin: “…”

The girl paused for a moment and sat down on the bench next to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin only felt a chill from the back of his head to his tailbone.

Zhou Yong raised his chopsticks and pointed at a dish.

Li Zhuiyuan, Runsheng and Tan Wenbin also raised their chopsticks and pointed at the dishes together.

The silent performance was like a pantomime, but everyone was able to fill in the blanks of the dialogue that went with each action.

Zhou Yong picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, chewed it, and continued to point at the food.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into Binbin's bowl.

Tan Wenbin picked up the food from his bowl and put it into the mouth of the girl sitting next to him, and the girl opened her mouth and ate.

He felt that he was so smart to have responded so tactfully.

However, Zhou Yong personally picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into Tan Wenbin's bowl, then looked at the girl. The girl lowered her head, as if she was being blamed for being ignorant.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan and Runsheng for help, but found that they had both avoided his sight.

There was no way out. Zhou Yong’s attentive “gaze” was right in front of him, creating a huge pressure.

Tan Wenbin could only pick up the chopsticks and pick up the food in the bowl. When he was about to put it into his mouth, he suddenly realized that he had just used these chopsticks to feed the girl and they were stained with the girl's saliva.

If this happened during a normal meal, he wouldn't care. He's not that squeamish.

But the problem is, this girl looks like... and I still have to share a pair of chopsticks with her?
Zhou Yong spread out his hands and raised them upwards.

Tan Wenbin's smile was uglier than crying. He put the food into his mouth with tears in his eyes and chewed it.

Zhou Yong was satisfied.

There were four wine bowls in front of him. He picked up the wine bowls and handed them to the guests, first to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, pointed at himself, and compared his height, and said, "Uncle, I'm still a child, I can't drink."

Zhou Yong nodded, then handed the wine bowl to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin could only take it and put it in front of him. He would definitely not drink this thing!

But the next moment,
Zhou Yong picked up his wine bowl and clinked it with the bowl in front of Tan Wenbin.

Then, Zhou Yong raised his glass and drank it all.

Then he turned the wine bowl upside down and pointed.

Tan Wenbin took a deep breath, reached out to pick up the wine bowl, and quickly pinched his little finger and thumb to squeeze the long earthworm in the bowl and throw it out.

Okay, let’s drink and fight!
Just as he raised the wine bowl and was about to drink it in one gulp, Zhou Yong snatched the bowl away.

Tan Wenbin was overjoyed and said, "Yes, I am also a child, a senior high school student. My brain is very important and I cannot drink alcohol."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yong placed his palm upside down on the wine bowl and shook it. When he took his hand away, there were more than a dozen earthworms crawling around in the bowl.

Zhou Yong pushed the wine bowl in front of Tan Wenbin, stretched out his hand, and patted his chest.

Tan Wenbin: "..."

(End of this chapter)