Chapter 20: Three chapters in one

Lu Qingjiu didn't believe in these things for a long time, but as he saw more of them, he gradually changed his mind. It wasn't until he met Bai Yuehu that he officially came into contact with these things.

Having learned the method from Yin Xun and Bai Yuehu, Lu Qingjiu naturally wanted to give it a go, to see if he could solve the mystery in his mind.

Lu Qingjiu found a bamboo strip, bent it into a circle and glued the web onto it, then used a wooden stick as a support and the web was ready.

Lu Qingjiu took Bai Yuehu's words to heart, so he got up early the next morning and stewed the chicken he had bought from the town yesterday, and then stir-fried some dishes and prepared lunch in advance. When he waited for Yin Xun to come over, he made up an excuse that he had to go out, and Yin Xun didn't ask any questions.

Lu Qingjiu, on the other hand, left the village alone and went to the cemetery near the village.

The village of Shuifu Village and the cemetery are next to each other, and the village is so small that weddings and funerals are not very big. Lu Qingjiu is familiar with the cemetery, and when he didn't come back to settle in the village, he went back to Shuifu Village because his grandmother's grave was here, and he had to pay his respects on the anniversary of her death or at Qingming time.

It was a beautiful day with a cloudless sky, a turquoise sky hidden in the encircling hills and lush trees shading the path and casting dappled shadows on the narrow road.

Lu Qingjiu carried his bag and followed the path to the cemetery.

Because it is a cemetery, there are not many people around and the trees are extraordinarily thick. On both sides of the narrow road are scattered gravestones, some of which look desolate, while others are cleaned up and have tributes of fruit or burnt paper money in front of them.

When Lu Qingjiu's grandmother was alive, she urged him to have a child; if he didn't, there would be no one to pay respects to him. Lu Qingjiu does not agree with this statement, preferring to believe that a person's death is like the extinction of a lamp, and that even if there is a soul, it is only a residual thought that remains from his life, not a consciousness or a reason.

Of course, the living will never know the answer to the question of what the world is like after death.

Lu Qingjiu's footsteps stop at a tombstone bearing the name of a woman, Fang Ruhui, the name of his grandmother.

The sun was in the sky at this time, twelve noon, and the brilliant sunlight dispelled the coldness of the cemetery, which did not make it intimidating.

Lu Qingjiu took the net he had prepared from his backpack and moved it back and forth against the grave. Soon he felt a strange touch, his hands, which had been able to slide quickly, seemed to stagnate a little, as if there was something more invisible in the air. But there was no trace of it in the cobwebs, they were as if the web was not a physical object, but a substance belonging to another world

The movements of Lu Qingjiu's hands gradually slowed down, he felt the cobwebs getting much heavier and finally had to stop moving.

Just a few moments after Lu Qingjiu had stopped, the spider's web suddenly broke and a gust of wind suddenly blew through the forest. He yawned, put the net back in his backpack and turned to walk down the path towards his home.

When he arrived home, he exchanged casual greetings with Bai Yuehu Yin Xun and went to bed in his bedroom.

At this sight, Yin Xun and Bai Yuehu looked at each other but said nothing.

Lu Qingjiu was so sleepy when he arrived home that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed. Lu Qingjiu then fell into a wonderful dream.

The dream world is still the old mansion where I live, surrounded by what should be familiar sights, but which somehow feels strange.

Lu Qingjiu thought for a moment before he realised why he felt strange. Because everything was reversed, the bed, which should have been on the left, had changed to the right, and the door lock had changed direction. Lu Qingjiu was awake enough to know that he was dreaming and he was about to walk out when he heard someone calling his name.

"The old man's voice was hoarse and faint, but it instantly lifted Lu Qingjiu's spirits, and he followed it all the way to the courtyard, where he soon saw the person who had called out the name, his grandmother, Fang Ruhui.

"O wine." Grandma stood in the courtyard calling Lu Qingjiu's name, but did not turn her head to look at him.

Lu Qingjiu's eyes lit up at the sight and he couldn't help but shout out to his grandmother.

But the old man ignored Lu Qingjiu's cries, she lifted her head and looked into the sky outside the courtyard, and from Lu Qingjiu's angle he could see her eyes. Lu Qingjiu remembered, his grandmother had almost never shown any negative emotions in front of him

The sky in the courtyard was black, covered with dark clouds, and it looked as if it was about to collapse in the next moment. Lu Qingjiu lifted his feet and was about to walk towards the old man in the courtyard when he felt the sky spinning and his whole body waking up instantly from his dream, and the moment before he woke up, it was as if he had heard a beast roaring loudly.

"Ah", Lu Qingjiu sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, and took several breaths to recover. He looked around him and saw the room's furnishings before he was sure he had woken up from his dream.

"Sake, sake." Yin Xun's voice rang out from outside the bedroom, "Are you having dinner?"

"Eat." Lu Qingjiu replied.

"Come on out," says Yin Xun, "I made the baked pancakes myself."

Lu Qingjiu pulled open the door and saw Yin Xun proudly puffing out his chest outside the door and said, "Come and try it."

"You know how to bake pancakes, too." Lu Qingjiu said, "I'll try it."

Yin Xun happily went to the kitchen to get the cakes, while Lu Qingjiu went to the dining room and saw Bai Yuehu already sitting at the table. Lu Qingjiu yawned, he was also a bit hungry, he didn't understand what the strange dream meant, if what Yin Xun said was true, then didn't it mean that the image was his grandmother's most profound memory, but why would such an ordinary image be the most profound memory, and was the roar of the beast at the end also part of the dream?

Lu Qingjiu's thoughts were interrupted by Yin Xun, who came out with a plate of food, and placed it on the table, the inside of which was dark and unreadable.

Lu Qingjiu and Bai Yuehu's eyes fall on their plates, their expressions frozen for a moment.

"You are." Lu Qingjiu said, "What's done"

"A big pancake." Yin Xun says, "It smells good, you want the charred vegetables to smell good." He blinked and looked innocent, "Sake, it's my first time cooking, so at least encourage me."

Lu Qingjiu :""

Bai Yuehu got up from his chair without even looking at Yin Xun and left very ruthlessly.

Lu Qingjiu wanted to pull him and say, "Brother, don't rush off, what am I going to do if you leave, do I have to eat all these black things by myself?

Yin Xun, seeing Bai Yuehu's disgraceful departure, grabbed Lu Qingjiu's arm and said quietly, "Qingjiu, you're not as heartless as he is, are you?"

Lu Qingjiu swallowed hard and faced with Yin Xun's resentful gaze, he could only stomp his feet and grit his teeth as he picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. He had expected such an ugly-looking cake to be unpalatable, but to his surprise, it tasted fine, except for the fact that its appearance was so disgusting.

"How's it going, how's it going" Yin Xun If it were a dog the tail would already be wagging behind him.

"It tastes good." Lu Qingjiu said, "It just doesn't look very good."

"Right?" Yin Xun said smugly, "I told you I was a genius."

It was a shame to waste food, so the two of them finished the pancakes, one bite at a time, and then Lu Qingjiu went to wash the dishes and then went into the kitchen to give Bai Yuehu a new bowl of noodles.

The noodles were made from chicken soup stewed during the day and the flavour was a little heavy, but Bai Yuehu loved them and ate them all with the soup.

"That cake actually tasted pretty good." Lu Qingjiu stated next to Bai Yuehu as he ate his noodles, "Yin Xun and I are done."

Bai Yuehu said lazily, "It's ugly and I don't want to eat it."

Lu Qingjiu: "You have to pick your food?"

Bai Yuehu nods as a matter of course.

Lu Qingjiu wanted to compliment the pancake and vindicate his friend, but felt a subtle pain in his abdomen, so he stood up and headed for the toilet.

Bai Yuehu watches his back with a smiling expression.

Twenty minutes later.

"I'm fucking fucked by you," Lu Qingjiu, squatting in the toilet, cursed at the culprit on his mobile phone, "I've been in here five or six times."

"Me too," the person on the other end of the line was as distraught as Lu Qingjiu, "I've had one more than you."

"Tell me, do you hate me and poison me on purpose." Lu Qingjiu said in despair.

"Poisoning and taking a bite out of you and me," Yin Xun retorted sadly, "I've eaten a lot too, haven't I?"

Lu Qingjiu: "Can I eat that much without you taking a bite and me taking a bite?"

Yin Xun gives up trying to defend herself and starts to fake crying.

Lu Qingjiu hung up the phone in anger.

On this evening, Lu Qing

The wine didn't fall asleep, and he tossed up and down for most of the night, waiting until it was almost dawn before he returned to his bedroom from the toilet as if his body had been drained, shaking his hands and posting a WeChat friend circle: as if his body had been emptied.

Three seconds later, Yin Xun, the son of a bitch, gave him a nod.

Lu Qingjiu did not sleep too well that night. One was because of Yin Xun's deadly black cakes and the other was because of the dream he had in the afternoon when he went to bed.

The dream was short, just a few images, but Lu Qingjiu could never understand why they were the most vivid memories of his grandmother, lying in bed, staring at the white ceiling, the sound of insects in his ears. The village is not absolutely silent after nightfall. Especially as the weather has gradually warmed up recently, the insects have become more and more numerous. Coupled with the mediocre soundproofing of the room, one can hear the insects chirping even when lying in the bedroom. The sound of insects is not annoying, but reminds Lu Qingjiu of his childhood.

Lu Qingjiu grew up with his grandmother and was brought to the city when his parents started working there. Lu Qingjiu was not able to return to the village to attend school and by the time he had time to return, his grandmother had also passed away due to illness.

Lu Qingjiu rolled over and went over the image again in his mind, but he could not understand why he had seen such a scene.

As the night wore on, Lu Qingjiu closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, the sun was shining and Lu Qingjiu was not feeling well, so he got up a little later. He went out into the courtyard and saw Yin Xun and Bai Yuehu both sitting in the sun in the courtyard, next to a field of baby chicks and two fat Xiao Hei pigs.

"What are you doing?" Lu Qingjiu asked.

"Sake, you're awake." Yin Xun said, "How did you sleep last night?"

The mention of Lu Qingjiu made him angry, and he said, "You have the nerve to ask me how I am, I almost died in the fucking toilet."

Yin Xun smiled resentfully, "What a coincidence, so do I."

Lu Qingjiu: ""Coincidence my ass, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'm going to make dinner, say what you want to eat earlier."

"Let's have dumplings for lunch." Yin Xun had diarrhoea all night yesterday and had some porridge in the morning to help her recover, so she whispered, "I especially want to eat dumplings."

"All right." Lu Qingjiu agreed.

When his grandmother was alive, his favourite dumplings were also his grandmother's dumplings, which were different from the outside ones, with thin skins and large fillings, all round and bulbous, and with his grandmother's special dipping sauce inside, he could eat 20 to 30 of them in one go.

Lu Qingjiu went to the field to pick some cabbages and asked Yin Xun to chop up the meat, while Yin Xun was chopping up the meat he said, "By the way, did you know that the kid next door to you runs to the pig pen every day?"

"The pigsty," Lu Qingjiu washed the cabbage, "he's sleeping in there."

"I don't know." Yin Xun says, "Anyway, I always see him in the morning when I'm feeding the pigs." If Bai Yuehu took over Lu Qingjiu's family's two mu of fields, then Yin Xun took over the yard.

Lu Qingjiu sighed, "He likes those two piglets so much that I've seen him run to sleep in the pig pen before."

Yin Xun said, "That's not good, is it? The relationship is too good, and you're too embarrassed to eat it." With a single slice, he split the pancetta in half.

Lu Qingjiu said, "You're really going to kill them, those two are so smart, let's release them when they're older."

Yin Xun sighs, "If only my father had been as reasonable as you." He moved very well and chopped the meat into mince with a thud.

Lu Qingjiu scoffed at this: "If your father was like me you wouldn't have any roast pork."

Yin Xun smacks his lips.

Lu Qingjiu and Yin Xun made a large plate of dumplings after the filling was made and the dough was kneaded. There was a big difference in their skills, as Yin Xun's dumplings were crooked, while Lu Qingjiu's were round and full, resembling cute Yuanbao.

Luckily, Yin Xun has the self-awareness not to waste the filling and dumpling skin by wrapping too much.

It was almost twelve o'clock when they finished, so Lu Qingjiu cooked the dumplings and brought two more bowls to the next room.

Lu Qingjiu took the opportunity to ask him about Li Xiaoyu.

"Don't care about him." Uncle Li said, "If you can get into a school in the city on the exam, you can go, but if you can't, forget it."

Lu Qingjiu said, "But don't you have to take the exams in junior high school?"

Uncle Li said, "Even if you don't have to take the exams, it's not much use going to the junior high school in town, and it's far from home." He said, "It would be better to come home and help the family with some farm work."

Lu Qingjiu said: "This child is still too young to do anything, why not let him go to school more often?"

Uncle Li sighed, "I know what you want to say, but it's a waste of time if you don't make a name for yourself, and you don't know about the junior high school in town, it has a bad reputation and is far from home, so even otherwise well-behaved children who go there become ill-behaved. After he said this, he waved his hand and turned to leave, obviously unwilling to talk any more.

Lu Qingjiu sighed when he saw this. He knew that the quality of education in the town was not good and that the learning culture was poor, but he couldn't let Li Xiaoyu go to school just because of that, for he seemed to be a well-behaved and obedient child, so it was a pity that he should be delayed.

But this was someone else's family business, and Lu Qingjiu, an outsider, could not interfere too much, so he returned home and saw Bai Yuehu and Yin Xun already sitting at the table waiting for him.

When he saw Lu Qingjiu return, Yin Xun said, "Eat, eat, eat" and took a bite, swallowing half of it and hissing at the overflowing juice. Bai Yuehu's talent for eating is unparalleled, as he eats one dumpling at a time, not afraid of the heat.

Lu Qingjiu took a bite of the dumpling and dipped it in the dipping sauce, nodded as he tasted it and said, "Not bad." The dumpling was salty and juicy, with the fresh sweetness of the cabbage and the meaty flavour of the pork all wrapped up in a sinewy dumpling skin, making it a satisfying bite.

Yin Xun said vaguely as he ate his dumplings, "Your mobile phone rang just now, I think it was Zhu Miaomiao."

"Oh." Lu Qingjiu didn't have his mobile phone with him when he went out, so he took a look at it and saw a missed call.

"Sake, you're eating." Zhu Miaomiao seemed to hear the sound of chewing.

Lu Qingjiu said, "Yes, when are you coming?"

Zhu Miaomiao said, "We'll be there tomorrow evening."

"Okay, I'll come and pick you up then." Lu Qingjiu said.

"No, I'll just take a taxi." Zhu Miaomiao said, "It's too much trouble for you to make another trip."

"It's no trouble, Bai Yuehu has bought a minivan at home." Lu Qingjiu said, "I'll drive it to pick you up then."

Zhu Miaomiao didn't dwell on the matter and said, "All right, I'll be happy to help you."

Lu Qingjiu hung up the phone.

"That's right." Bai Yuehu said suddenly after listening to Lu Qingjiu's call, "It's best not to put salt on the van."

Lu Qingjiu froze at the words, "Salt."

Bai Yuehu nods.

Lu Qingjiu's curiosity was never strong, so when he was sure, he just mumbled, but Yin Xun was a different story, and being the curious one, he poked his head in the air and wondered, "What happens when you put salt on a truck?"

Bai Yuehu gave him a look, "You can try."

Yin Xun was inexplicably made vain by Bai Yuehu's look and said with a dry smile, "I'm just asking, I'm definitely not going to try."

Bai Yuehu continues to eat dumplings.

Lu Qingjiu pretended not to see Yin Xun's inquisitive eyes.

It is better not to know than to know, and the more curious one is, the deeper one gets into the mire. Like the question of what the world is, Lu Qingjiu is not interested in it, or rather, he smells danger in it.

Curiosity kills cats, and it kills people too.

Lu Qingjiu has never considered himself to be anything more than an ordinary man, and even when he has glimpsed an uncommon side of the world, he has no interest in delving into it.

After eating the dumplings, Bai Yuehu went to wash the dishes.

Lu Qingjiu went to the backyard to work on his grapevines, which had to be set up before the vines could climb up the shelves. Lu Qingjiu's vegetables grow very quickly, but he wonders if the grapes will grow as fast as the vegetables in the ground.

After finishing the grapes, Lu Qingjiu had planned to go up the mountain again, but was stopped by Bai Yuehu on the way out.

"That method can only be used once." Bai Yuehu sat in his rocking chair, languid and good-looking like a painting, "The second time will invite bad things."

Lu Qingjiu paused in his steps, knowing full well that Bai Yuehu must know something that humans do not, and said, "Is there no other way?"

Bai Yuehu said, "What do you want to know?"

Lu Qingjiu said, "I want to know what happened to my loved ones when they were alive."

Bai Yuehu opened his eyes, the eyes of a normal person, in fact, were not pure black, but dark brown, but his eyes were pure black, like a night sky deprived of its light source, which was inexplicably intimidating, and he said, "Don't you already know that"

Lu Qingjiu frowned: "I don't know"

"You know." Bai Yuehu said, "The answer is hidden in the things you see." With these words, he rose and left, leaving Lu Qingjiu with an uncertain back.

The answer lay in what he saw Lu Qingjiu pondered for a moment before removing his rucksack from behind him, and since Bai Yuehu had said so, it was best to follow his advice to avoid the net in his hand actually bringing something bad.

The next morning, after making breakfast, Lu Qingjiu drove to the town at the right time, and Zhu Miaomiao's car arrived at the town's train platform around nine o'clock, just in time for him to pick it up.

At twenty past nine, Lu Qingjiu outside the station sees Zhu Miaomiao and a tall man coming out of the station, Zhu Miaomiao as before, smiling and waving at him. The man, taller than Zhu Miaomiao and wearing a black baseball cap on his head, was none other than Zhang Chuyang, whom Lu Qingjiu had met once before. Although Zhang Chuyang had worked with Lu Qingjiu before, their encounter was limited to the company and they were not close acquaintances.

"Sake" Zhu Miaomiao smiles as he walks over with Zhang Chuyang.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Lu Qingjiu asked her.

"Eat up." Zhu Miaomiao said, "Let's go, Mr. Zhang, this way."

Zhang Chuyang nods and gets into Lu Qingjiu's minivan with Zhu Miaomiao. The van seats exactly three people, Zhu Miaomiao in the middle and Zhang Chuyang against the right window.

The town may be small but you can see the townspeople coming and going in the streets, only once you drive out of the town onto the mountain roads, there are no more people, it's as if there is only the dense jungle and wilderness around.

"What brings you back here?" Zhang Chuyang asks Lu Qingjiu. He was almost ten years older than Lu Qingjiu and had a good impression of this handsome, gentle young man. If Lu Qingjiu had stayed with his old company, he would have had plenty of room for promotion, but he was suddenly dismissed from the company for some unknown reason and left. There were rumours in the company that he had upset the biggest boss, but no one knew how.

Of course, this was something that only the upper echelons of the staff knew about, and those at Zhu Miaomiao's level thought that Lu Qingjiu had resigned on his own. Apparently Lu Qingjiu didn't tell his friends the truth either, probably because he was afraid they would worry.

"Looking for something new to do." Lu Qingjiu looked ahead and said, "Staying in one place all my life is pretty boring."

Zhang Chuyang raised his eyebrows at this and said nothing more, except that his eyes fell on Lu Qingjiu's driver's seat and wondered, "Why is this car of yours so strange looking?"

Lu Qingjiu said: "Strange"

Zhang Chuyang says: "It's quite a classic van, but I remember it being a manual transmission."

Lu Qingjiu remembered something and laughed dryly, "Yes?"

"Yeah." Zhang Chuyang said, "Hey, that's not right, you don't even have a place to change gears here." He looks closer and then his eyes are full of consternation, "So how do you control how fast you go?"

Lu Qingjiu said: "I relied on the throttle." The car didn't need him to change gears at all, and there was no speed limit. He didn't notice anything strange about the minivan.

Zhang Chuyang didn't think anything strange and said, "Did you buy a fake?"

Lu Qingjiu said calmly: "I don't know, it just works, I bought it in our area, it's cheap and works well."

Zhang Chuyang frowned without saying anything, as if he was studying the interior of the van.

Lu Qingjiu could only look ahead and pretend that nothing had happened.

Zhang Chuyang looked at the car for a while, but did not seem to see any clues, said: "I say you ah, buy a car or do not buy too cheap, this is usually okay, in case something happens that really kills people, this car there are fake goods strange," he said, reached out and knocked twice on the glass, the tone of some disgust I think it's better to change it earlier."

Lu Qingjiu listened with a smile on his face, but Zhang Chuyang seemed to be about to say something when he suddenly froze and then looked a bit odd. Lu Qingjiu expected him to say something else, but then Zhang Chuyang fell silent and fidgeted a little in the car, looking towards his seat from time to time.

"What's wrong," Zhu Miaomiao asked, puzzled.

"No." Zhang Chuyang frowned, his throat moving, "It feels like there's something on the chair."

"Something," Zhu Miaomiao glanced towards Zhang Chuyang's position, "something."

Zhang Chuyang is silent.

Lu Qingjiu noticed something. The black backrest of Zhang Chuyang seemed to have left two subtle water stains, as if something had crawled through it. The prototype was really easy to be disliked.

Lu Qingjiu laughed at the thought of it.

Zhu Miaomiao looked at Lu Qingjiu and said, "Qingjiu, what are you laughing at all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing." Lu Qingjiu said, "I just want to laugh."

Zhu Miaomiao looks bewildered.

The second half of Chang

Chuyang barely spoke to Lu Qingjiu at all, fighting with his seat the whole time, saying at one point that something had gotten into his trouser leg, at another that something was touching him, at another that the seat was leaking. At first Zhu Miaomiao took a look at him, but later she ignored her former partner and just assumed he was here because he couldn't stand the countryside and was looking for trouble.

When they reached their destination, Zhang Chuyang almost stumbled out of the minivan with an unmistakable look of panic in his eyes, wondering what the hell he had been through.

Lu Qingjiu asked Zhu Miaomiao to take him into the courtyard first, and went to park the car himself first. When he had parked the car, he patted the minivan on the head and said, "You can't do that in future, he's a guest."

The minivan doesn't move a muscle, as if Lu Qingjiu is simply talking to himself.

Lu Qingjiu slapped him again and said, "If you don't respond, I'll tell Bai Yuehu."

The minivan shuddered momentarily, its black lights raised towards the top in a resigned manner, and wilted and honked twice.

Lu Qingjiu miraculously understood the idea it was trying to convey, and for a moment he cried and laughed as he said, "Okay, okay, we're not cheap, we're expensive, it's all a trick.

The minivan blared twice, which made it happy.

After this was settled, Lu Qingjiu looked up at the sky again and thought it was going to rain today, so he said, "It's going to rain soon, so while it's raining you can wash yourself later and we'll be the prettiest little van again."

The lights of the minivan flashed happily.

Lu Qingjiu felt like he was coaxing a child when he went back and couldn't help but shake his head.

Zhu Miaomiao and Zhang Chuyang were already resting on chairs in the guest room, Lu Qingjiu went in and arranged their rooms before planning to cook a dinner.

In front of the two strangers, Bai Yuehu remained quietly seated in his rocking chair, not even giving a glance. Lu Qingjiu has long since discovered that Bai Yuehu is usually not interested in anything that has nothing to do with food - too much trouble, as he puts it.

Zhang Chuyang's gaze is frequently directed in Bai Yuehu's direction, clearly interested in the handsome, aloof stranger.

But Zhu Miaomiao, knowing Bai Yuehu's unusual status, gently pulled Zhang Chuyang's coat corner and whispered, "Zhang, don't stare at him, he's the same Daxian who's going to give you hair growth, don't look at him furiously."

Zhang Chuyang said: "He"

Zhu Miaomiao nods his head.

Zhang Chuyang said, "All right." Obviously, he was still not convinced, and if Zhu Miaomiao's shiny black hair hadn't been the best proof, he wouldn't have followed her to this poor countryside. Science couldn't save his hair, so he had to beat a dead horse and start hoping for a remedy, after all, he was only in his thirties and he was too bald to see anyone.

Zhang Chuyang and Zhu Miaomiao were talking when Bai Yuehu, who had been lying down, suddenly stood up and walked towards the house. Zhu Miaomiao was still wondering why he had suddenly stood up and left when she realised that Bai Yuehu had just entered the door and a bean-sized drop of rain had hit her cheek.

I can't believe it's raining!

Zhang Chuyang and Zhu Miaomiao also entered the house and in a short while a curtain of rain covered the entire Shuifu Village and with the rumble of thunder, summer had officially arrived.

Lu Qingjiu was in the kitchen, stir-frying, when he heard Yin Xun's miserable scream outside the door, a sound he was familiar with, having heard it one morning before.

"Lu Qingjiu, Lu Qingjiu" Yin Xun, drenched in rain, rushed through the door into the kitchen, grabbed Lu Qingjiu by the shoulders and started shaking him frantically, "I've seen a fucking ghost."

Lu Qingjiu was shaken out of consciousness and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Yin Xun said, "I saw your fucking van standing in the rain wiggling its ass."

Lu Qingjiu :""

Yin Xun said, "And on two fucking wheels supported on the ground."

Lu Qingjiu slapped Yin Xun on the head and said, "Calm down, are you hallucinating because you didn't eat enough at lunch?"

Yin Xun: "Is it really an illusion?"

Lu Qingjiu nods his head.

Yin Xun: "Okay." He actually accepted it just like that.

Lu Qingjiu had mixed feelings for a while, and all the excuses he had gone over in his head were gone, thinking that the minivan was quite obedient and had really taken a good bath.