C10 The Unlucky Ducks Who Had Been Driven away

Would you like to stay the night, sir?

01.

Wei Baiyu had heard of smoked red persimmon cakes before.

Back then, it was still the temple's blessing in West Street's Temple of Fortune. They drank stewed sake at night with smoked persimmons, saying that it was stylish. But what did it have to do with Lady Tang?

Could it have been made by Miss Tang from the Temple of Fortune?

He tilted his head slightly, and in his slanted vision, he could see that Miss Fu's smile was a little funny and mocking. It was like the curtain call at the end of a play in the Pear Garden, and it contained a profound meaning that he didn't understand.

Therefore, Ah Fu didn't wait for his reply.

She stuffed the prayer card into her pocket and patted it carefully a few times. "Didn't Black Blind tell you about the special dishes and wine of our Temple of Fortune?"

"Didn't he tell you that I was the unlucky duck that was chased away?"

Wei Baiyu looked at her. Back then, he was only able to succeed because he was blindly forced. That guy was in a hurry to study Liu Yao with Jin City's fortune teller, so he took off his robe and ran away.

Fuck, I couldn't help but curse his ancestors.

In 1977, Wei Family's Qingyu went to England and brought Wei Family's Bai Yu along. It was said that she was going to be sent to Trinity College in Cambridge.

A single misstep would lead to eternal regret. Wei Baiyu angrily pounded the money box.

"Can I bring stewed sake to Black Blind? It's mixed with arsenic and Crane Top Red."

Ah Fu... Ah Fu looked at him and didn't say anything for a long time. Wei Baiyu, who was persecuted by the ducks back then, was a pitiful child who was abandoned by the world.

"My silly Baiyu." She held onto a locust tree and said, "Miss Tang is living with him now."

Although she was a bit annoyed by Tang -

Although he was a little annoyed with Miss Tang, who lived with Black Blind - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

... Meow, idiot, Black Blind.

Jiang Tang ground the oil paint in the bucket.

The sugar store was given to her by Miss Fu. It was used by painters from the Raphael school in England. There were no drafts even if they lied. Only her silly and sweet Ah Fu could believe it.

The last painter of the Raphael School had died long ago.

Jiang Tang smashed the bucket. "When Fufu went to Pan Family Garden to search for treasure, you should have broken her leg and locked her in the dark room of the temple."

Blind Black watched calmly. When she was done, he said with an expressionless "Oh." After a while, he remembered to ask, "Why me?"

Jiang Tang:... ""

"Have you thought of the name of the thatched cottage I want?"

Black Blind rolled up the withered grass in the courtyard. He didn't say yes or no.

He had left the oil-drenched landmark there to dry last night, but the name of the thatched cottage had been indifferently rejected by Jiang Tang. His mind was filled with thoughts of the beautiful cottage on the south street, and now he was thinking... thinking...

"The Southern Street version of Elder Shao Lingye's house." He chose to give up.

Jiang Tang raised her eyebrows as she picked up a spade and pointed outside the courtyard, signaling that a guest was about to arrive.

The blind man squinted his eyes in the morning mist.

The road in front of his house had some twists and turns. It was built from the Nine Winding Corridor in the courtyard of the Wei Family. At the end of the road, there was a tall and slender man walking with an unnatural limp.

One was deep and the other was shallow. Oh, it was Liang Qi. The man he met on the night he returned to the thatched cottage.

He was like the hero of Wei Qingyu's family, Liang Su. It was hard to tell who was who.

"Do you believe it? You're blind." Jiang Tang kicked over her bucket. "The things he said were what he wanted you to hear, and those that he wanted to hide..."

You might never know.

Black Blind took the small shovel in her hand and shot it out like an angry little red bird, stabbing it into the middle of the road. "Yo, Mr. Liang Qi, you're so early."

Liang Qi was scared and trembled like a mouse that saw a cat.

"Black... Black, Black Blind Mister, you're early too."

Black Blind:...

What... what was his name before?