C27 Dreaming or Daydreaming
03.
Wei Baiyu was at a loss as to what to do.
The year his new aunt schemed against him, he was young and didn't know what was right and wrong. When he was sent to the West Street by the butler, he only remembered that his fate wasn't very good.
However, the gentleman who told his fortune was a strange man.
The next day, he died in the canal.
When the wives of the south city came to the Temple of Blessings to pray, they deliberately talked about these things. They all guessed that the new mistress paid for it and said that they had seen the fortune teller in the streets of the south city.
In the past, Wei Baiyu had thought of facing him.
But now that he was dead, the most important evidence had been taken away by the river.
Besides, Master Wei was such a dissolute man. If he kept his troublesome new aunt to torture him and the Wei Clan, the gap between them would be reduced a little bit.
He looked up at the sky that was covered by a layer of ash.
He thought about it seriously and said, "Wei Qingyu is the old man's favorite daughter."
The Wei Clan had three sons and one daughter. The eldest young master, Wei Jingyu, had been working with the general a few years ago. He was now the famous secretary-general of the South Sun City.
The other two Wei Baiyu hadn't been in contact with him.
However, he had seen them in the gossip tabloids.
The second young master Wei Songyu was suspected to be chasing the star of Aluming Film Company. Miss Chen Zhulan might have a chance to marry into a prominent family. The news spread like wildfire, but the third young master...
Ah... none of this was important.
Black Blind Blind dragged his chair and moved forward.
Wei Qingyu's temper had been spoiled by the grandmother of the Wei Clan's ancestral hall. Although she had been in Cambridge for a few years, deep down, she still had the manner of a young miss from before she left for overseas.
His Jiang Xiao Tang hated this kind of people the most.
Wei Qingyu was probably in trouble.
He habitually took out the tobacco from his sleeve. It was a subconscious action when he was thinking. He kept putting the thin tobacco into the mouth of the pot.
When it was full, he turned around and gave it to the smoker in front of him.
"Brother, do you smoke?"
The smoker grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, "Yo, isn't this the little black guy from West Street? What good news did you get today? Let's start sending cigarettes."
"I was just thinking about some small things."
The black blind man waved his hand.
The cigarette was given away and the tobacco was stuffed. Those thoughts that seemed to have been messed up by the cats became clearer. He looked at the confused Wei Baiyu thoughtfully.
He seemed to be thinking about something important.
After a while, he said with a serious expression, "Wei Qingyu might die."
Wei Baiyu didn't know where he came to this conclusion. His eyes stared at the sunlight jumping around his temples, "Didn't we agree to use the IOU from back then?"
The IOU from 1949 when Jiang Tang entered the Blessed Temple.
He had promised Wei Qingyu.
"Are you dreaming?" Black Eyes stared at him with sarcasm in his eyes. In the end, he just brushed his face and stood up.
Wei Baiyu was shocked by him.
"What do you want to do?" He hid behind the back of the chair.
Blacky kicked the leg of the chair, reached into his slightly bulging dark brown belt and took the money bag. He threw it up and caught it with interest. He said, "Do you like Steamed Bun?"
Wei Baiyu rolled her eyes at him.
Black blind people loved to play these kinds of tricks. He hid half of what he said. No one knew what he was trying to do, but he snatched the money bag back and held it in his arms as if nothing had happened.
He said, "Let her do whatever she wants. She chose the way."
The wish was hers, Wei Qingyu's. He, Wei Baiyu, was the younger brother of the Temple of Fortune. He had already told her what needed to be said and done. If she was still not satisfied...
"TangTang will not let her off!"
