Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A single wall separated two beds.

On the west bed, Li Sanjiang's eyebrows were tightly knit, and from time to time, he let out sleep talk, his hands and feet flailing erratically.

But despite such a big reaction, he still couldn't wake up from the nightmare.

In the darkness, it was as if there was an invisible person pressing down on him.

The other was very heavy, pressing his chest so tightly he could barely breathe.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push it away.

Li Sanjiang himself didn't expect that he, who had carried corpses his whole life, would actually one day experience being "ghost pressed."

But even in such a flustered, anxious, and panicky situation, he could still find some comfort for himself:

"Like this, it seems Xiao Yuan Hou's misfortune has all been transferred to me. The array succeeded!"

At this time, on the east bed, Li Zhuiyuan lay quietly.

There was no hint of pain on his face, and his breathing was steady, as if he was still sleeping soundly.

However, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes in his dream.

He sat up from the bed, initially thinking he had woken up, but after glancing outside, it was pitch black.

He understood that he was still dreaming because the gauze window inside the bedroom should be able to let moonlight through; it couldn't be this completely dark.

Looking around, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that the only range he could see was the bed he was on.

This was an old wooden bed that had seen many years. Many details had been worn away by time, but if he touched carefully, he could still discover exquisite and meticulous carving designs.

Li Zhuiyuan removed the quilt from his body, knelt and moved to the edge of the bed, and tentatively stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the outside.

After all, this was a dream.

During the day, Liu Manting asked him if he wasn't bored in the countryside.

He replied that there were many fun things here.

Yes, indeed there were many.

In previous years, he always didn't understand why the word "learning" was often preceded by the prefix "diligent and painstaking."

Learning, wasn't it just looking through concepts, theories, and formulas once, and then solving those simple problems correctly?

Later, he only realized that there really were people who could feel pain from the process of learning.

He was very envious.

When he was still young, without much life and social experience, the place he stayed the longest was the classroom, as a student:

You couldn't feel frustrated and tormented by difficult problems, couldn't feel joy and excitement after solving problems. There was no suppressed feeling, no effort feeling, and naturally no harvest feeling.

The sea of topics in front of you was just like doing an extremely boring grid painting.

Especially when he learned from other classmates to report scores to their parents to get praise, his own mother always looked at him with increasingly cold eyes.

As if he had done something wrong, and it was getting more and more wrong.

Therefore, he couldn't get any emotions from learning, only... numbness.

The change,

Came from that moment he fell into the water and saw the little yellow warbler.

He felt suppressed, felt pain. Moreover, witnessing the big bearded father and son sink into the fish pond, and the little yellow warbler's final dance on the water surface, he experienced the feeling of harvest.

Great-grandfather saw him staring blankly at that time and advised him to think of some happy things, like eating a feast.

He didn't tell great-grandfather,

At that time, his heart... was excited.

A brand new door, a gap had opened in front of him.

He liked this unknown and strange feeling,

He finally experienced ignorance and hesitation. That kind of powerless and uncontrollable feeling brought him a certain pleasure.

He thought the grandmother's act of giving him a needle to call back his soul and then putting it in a bowl of water was very powerful.

He looked at Liu Jinxia, looked at Li Sanjiang, and discovered that they were even more powerful.

They knew many concepts, remembered many formulas, they could solve problems,

While he,

Was just a poor student.

Li Zhuiyuan's hand probed out from the edge of the bed. He seemed to feel a very slight breeze, so slight that he even suspected it was his psychological effect.

Moreover, he couldn't see the hand that he had probed out from the bed edge.

He pulled his hand back and placed it in front of him. Yes, the hand was still there.

Subsequently, he probed his hand out again, this time downwards.

He seemed to feel some coolness, still very slight, but at least he could determine that there were differences in the sense of touch.

At the same height as the edge of his bed, there were two different senses of medium in the invisible outside.

Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes. He began to concentrate his attention, trying his best to perceive. The hand probing downwards also began to sway back and forth slowly, and his fingers also moved erratically.

More real, a bit more delicate, keep going.

The first two dreams, the first time he dreamt of the little yellow warbler coming home, the second time he dreamt of the hunchbacked grandfather carrying the old lady.

So this time's dream, it shouldn't just be simple blackness.

Finally, he felt something slender brush past his fingertip just now.

He immediately lay on the bed, letting his arm stretch down as much as possible.

After a while, that feeling from earlier appeared again, and the frequency began to speed up.

It seemed... water grass?

Li Zhuiyuan immediately thought of the black water grass he saw last time. Could it be hair?

Continuously brushing past, continuously shuttling, brushing over his fingertip and forearm. If he pinched his fingers together, he could still feel a fine hardness.

It seemed, it really was hair.

"Pa."

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes brightened a bit. Something seemed to have lightly patted his palm just now. It wasn't the smoothness of hair, it was something else.

Wait, wait, wait...

"Pa."

It came a second time.

What was it like, what was it like?

Li Zhuiyuan began to think, trying his best to compare the scenes of similar texture collisions that would appear in his memory.

"Pa."

This time, the force was greater, but still not enough!

Li Zhuiyuan began to increase the amplitude of his arm's sway. Sway, sway...

Finally,

"Pa!"

With a clear sense of impact, his ear seemed to hear a crisp sound.

Like you stand in place with your arm raised, and someone just walked by and high-fived you.

While Li Zhuiyuan was continuously discovering, the dense blackness outside the bed was also quietly and silently fading away.

At the same time, the perception transmitted from below began to become clearer.

Li Zhuiyuan could even actively reach out to entwine those hairs, and he could even complete a high-five while swinging.

He understood that those high-fives didn't seem intentional on the other side, but rather his hand just happened to meet the other's palm, because he still perceived hitting the back of his hand, and the sound wasn't as crisp.

Suddenly, Li Zhuiyuan felt something hit his probing arm. He felt a burst of pain and subconsciously pulled his arm back a bit.

This retraction was like originally being stuck or blocked by something, continuing to resume progress.

Meanwhile, Li Zhuiyuan's fingertip touched a hard round arc, followed by a slippery concave, then the clear upward structure of a bone joint, then segment after segment of bumpy bone, and then touched a round, towering elasticity.

Then, his fingers just detached contact, he immediately probed his entire arm down. In the end, he grabbed five short bone joints together.

"Hu..."

Li Zhuiyuan immediately withdrew his hand, an expression of shock on his face.

That was a complete person. He had just touched from the back of her head down to her toes.

Under the bed, there were people!

Moreover, not just one, several, many, many, a group of people!

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that the thin quilt on his side had disappeared.

He lifted his head and looked at the diagonal corner of the bed. There was a child tightly wrapped in the quilt, curled up there, shivering, his eyes full of fear.

This child looked... exactly the same as himself.

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared, I'm really so scared... woo woo woo... Mom, come pick me up quickly."

Li Zhuiyuan just looked at the shivering "self" who was calling for his mother because of fear, and asked:

"Why are you still here?"

......

"Comrade, we have already tested and examined your son. He has no psychological problems. He is very healthy, very sunny, and very cheerful."

The female doctor in a white coat stated with a smile on her face, and at the same time, she couldn't help but lightly touch the face of the little boy in front of her.

The little boy also smiled.

Ah, what a cute child.

The female doctor lifted her head again and looked at the mother standing beside the boy. She was a little doubtful. Why was there not the slightest joy on this mother's face when she received the "healthy" diagnosis; instead, it was all coldness.

At present, the field of psychology and psychological medicine is not yet popular in China, and the public's understanding of this aspect is not deep. However, psychological clinics can still be found in the capital.

"Mom, I'm not sick."

Eight-year-old Li Zhuiyuan proactively held his mother's hand, looked up at her, and said, "Mom, the doctor said I'm very healthy."

Li Lan lowered her head and glanced at her son, then looked at the doctor and said:

"You are all deceived by him."

The female doctor spread her hands, controlling her emotions as much as possible, and explained:

"Comrade, since you brought your son here, I think you should have a certain understanding of psychology. Therefore, you should believe our diagnosis and believe in our professionalism."

Li Lan: "It's that I overestimated your professionalism."

"As a child's mother, how can you be like this?" The female doctor couldn't hold back anymore, "It's the first time I've seen a mother who can still be dissatisfied when she knows her son is healthy. I really can't understand what exactly you're thinking!"

Li Lan: "You just said you were professional."

Female doctor: "......"

Li Lan held Li Zhuiyuan's hand and turned around to leave the clinic. Li Zhuiyuan followed his mother's pace, head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong.

They didn't go home, but came to another psychological clinic affiliated with a foreign hospital.

Li Zhuiyuan was brought in by a new doctor for examination.

Forty minutes later, the door opened, and Li Zhuiyuan was brought out.

The doctor said with a serious face:

"Madam, we now preliminarily suspect that your son has relatively severe symptoms of schizophrenia and autism. In our inquiry, this should be related to his family's emotional life.

He yearns very much for his mother's concern and companionship.

Therefore, I hope that in the following treatment, as a child's mother, you must cooperate with us as much as possible so that your son can return to health."

Listening to the doctor's words, Li Lan lowered her head, looked at Li Zhuiyuan standing in front of her, and asked:

"Having fun?"

"Mom, I..."

The doctor couldn't watch anymore. He stretched out his hand to block Li Lan: "Madam, you shouldn't be so harsh on your son. His problem is already very serious. You must pay enough attention, otherwise later..."

Li Lan didn't continue listening, turned around and just walked away.

"Madam, Madam!" No matter how the doctor called, she didn't turn back.

Li Zhuiyuan ran after her.

Li Lan stopped in front of the bathroom. Li Zhuiyuan also stopped. There was a large mirror here, reflecting the mother and son.

Li Zhuiyuan saw his mother in the mirror. She was staring at herself in the mirror, a hint of disgust in her eyes.

Even when she lowered her gaze and it fell on Li Zhuiyuan's body in the mirror, the disgust in her eyes still didn't disappear.

"Mom..."

Li Zhuiyuan carefully tugged at Li Lan's sleeve. He really wanted to ask his mother what he should do so that she could love him like before, not become more and more indifferent in recent years.

He believed that as long as he knew, he could quickly correct himself because he learned things very quickly.

"A Lan, A Lan, A Lan!"

Outside, his father's voice calling could be heard. He ran over, sweating profusely, without time to catch his breath, and nervously asked: "A Lan, how is Xiao Yuan Hou, is there a problem?"

"Dad."

"Yes, son."

Li Zhuiyuan was hugged into his father's embrace.

Li Lan looked at the father and son hugging each other. She seemed to be trying hard to restrain herself, but the muscles of her mouth still turned up slightly, showing a hint of sarcastic smile.

The man looked up and saw.

At this moment, the various emotions that had been accumulating in his heart over time finally couldn't be suppressed. He almost used a trembling voice to issue a low roar:

"A Lan, what exactly do you want, what exactly do you want to be satisfied? Do you just have to torment us like this?"

After roaring, he sat on the ground and cried.

"Dad, don't cry." Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward, wanting to help his father wipe away his tears.

Yet he just happened to meet his mother's gaze again, and he immediately stopped all his actions.

Li Lan closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them again, then she turned around and walked outside, leaving the father and son in the original place.

Li Zhuiyuan looked forward. On the bright tiles, his mother's gradually receding back was reflected.

......

"Why are you still here?"

On the bed, Li Zhuiyuan asked the shivering "self" wrapped in the quilt for the second time.

But the other side still didn't give an answer.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "Thank you for helping me deceive the doctor at that time, but you don't exist."

He himself did not have schizophrenia.

As soon as the words fell, the thin quilt fell on the bed.

The "self" who had been shivering and calling for his mother earlier disappeared.

"Hua la la... hua la la... hua la la..."

Around, clear sounds of flowing water suddenly came.

The dense darkness finally retreated, turning into a kind of light ink splashed gray.

But at least, visibility was up.

Li Zhuiyuan slowly stood up and looked around again.

He was standing on a bed, yet it was also like standing on a boat.

Because all around were dark, rolling river waves, and in the river water, corpses floated one by one, densely packed, like endless rice paddies.

"Great-grandfather said that after the Zhai, I would recover to normal.

But why am I still dreaming?

And,

Still such a dream..."

At this time, there seemed to be wind on the river surface.

The wind passed between those corpses, bringing the unique stench of decaying bodies.

Compared to the fragrance of rice, it was countless times denser.

Li Zhuiyuan stood and looked for a long time. He even walked to the head of the bed, supporting himself on the bed rail to look.

He didn't know how long this dream would continue, and he didn't seem to have a way to actively wake up.

However...

Li Zhuiyuan sat down on the bed, tidied the messy thin quilt, folded it neatly again, lay down, and covered his stomach with the quilt.

Um,

He was preparing to sleep.

......

"Um..."

Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes, and it was already dawn outside.

He knew he was really awake.

This sleep was very comfortable. He felt refreshed and full of energy.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder, could sleeping in a dream be true deep sleep?

If that were truly the case, then he wouldn't mind dreams like last night's at all. In fact, he'd be a little reluctant to leave.

After all, no matter how terrible a nightmare was, the more he experienced it, the more he would get used to it.

He lowered his head and saw that the black coils on his neck, wrists, and ankles had actually broken themselves.

Great-grandfather said they could be cut off in the morning, so it should be fine.

He got out of bed, walked to the door, and before pushing the door open, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths.

This was a habit he learned from his mother. His mother often stood in front of the bathroom mirror after getting up, doing deep breaths very hard.

Although even now, Li Zhuiyuan wasn't clear about the exact meaning of doing this.

However, after pushing open the door and the warm sunlight bathed him, Li Zhuiyuan smiled, as if all the haze from last night had dissipated at this moment.

Picking up the basin and toothbrush cup, Li Zhuiyuan came to the balcony to get water and began to wash up.

"Xiao Yuan Hou, come down for breakfast after you're done washing." Aunt Liu called him from the dam.

"Okay, Aunt Liu."

Li Zhuiyuan went down the stairs. The small wooden stool was not placed in the room this time, but on the dam.

On the wooden stool at this time, a bowl of white porridge, a salted duck egg, a dish of sour eggplant, and a dish of pickled ginger were already placed.

"There's still porridge in the pot. Or, should I get you another duck egg?"

"Enough to eat, Aunt Liu. Thank you, Aunt Liu."

"Thank you for what? This is Aunt Liu's job."

Li Zhuiyuan was a little curious about how much salary great-grandfather exactly paid Aunt Liu.

However, he thought that great-grandfather had enough money. Although he lived very "luxuriously," his income was also high. Most importantly, he had no children and didn't save money. He spent whatever he earned.

"Aunt Liu, did great-grandfather go out?"

"No, probably not up yet."

"Oh."

Li Zhuiyuan began to eat breakfast. He first knocked the tip of the duck egg against the wooden stool a few times, then peeled open an opening along the crack, held it in his hand, and used the tip of his chopsticks to pick out and eat the inside.

When he was almost finished eating, he saw a square wooden stool and small stool placed at the east end of the dam about twenty meters away from him. On it was also placed white porridge and pickled vegetables.

The little girl he saw yesterday was led out by her grandmother, sat down.

Today she was wearing a purple Qipao, much more conservative than the little yellow warbler's, and the embroidery pattern on her Qipao was also finer and richer.

In addition, she also changed her hairstyle today, with a wooden hairpin inserted in it.

This kind of attention to dress was rarely seen in the countryside, especially since it was still summer. You know, most boys were running around the village in a pair of triangle pants.

Aunt Liu moved another set of square wooden stool and small stool. This time, a tea set was placed on the wooden stool. She lowered her head and said something to the old grandmother. The old grandmother waved her hand, and Aunt Liu left.

Meanwhile, the old grandmother squatted in front of the girl and spoke to her in a soft voice.

The girl sat there, gazing straight ahead. Like yesterday, her eyes seemed to contain no other people.

But the old grandmother's persuasion eventually had an effect. The girl silently lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that she would pick up one chopstick of pickled vegetables, then two mouthfuls of porridge, then another chopstick of pickled vegetables, then two mouthfuls of porridge. The frequency never changed.

The old grandmother peeled a salted duck egg for her. When she wanted to hand it to her, she stopped, her body also seemed to start trembling slightly.

The old grandmother immediately apologized and took the salted duck egg away.

Only then did the girl continue her meal, still one chopstick of pickled vegetables and two mouthfuls of porridge.

Witnessing this scene, Li Zhuiyuan's mind conjured a person. That was his deskmate in his youth class. He also ate like this, planning the vegetables and rice on his plate in advance, how much vegetables with how much rice. By the end, all the vegetables and rice would definitely be eaten.

Not only that, when he walked out of the classroom, he had to step on the corner of the tile grid. If he stepped wrong one day, he would run back to the classroom and walk out again, even if he wanted to go to the toilet earlier, he would hold it in hard.

The girl ate very fast. After finishing, she put down her chopsticks.

The old grandmother took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her mouth and fingers.

Then, she stood up, put away the stool, and walked back to the east room.

Still in that position, she put down the stool, sat down, her feet on the threshold, gazing straight ahead.

The old grandmother looked at her somewhat helplessly, then stood up and sat in a chair.

Li Zhuiyuan perceived that the other's gaze fell on him again, but unlike yesterday, this time she proactively waved her hand and called him over:

"Come, come here, let me take a look."

Li Zhuiyuan walked over. After getting closer, he seemed to smell a fragrant scent emanating from the other's body.

"Hello, Grandmother."

"You're called Xiao Yuan Hou, right?"

"Yes, Li Zhuiyuan."

"My surname is Liu."

"Grandmother Liu."

"Good. After living here, it's the first time I've seen other children, hehe." Liu Yumei lifted her wrist and glanced at the pair of bracelets. She hesitated a bit, seeming to feel that it was not appropriate. Finally, she took off a jade ring from her ring finger and handed it to Li Zhuiyuan, "Come, Grandmother's welcome gift."

Li Zhuiyuan waved his hand: "I can't take it, Grandmother Liu, it's too expensive."

"Fake, glass, just play with it as a toy."

"No, I can't take it."

Liu Yumei handed it forward a bit more, urging: "You can't refuse what an elder gives. Refusing is disrespectful."

Li Zhuiyuan took half a step back and didn't reach out to take it, but replied: "I have to ask my great-grandfather."

Liu Yumei nodded, put the jade ring back in her pocket, and didn't put it back on her finger.

"Xiao Yuan Hou, how many grades are you in?"

"Third grade."

"How are your grades?"

"So-so."

"How old are you this year?"

"Ten years old."

"Which month?"

"August."

"Then you're one month older than our A Li." Saying that, Liu Yumei looked at the girl sitting on the threshold in the door, "Originally, our A Li should also be in the third grade."

Subsequently, Liu Yumei's expression dimmed a bit. Yes, originally her granddaughter should be like the little boy in front of her, cheerful and healthy, attending school.

"Oh, right, Xiao Yuan Hou, while you're living here, you can go anywhere else, but don't go to the east room. Um, don't get close to A Li. Our A Li doesn't like strangers approaching. She's shy, and afraid of unfamiliar people."

Grandmother Liu gave him the same warning that great-grandfather had given him last night.

Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Grandmother, does A Li have autism?"

Liu Yumei looked at the little boy in front of her very surprised: "You know about this?"

In this year, most people hadn't even heard of this word.

"Um."

Liu Yumei blinked, reached out to hold Li Zhuiyuan's hand,

Asked:

"What, is there an adult in your family who researches this?"

Um, what they research is me.

"I saw it in the newspaper."

"Oh." Liu Yumei sighed a little disappointed.

"Grandmother Liu, in big cities, there are doctors who can treat this disease."

Li Zhuiyuan was very curious. Their family didn't seem to lack money, so why didn't they take Qin Li to a big city to see a doctor, but instead live here?

"Our A Li's autism is not ordinary. Going to the hospital to see a doctor is useless."

Li Zhuiyuan was a little puzzled. If going to the hospital was useless, could living with great-grandfather here be useful?

Liu Yumei turned her body and looked at the tea set on the wooden stool, asking: "Want some tea?"

"Thank you, Grandmother."

Seeing Liu Yumei preparing to bend down to get the thermos, Li Zhuiyuan picked it up first: "I'll do it."

"Um? Good, you do it."

Li Zhuiyuan opened the tea cake, put in the tea, waited for the water to boil, rinsed the tea leaves, rinsed the pot, scalded the cups, poured the tea...

When the old people in the family courtyard had tea parties, they would all call him over to brew tea. He also had to go because he still had to eat at their homes.

Liu Yumei kept watching Li Zhuiyuan's actions. She suddenly thought, this child is very interesting.

"Grandmother, have some tea."

"Um." Taking a sip of tea, Liu Yumei opened her mouth: "Later, you can do the tea brewing. There might be a lot of snacks here at Grandmother's."

"Okay."

At this time, there was movement on the second floor balcony. Soon, Li Sanjiang walked down the stairs. He had a weary look on his face and was depressed.

Liu Yumei tilted her head slightly and smiled: "What, didn't you sleep well last night? Went out to be a thief?"

Li Sanjiang sighed. It was even more uncomfortable than being a thief. He was chased by a group of Qing Dynasty zombies all night in his dream yesterday!

"Xiao Yuan Hou, how did you sleep last night?"

"Great-grandfather, I slept very well."

"That's good, that's good..."

Li Sanjiang exhaled a long breath. It seemed the array had indeed succeeded.

Aunt Liu brought breakfast for Li Sanjiang. While Li Sanjiang was eating, the figures of Li Weihan and Cui Guiying appeared in the distance. They were holding the clothes Li Zhuiyuan had changed and snacks.

When they were at home earlier, the children were all there, and these foods were divided among all the children each time. Now that Li Zhuiyuan was living outside, all the remaining ones were brought over.

"Xiao Yuan Hou, when you live here, you have to listen to your great-grandfather and don't cause him trouble, understand?"

"Grandmother will come to see you, child, be good. If you want to come back, just run home and look, okay?"

"Pa pa pa!"

Li Sanjiang angrily knocked on the wooden stool with his chopsticks and scolded:

"Han Hou, you came to deliver things this morning. Aren't you just afraid that if you come a little later, your uncle will keep you for a meal?

Heh, now you're great. You're not even willing to sit down and have a drink with uncle. Look how estranged you are outside. You don't consider uncle family, right?"

Li Weihan and Cui Guiying saw the situation and immediately stepped forward to appease and apologize.

After appeasing Li Sanjiang, they left.

Li Sanjiang scraped the last bit of porridge in the bowl into his mouth, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said to Li Zhuiyuan who was standing beside him: "Your grandfather is just that kind of person, so stingy. He looks like he can't sleep peacefully at night if he takes a little advantage of others. That's what I'm most annoyed about with him."

His fields were originally for Li Weihan to farm, who knew that this old guy would actually return the rent later.

"So, Great-grandfather, you are just willing to let Grandfather support you."

Li Sanjiang smacked his lips a few times. These words really went to his heart.

He knew that when he was really old and couldn't take care of himself, Li Weihan would not only take care of him, but most importantly... he wouldn't look down on him.

He, Li Sanjiang, had lived a carefree life. Even on the last journey of his old age, he didn't want to suffer any grievances.

But in front of the child, Li Sanjiang still had to put on a show: "What, supporting me is a loss for him? The land belongs to the village collective, but this house, this business, the things I've saved, won't they all still be given to him in the end? Humph, he won't lose."

Then, Li Sanjiang touched Li Zhuiyuan's chin again and continued: "However, I might not want my things to be divided among that group of ungrateful uncles of yours in the end. Xiao Yuan Hou, you be a little smarter, please your great-grandfather more. I'll write a document, and later all this family property will be given directly to you, how about that?"

"Okay, when I grow up, I'll support you, Great-grandfather."

"Ha ha ha ha, when you grow up, Great-grandfather is probably long gone."

But these words, they really were pleasant to hear, bringing a touch of good luck.

Li Zhuiyuan thought of the basement yesterday, and then of the "Jin Sha Luo Wen Jing" he saw on the ground in Li Sanjiang's room last night, and opened his mouth:

"Great-grandfather, what's in your basement?"

"Valuable things are on the first floor. The things in the basement aren't valuable, just some broken things that your great-grandfather picked up before, and more than ten boxes of waste books stored here by others. They're like ghost-drawn talismans, can't understand them at all."

Books?

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes lit up. How could those be waste books? Those were his tutoring materials.

He eagerly wanted to improve his academic scores.

"Great-grandfather, can I go inside and look?"

"What?" Li Sanjiang was a little surprised, "What's good about looking at those things?"

"You said that the family property will be left to me later. You won't go back on your word."

"Okay, okay, okay. If you want to go through them, go ahead. The key is in the cloth shoes next to that door. Be careful, it's dusty and dirty inside. I haven't been in for several years."

"Thank you, Great-grandfather."

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was preparing to go to the basement to explore, a hunchbacked figure walked out on the small road outside again. It was Niu Fu.

"Uncle Sanjiang, Uncle Sanjiang, I've come to find you!"

Almost subconsciously, Li Zhuiyuan's gaze immediately fell on Niu Fu's hunchback. Then he immediately remembered Liu Jinxia's warning and immediately turned his body and twisted his head away from looking at him.

But precisely because of this, Li Zhuiyuan saw that Qin Li, who was originally sitting in the east room like a sculpture, actually moved her neck and looked at Niu Fu's back.

She could see!