Jiaobai put on a jacket over his shirt and trousers. It was made of stiff material and reached his feet. The hat was so big that it covered his entire head. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and he wore sunglasses and a mask on his face. He was wrapped up tightly from head to toe.
Such strange dress caused disgust among people around.
It's like seeing a little mouse in a stinky ditch, it looks dirty even from a distance.
Jiaobai stood in front of Shen Ji, facing the biting coldness in his eyes, and listened to him question: "Who allowed you to dress like this?"
The lines and atmosphere of this old-fashioned melodramatic boss made Jiao Bai's adrenaline surge. This is an old problem. Who told him to like this when reading comics? He slowly exhaled. When the original owner first came to South City, it was a hot summer. He took protective measures. The Shen family thought it was embarrassing to be weird and didn't let him come like that. Since then, every time the original owner came to the old house, he had to wear the clothes prepared by the old housekeeper. He couldn't decide what to wear that day.
But the old lady loves the scenery of nature, and family dinners are always held in the front garden on sunny days with direct sunlight.
The original owner was miserable. After a family dinner, his exposed face and neck would become red, swollen, itchy, and peel, with a dense layer of blisters forming.
Jiaobai didn't want to suffer that kind of pain. The thought of it was terrifying. On the way here, he forced the driver to stop the car and hurriedly bought all the equipment.
Shen Ji said in a cold tone: "Go back and change your clothes before coming back."
Jiaobai ignored it. As soon as a friend came online, his account was automatically logged in. He stared at the Pikachu avatar that was ranked second in his friend list. Pikachu was actually alive... alive, moving, and breathing fire at him.
Don’t ask why Pikachu has the skills of Flameboy. If you ask, you’re crazy.
The fire seemed to materialize, and Jiaobai felt his whole body burning. He got so excited that he retorted, "I won't change."
Shen Ji didn't expect the dog to resist. He was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold. He raised his right hand and the茭白 quickly dodged to the side.
At the same time, the hand was stopped by another force.
Qi Yiliao frowned, "Old Shen, why did you start fighting without asking for the details?" He put down Shen Ji's hand, lowered his head, and looked at Jiao Bai with a very friendly expression, "Xiao Li, do you have a cold? Are you afraid of the cold?"
Wild rice: “…”
If you don't call me Xiao Li, I can still touch your cat's head.
"I don't have a cold, I just have solar dermatitis." Jiaobai pushed up his sunglasses that had slipped down.
"Solar dermatitis," Qi Yiliao said with a kind look of understanding, "You need to wear more clothes."
"Old Shen, have you taken Xiao Li to the hospital?" Qi Yiliao tilted his face, the sunlight brushed his temples and cast a golden halo on his straight nose. He stood there like a compassionate savior.
Shen Ji exhaled a puff of smoke: "No need."
Qi Yiliao sighed, "We still have to go to the hospital for a checkup." He smiled at Jiao Bai, "Old Shen doesn't have time, so you can go by yourself, kid."
Jiaobai looked at Qi Yiliao's profile picture and wondered if the white cat was about to be strangled to death.
The white cat is like a dead object, which makes the Pikachu downstairs, who is still breathing fire, look particularly funny. They are like two different styles of painting.
Jiaobai greeted them perfunctorily and walked towards the hall of the old house alone. He ignored the two gazes behind him and walked hurriedly, just wanting to get to a place without light as quickly as possible.
Shen Ji said calmly: "He is still the same person, but his temperament has changed."
Qi Yiliao flicked off the ash from his cigarette and asked, "Do you know what he was like before?"
Shen Ji narrowed his eyes. He didn't even care about the kid from the Qi family, let alone a little dog like Wang. "Ask the old housekeeper."
Qi Yiliao held the cigarette to his pale lips. He freed his hands and elegantly straightened the cuffs of his suit. "Old Shen, that kid looks like a withered, yellow weed, but he has a kind of unnatural tenacity. He was different just now than he was last night, changing like a kaleidoscope. It's rare, isn't it? You should at least spend some time to look after him."
Shen Ji moved his fingers, and half of the cigarette was cut off and crushed. It was just a dog.
Jiaobai drank a bottle of anti-allergy medicine he brought with him. He threw the empty bottle into the trash can, sat in the corner, took off his coat, sunglasses and mask, and applied ointment on his face and neck. He had applied it before going out, and now he had to apply more because he was worried. When he was done with this busy period, he would go to see a Chinese doctor and make sure to cure this dermatitis.
The front garden was sunny and filled with the fragrance of flowers. Jiaobai leaned against the wall, and with the help of the shelter from the view, he secretly looked at the guests who came to the birthday banquet. Most of them were from the Shen family, and a few were Shen's long-time partners, childhood friends and friends of the Shen family's patriarch.
I haven't seen Shen Er'an, the young master of the Shen family. I heard that he has returned to school to take exams or something.
Jiaobai was not surprised. Shen Er'an was the product of his father's one night of indulgence when he was young. His mother was a tea picker on the Clam Mountain. She lost half her life when she brought him into this world, and sent him to the Shen family with the remaining half of her life.
Shen Er'an's arrival indirectly led to the death of Shen Ji's lover. Shen Ji didn't like him and didn't care about him.
The father and son do not live together, they rarely eat at the same table, and when they meet they are like strangers.
The old lady was in a dilemma. She tried to take care of it a few times but then stopped caring about it. Her youngest son was her only heir, and even if they were not related, it could not change their blood relationship.
Jiaobai yawned. The original owner had no sense of existence and no friends, so he didn't need to make small talk. He felt relaxed. When he was curled up in the corner and about to fall asleep, a large cloud appeared over the front garden, blocking most of the sun, and the old lady came out.
Today is her 80th birthday, but no one would tell if no one told her. She is a vegetarian and chants Buddhist scriptures, so her appearance and hair do not look old and she looks quite energetic.
The old lady sat in a wheelchair, pushed into the hall by her most promising youngest son, Shen Ji, the head of the family. She had a string of Buddhist beads on her hand, was dressed simply, and her birthday banquet was not extravagant either.
The process is kept simple and all food is vegetarian, and this is done year after year.
Jiaobai smacked his lips and sneered. It was such a kind-looking old man who tied people up like dogs.
Regarding this matter, since it does not involve the main characters, the comic "Broken Wings" does not explain it directly, nor is it detailed and comprehensive. It is pieced together from the perspectives of several people.
A few years ago, Shen Ji was diagnosed with a strange disease and his life was hanging by a thread. Experts at home and abroad were helpless. The old lady went to the temple to pray for him. With the guidance of the master, she used the family resources to find two lucky horoscopes for Shen Ji in his birthplace and growth place. They were the original owner and Qi Shuang. They ate and slept together in the hospital ward for half a month, and Shen Ji miraculously survived the danger.
The old lady firmly believed in the theory of the horoscope. She arranged for the two to live in Qinlin Garden in the east of the lake, thinking that when Shen Ji got better, she would let him choose one to marry into the Shen family.
The old lady had no choice. If it wasn't the master's intention, she would have regarded it as Shen fostering two little ones. They would not be qualified to enter the Shen family, even if it was the Qi family.
However, two years have passed, and Mrs. Shen's position is still vacant. Shen Ji doesn't believe in the horoscope at all. He changes the people he keeps outside very frequently, but he never touches the two from Qin Linyuan. It seems that to him, as long as he touches one of them, it will be related to the horoscope and he will fall into a vicious circle where he has no control over his fate.
He wants to maintain his wealth and glory and live a peaceful and healthy life, but he has to rely on the fate of others. It's a joke.
Without Shen Ji's selection of a name card to sleep with her, the original owner lived with Qi Shuang in Qinxin Garden, and they lived in peace.
Until Shen Ji took the original owner to meet a friend, the balance was broken...
After Jiaobai recalled the plot, he thought of the original owner's adoptive parents. They took a sum of money from the Shen family and let the Shen family take the original owner away. They told others that he could not continue his studies and had to go to work elsewhere. They told him that he was lucky to have met a noble person and hoped that he could go to a big city to receive a better education.
In reality, he wanted to use the money from selling him to send his precious daughter abroad.
Jiaobai really loves this hodgepodge of comics. Even a tool man who was offline early can be so bloody. He sighed, adjusted his expression and walked out of the corner, passing through a dazzling area of brand-name clothing and came to the old lady.
"Xiao Qiu, why didn't you follow Aji? There are a lot of people here today, so don't run around." The old lady took Jiaobai's hand, placed it in Shen Ji's palm, and patted it.
It was just like a wedding scene.
Jiaobai pulled his hand out and rubbed it on the clothes on his back.
Shen Ji bent down to tidy up the old lady's hair around her ears, and his angle happened to capture Jiaobai's actions.
The old lady's hair, which she cherished very much, was suddenly grabbed by her youngest son. She almost had a heart attack: "Aji?"
"It's okay." Shen Ji let go of his hand and smoothed the old lady's silver hair.
Jiaobai looked at the few hairs of the old lady and wondered why they were not plucked out completely. Didn't Shen Ji eat? He was so weak. He suddenly found that Qi Yilao from the group of rich people was looking at him, and the evil taste in his eyes disappeared instantly.
Jiaobai turned his face away as if nothing had happened and met Qi Zizhi's gaze.
Why are you looking at me one by one? You are sick.
Jiaobai opened his account and looked at his friend list. Qi Zizhi was ranked below Shen Ji. His avatar was blank, with nothing on it, which was very abrupt.
The three friends Qi Yilao, Shen Ji, and Qi Zizhi who are online now have an activity level of 0. Go away.
Jiaobai congratulated the old lady under many contemptuous looks, and then he found an opportunity to go to the bathroom, and then slipped into the back garden through the passage next to the bathroom. He had just found a place where there was no sunlight but a natural breeze, when Qi Shuang called.
After the call was connected, Qi Shuang did not speak immediately. His breathing was deliberately light and a little tense. His people had already given him the news that the address was a family with a mother and son living there.
Those are the master’s wife and children.
Qi Shuang in the ward turned pale. The Qi family's connections couldn't be traced back to that place. How did this country bumpkin know about it? It was too weird.
"That mother and son have been monitored by my people. Is that what you mean? You want me to do this," Qi Shuang said softly, "Chu Qiu, I was wrong. I thought you were the kind of person who would bow and apologize even if you stepped on an ant."
Jiaobai bent her legs comfortably: "Same here."
The original owner also thought that Qi Shuang was a lovely brother who did not have any spoiled younger brother syndrome.
When Jiao Bai was following the comics, he thought the master was a charlatan. Later, as he read on, he found that the author had logically rounded it off. The original owner died, and Qi Shuang married into the Shen family in the winter of the same year. In fact, it can be regarded as a fulfillment of the fate theory. Qi Shuang became the head of the Shen family, but not Shen Ji.
Shen Ji got married on the eve of the Chinese New Year.
A few more months.
Jiao Bai checked the next plan with Qi Shuang and said with a smile: "Young Master, I wish you success."
Qi Shuang listened to his laughter and trembled spinelessly. He really deserved to be killed.
We can’t be friends now, but we can never be enemies either.
Jiao Bai guessed that Qi Shuang would not dare to play tricks in front of him from now on, but he did not think that the future was smooth and bright. After all, he had no way to take revenge on that old man Shen Ji for the time being.
Alas, it is difficult for a small person to turn over a new leaf. A rich kid like Qi Shuang who is stupid, smart, and can take advantage of others is a rare species. It is his blessing to meet one, and he should take good care of him.
During the meal, Jiao Bai sat on the left side of the old lady. His position was the position of the future daughter-in-law. Qi Shuang was not there, so he was alone and became a target, with many glares directed at him.
"Xiao Qiu, I heard that Shuangshuang was hospitalized due to allergies?" asked the old lady.
Jiaobai looked at the pile of vegetarian dishes and said listlessly, "Hmm."
There were only two outsiders at the table, one was Qi Yilao and the other was him. Even Qi Zizhi was not invited to come.
And Qi Yilao was right opposite him, facing him, and he could see him as soon as he raised his head.
Qi Yiliao joined the conversation now. He ate a spoonful of lotus seed soup and said, "The youngest child of the Qi family is allergic? Why are children nowadays so sensitive?"
The Shen family members at the table thought that the "all" that Mr. Qi mentioned included a lover around him, so it was not convenient to ask.
But if no one responds, it would seem like Mr. Qi is being ignored.
After a few seconds, the old lady asked in a chatty manner.
"Xiao Zhang." Qi Yiliao pointed at the wild rice plant opposite him, and said with a tone of an elder showing concern for the younger one, "Xiao Zhang also has an allergic constitution."
Wild rice: “…”
Sometimes I’m called Xiao Li, sometimes Xiao Zhang. What’s the matter? I have hundreds of surnames on my body, right