The surroundings became even quieter because of a slightly provocative remark. The chirping of cicadas outside the window, the flowing air, everything fell still.
"Did you find out what you wanted?" Jiang Yu stared into the young man's clear eyes, his soft voice exuding a bone-chilling chill. It was the weirdness that seeped from his bones and blood, and no tone or expression could conceal it.
Chen Ling kept his mouth shut, refusing to speak. He struggled twice, but when he saw that he couldn't get free, his face turned cold, "What do you want to do?"
"Don't you already know?" The man's thick eyelashes drooped, and he lifted the young man's chin with his fingertips. "You and I are destined to be together. You were born to be mine, my wife."
Chen Ling: “… … …”
Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat. The words "born to be" conveyed a message that was too overbearing and rude, but for some reason, it sounded very natural when it came out of Jiang Yu's mouth.
He looked away, his gaze resting on the man's dark hair: "So this is why you're pestering me?"
"I'm not pestering you." Jiang Yu's stern face was slightly tense, "I just look after you occasionally."
Chen Ling thought of the wound on his face that disappeared out of thin air, and the man's occasional instructions that appeared and disappeared mysteriously. This explanation made sense.
After thinking about it carefully, he suppressed the fear that burst out of his body and said earnestly: "Mr. Jiang, having a compatible fate doesn't mean anything. If two people want to get together, they must first have an emotional foundation."
In his opinion, Jiang Yu's various behaviors were more like a little sense of responsibility for him because of the title of "wife", and it couldn't even be called love. Otherwise, she would definitely guard him every day, and would not look at him with such calm eyes.
Responsibility can maintain a marriage, but it cannot make the relationship passionate, and this is not what he wants.
Chen Ling has never told anyone that he particularly likes the sticky mode of getting along with others, and it would be best if the other person can accept his coquettishness.
Because of this little secret, he had never been in a relationship even before he turned 18. After all, most girls like mature men who are strong and decisive, not clingy little boyfriends.
Jiang Yu disagreed with the young man's words. He raised his ten fingers, and a red line extended from his wrist, with the other end tied to Chen Ling's right ankle.
Chen Ling stared blankly at the bright red circle on his ankle, and four words popped into his mind: fate.
"Even before we had any feelings for each other, you and I were already a perfect match."
“…” Chen Ling’s face flushed, this is too good!
He stomped his feet hard twice, and the bright red thread was tied tightly on it without any looseness.
Jiang Yu moved his fingers, and the red line disappeared. He squatted down, and stroked the young man's warm skin with his slightly cool fingertips. "If you don't like it, I can help you tie it somewhere else."
The man's rough fingertips felt strange when they touched his skin. Chen Ling opened his mouth and found that he had lost his voice.
He cleared his throat forcefully, took a half step back, and finally broke free from the man's touch: "No need."
It's even worse if I can remember it by lowering my head when I put it on my hand. Not to mention my neck, he's not a puppy!
The young man pursed his lips and summoned all his strength to squeeze out a request from the bottom of his heart: "Can you cut the red string?"
Jiang Yu's expression clearly did not change. He remained silent, but the gloom on his face became even stronger. A fierce red light flashed in his shallow eyes, so fast that no one could detect it.
"cannot."
The cold answer was as if the chill was tangible and blowing towards him.
Chen Ling felt a chill on his back, and a little fear arose in his calm mind, but he really couldn't accept that a husband appeared out of nowhere. No, a wife is a wife.
He has no prejudice against homosexuality, nor does he reject being liked by the same sex. Even if you are a ghost, you should have the freedom to like anyone. But it is too scary and too sudden to let him take up the post without any process.
The impact caused can be described as a bolt from the blue.
Chen Ling's frown was about to be knotted. He observed Jiang Yu's expression and spoke cautiously: "Normally speaking, if we are really destined, it should be an accidental encounter, but you showed up early, which is a bit unfair."
But if you think about the age of the ancestor and the time he has experienced, this operation seems normal -
As early as more than 2,000 years ago, there was the idea of parents' orders and matchmakers' words in ancient times. Even if the child was still an unformed tadpole, as long as the parents said so, the engagement would be settled and the child would have to get married when he grew up.
For our ancestors who knew the marriage destined by God in advance, that means they were already engaged and had a fiancé!
After all, it was the fault of feudal dregs, God, and the ideological gap between him and Jiang Yu.
Chen Ling suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the man reacted so strongly when he asked if he could cut the thread.
In Jiang Yu's eyes, this matter was probably the same as being broken off from an engagement on the spot.
Noticing that the gloom lingering on the man had dissipated a little, and was not as stormy as a moment ago, Chen Ling's upright character was restored.
"On the day of the tomb relocation, you threw the robe on my head because you believed that I was your husband..." Fortunately, the word "husband" was not uttered, which was too dangerous. Chen Ling changed his expression without changing his expression, "Your other half, because according to the rules, the widow should hold the robe, right?"
Jiang Yu said "hmm" nonchalantly, which was considered as an admission.
Chen Ling looked at his face and began to doubt his own eyes. Why did he feel that the cold face was shy
After a light cough, he said something more direct this time: "So you took the initiative to approach me because you have been single for too long and can't wait for a chance encounter, so you want to get to know me in advance?"
In an instant, Chen Ling felt a tense suffocation. The temperature dropped sharply and the windows began to creak automatically without wind.
Oops, I said the wrong thing.
Asking such a direct question makes our ancestors embarrassed!
Jiang Yu's face became calmer, but a small red spot appeared on the side of his fair neck.
Chen Ling was surprised to find this detail. He opened his lips in astonishment and his eyes widened: "You..."
Before he could finish his words, the man suddenly pinched his lips with his fingers, preventing him from speaking any more.
Jiang Yu's figure quickly faded and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.
Chen Ling: “…”
I was actually embarrassed by his words! I'm so thin-skinned, I must have never had a relationship before.
Chen Ling found it unbelievable, funny and helpless. After all, the ancestor was not that scary.
They may be eager to meet their future partner because they have been single for too long, but they may also show shy expressions on their cold faces when their eagerness is exposed.
How's that for being kind of cute!
Chen Ling covered his face with both hands and rubbed it vigorously a few times to drive away the terrible thoughts in his mind. He looked up again and met a pair of doubtful eyes.
"Brother Chen, why did your friend leave? I thought he wanted to stay for dinner, so I went to the kitchen to cook some more rice." Wu Weiwei pointed at a figure that flashed past the gate and said, "Who is he? Is he a new customer? Just by looking at his clothes, you can tell he's a rich man."
"Old customer." Chen Ling glanced at him, "What did you hear while you were leaning on the windowsill just now?"
"I didn't hear anything!" Wu Weiwei swore to heaven, "I respect other people's privacy very much. I left after you closed the curtains. By the way, I also called the owner of the carving studio, Ding Junyuan, you know him. He said that if it's convenient, we can go there early tomorrow morning."
Chen Ling said yes, and seeing that the master's door was open, he knew that the meditation was over, so he ran in quickly and closed the door and window mysteriously.
Zhao Xunchang wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his eyes and drank a sip of boiled water. Before his apprentice could speak, he spoke first: "There was someone in your room just now, who was it?"
Even through the thick wall, one could sense the other party's intimidating aura and oppressive feeling.
Definitely not an ordinary person.
Chen Ling took a deep breath, sat down opposite Zhao Xunchang, and asked instead of answering, "Master, can you help me calculate my marriage fate?"
Zhao Xunchang was surprised and looked at his little apprentice inquiringly. There was a problem, a big problem!
The little apprentice is hardworking, kind-hearted, avenging his enemies, and greedy, just like an ordinary person. But if you get to know him for a long time, you will find that he is quite different from an ordinary boy.
He keeps silent about love affairs and his passion is as stagnant as water.
In the past, when I joked about predicting his marriage, he would always object, saying that everything depends on fate and he didn't want to know in advance.
Zhao Xunchang became serious and turned to observe his apprentice's expression: "Why do you suddenly care about this?"
Chen Ling said nothing. He lowered his head and wrote down his birth date word for word correctly. Then he stretched out his left palm and moved his face towards his master to increase accuracy.
Zhao Xunchang was speechless: "Are you trying to calculate your horoscope, palmistry, and face together?"
Chen Ling nodded honestly: "Thank you, Master, for troubling me."
Concerning the happiness of his beloved apprentice in the second half of his life, Zhao Xunchang asked: "How about I tell you another fortune?"
Chen Ling agreed: "Okay."
Zhao Xunchang knew his apprentice's birth date by heart, but he had never analyzed it in detail. He held a ballpoint pen, writing and drawing, and muttering to himself.
Chen Ling suddenly felt a little nervous. He clenched his fists and placed them across the small table in the middle of the couch, staring without blinking at the piece of white paper in his master's hand that was gradually being filled with words.
Zhao Xunchang's calm face became solemn: "I can't see through your marriage palace, and I can't calculate when your marriage will appear."
Chen Ling felt a little disappointed and suggested, "Then let's try face reading and palm reading."
Zhao Xunchang put down his pen, held his apprentice's hand and looked carefully. The complicated fine lines near the marriage line had no forks, which showed that his love and marriage were smooth. But the strange thing was that the lines where the marriage was solid were very short, and the lines that extended out later were even more unclear.
Not to mention the face, there is nothing to be seen either.
Zhao Xunchang didn't believe it, so he stood up and took out a bronze tortoise shell and a few ancient coins. The coins were thrown into the hollow tortoise shell. After a moment of calmness, he raised it to the air with both hands and shook it, then let go of the coins to let them fall on the table.
After six times in a row, Zhao Xunchang began to interpret the hexagram and gave four heavy words: "The future is uncertain.
Chen Ling was speechless.
Isn't it that the future is uncertain? Because his future partner is from the netherworld, or even the abyss of hell. No matter how high the master's Taoism is, it is impossible to escape the cause and effect of the living world and predict his marriage with a dead person.