Natto's eyes were full of pure confusion without any malice.
In order to avoid being heard by Chu Shiye, he was considerate enough to lower his voice to the lowest level.
Ji Mian: “… Ahem.”
He covered his mouth, turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Chu Shiye: “…”
Nato: Oh no, was someone heard
He cautiously stole a glance at Chu Shiye.
The landlord had no special expression on his face, just like before.
Natto breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Fortunately I didn’t hear it.
But, it's really weird.
I've never seen anyone whose spiritual experience is so... so attached to others.
Ji Mian laughed enough and turned to look at Chu Shiye again.
Chu Shiye looked depressed.
Ji Mian: “…Pfft.”
He laughed again.
Chu Shiye: “…”
Chu Shiye stretched out his hand without saying a word.
Ji Mian: "Okay, okay, I'll give it back to you."
He gently pulled down the little white snake that was twisted into a braid between his fingers and placed it in Chu Shiye's palm.
Chu Shiye ignored the little white snake's twisting and stuffed it into his pocket.
Still expressionless.
Ji Mian: Oh, I feel so wronged and unhappy.
He smiled and patted Chu Shiye's head.
Comfort me.
Chu Shiye looked at him and lowered his eyes.
Ji Mian: Well, I don’t feel so wronged anymore.
Natto's eyes wandered between the two men, slightly glazed over.
Turning another alley, you will find Natto's home.
The rusty iron gate of the courtyard was half open and the yard was full of garbage.
"… I haven't been back for a week," Natuo accidentally stepped on a bag of garbage and explained to Ji Mian with a red face, "No, no one cleans here."
Ji Mian: “It’s okay.”
The three of them walked around the yard and came to the main gate.
boom!
Before I even got close to the door, I heard a noise from inside, as if someone had smashed a wine bottle on the ground.
Natto shuddered violently.
Ji Mian gestured for him to hide behind Chu Shiye, then walked forward and knocked on the door.
"Damn it! You're back so late!"
The door was flung open, a strong smell of alcohol wafted into the air, and someone stumbled out.
Chu Shiye took a step forward.
This is a middle-aged man with stubble on his face and hair that has not been trimmed for days—he is also Nato’s father, Erren.
His face was red from the smell of alcohol, and he was holding an almost empty bottle in his hand and burping repeatedly.
"Uh, who is this?"
Erren's brain was soaked in alcohol, so he was not fully awake. He found the face in front of him a little unfamiliar, so he staggered closer, holding the bottle of wine.
"Where did that come from... Oh! There you are!"
Erren's wandering gaze suddenly swept across Nato behind Chu Shiye. Nato's body stiffened, and Erren immediately tried to push Chu Shiye away and rushed towards Nato.
However, he couldn't break it open.
Chu Shiye just stood there, like an immovable rock.
Erren was stunned, and a trace of anger suddenly surged in his turbid eyes: "What the hell dares to stop me!"
He suddenly raised the bottle and smashed it on Chu Shiye's head.
Boom!
The wine bottle gurgled and fell to the ground, taking a person with it.
Erren rolled over with a scream, and a medal fell out of his pocket.