Chapter 379: Hard on the lips, soft on the heart
When I arrived at the prison, I met Zhao Yan smoothly.
The things that my godfather brought were all sent in smoothly after inspection.
Zhao Yan hasn't changed much, he is just a little stronger than when he was in Nanzhan.
Since arriving in Dadu, Zhao Qishui visited him every month, bringing him food and money.
Zhao Yan's living standard in prison improved sharply, and because Qi Zhijun had put in a call, the prison guards here also took good care of him.
In short, this was the most comfortable period of time that Zhao Yan had ever experienced.
In his heart, he also began to develop a little dependence on Zhao Qishui. From the initial deliberate alienation, he now worries that Zhao Qishui will not come to see him before the 15th of every month.
Seeing He Shu also coming, Zhao Yan was in a good mood.
"Did you bring me anything delicious?"
Zhao Qishui happily took some food that could not be brought in to the meeting room.
"These are all your favorite foods, take a look."
Zhao Yan started to open the bag and took out the meat to eat first.
After eating a few bites, he looked at He Shu, took out a chicken leg from the bag and handed it to him.
He Shu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "Brother, I don't want to eat it, you eat it yourself."
Zhao Yan didn't force it. He grabbed the beef in one hand and the chicken leg in the other and started chewing on it.
"Why do you look so haggard? Are you sick?"
He Shu touched his face and said, "No?"
He himself didn't feel anything, but in fact, not only people who rarely saw him thought he looked unwell, but even his aunt who he saw every day had the same feeling.
"What have you been doing lately?"
"I didn't do anything. I just went to Nanzhan with my uncle during the holiday."
Zhao Qishui did not interrupt. He also hoped that He Shu and Zhao Yan could talk more and have a better relationship.
However, when Zhao Qishui heard Zhao Yan also say that He Shu looked unwell, he became worried. It seemed that he was not overthinking.
"Going to Nanzhan?" Zhao Yan stopped chewing, with a big mouthful of meat in his mouth: "What are you going to do?"
He Shu knew that Zhao Yan had lived there before, so he should also know something about the ethnic customs there.
He did not hide it and said that he had been to the Lisu village.
"Which village?"
"Over at Mucheng Village."
Zhao Yan frowned and scratched his head with his greasy hands: "Why did you go there? The Lisu people there never leave the mountains."
"I know that they are different from the Lisu people outside. I went there to help someone."
"The Lisu people in Mucheng are quite weird. Have you been cursed?"
Zhao Qishui hurriedly asked, "What if this is true?"
He Shu was somewhat speechless: "Brother, godfather, what era is this? Are you still casting curses? That's all lies."
"You can't help but believe it, son. Think carefully about what they are saying over there. I can see that your brother doesn't look happy either."
Zhao Yan shook his head: "I haven't been there, how would I know? But He Shu, don't disbelieve me. Siamese people also cast spells. Those big bosses overseas spend a lot of money to raise little ghosts. How can they be fooled when they are so rich? There must be a reason."
"The ethnic minorities in Mucheng are mysterious and secretive. It's not impossible that they have some way to harm people."
Zhao Qishui agreed with it deeply. Looking at He Shu, he was thinking whether he should go back and find a Taoist priest to see He Shu.
He Shu still didn't believe them when he saw them like this. If anything happened, it was probably because of the hypnosis he did on Ma Anqi last time.
Hypnosis can be explained by science, but He Shu, a science student, cannot understand ghosts and gods at all.
"Okay, stop talking about me. Brother Zhao Yan, how are you doing with your studies recently? Have you finished reading the books I brought last time?"
Zhao Yan laughed embarrassedly: "I feel like I can't get into it. I'm not cut out for studying."
"What's so difficult about reading? I brought you a few books this time. You should study hard." Because He Shu loves to study, Zhao Qishui instinctively thinks that Zhao Yan just didn't have the opportunity before, not that he didn't want to study.
"I really can't get into it. Give me a different picture next time."
Zhao Qishui wanted to persuade him again. After all, his son had learned a lot and knew a lot. Maybe he could really design something to help reduce his sentence in the future.
But He Shu shook his head at his godfather, signaling him not to push Zhao Yan too hard.
For those who don't like to study, forcing them will only cause them to rebellious.
He knows very well that studying is mainly up to oneself.
"Okay, next time, my godfather and I will find you some art books. It would be good for you to learn painting. After all, you have this talent."
Zhao Yan thought this was good enough, and happily started eating and drinking again, then picked up a cigarette.
After the meeting, Zhao Yan returned to the cell with satisfaction, and told He Shu not to take it lightly and to find someone who knew the situation as soon as possible.
Because of Zhao Yan's words, Zhao Qishui also took it to heart. The more he observed, the more he felt that there was a dark blue color under He Shu's eyes, as if he had really been hit by something.
Following He Shu to the compound, Zhao Qishui planned to stay there for one night and then take He Shu home to celebrate the New Year tomorrow.
Zhu Yu prepared a sumptuous meal early on. When it was time for dinner, Qi Zhijun and Qi Xue also came back. The family gathered together and had a lively dinner.
But after dinner, Qi Zhijun heard that He Shu was going back to Danhe tomorrow and felt a little dissatisfied.
"I'm going to take He Shu to meet a friend tomorrow. After that, I'll take him back to Dan River."
He Shu asked his uncle curiously: "Uncle, who are we going to see?"
"You'll find out tomorrow."
Seeing this, Zhao Qishui couldn't insist and could only go back tomorrow.
He wanted to sleep with He Shu at night, but Qi Zhijun stopped him: "I will sleep with He Shu at night."
He Shu was a little confused. What happened to his uncle?
Zhao Qishui also felt that Qi Zhijun seemed to be targeting him, and he couldn't help but think a lot in his heart, is it because he comes here too often and annoys others?
The next day, before He Shu got up, Qi Zhijun sent Zhao Qishui to the airport.
On the way, Zhao Qishui told Qi Zhijun about his concerns and asked him if there was nothing he knew in Dadu, he would go back and find someone to see He Shu.
In the countryside, there are still many spirit mediums and shamans performing magic exercises.
Although Zhao Qishui misunderstood that Qi Zhijun was targeting him, for the sake of He Shu, he still humbly persuaded Qi Zhijun to agree to let him find someone to look after the child.
Qi Zhijun was driving with a frown on his face.
"Brother Zhao, He Shu must be possessed by evil spirits. Have you ever heard of hypnosis?"
"Hypnosis?"
"Yes, He Shu had hypnosis once before, and then he had nightmares every night. He has a psychological problem. I plan to take him to see a psychiatrist today."
So that's how it is. Although it wasn't some evil ghost or curse, Zhao Qishui didn't feel relieved at all.
"So you didn't let me live with He Shu last night because he had a nightmare?"
Qi Zhijun turned his head and glanced at Zhao Qishui: "Why else could it be?"
Zhao Qishui chuckled twice, feeling that he had been using a mean heart to judge a noble man, because his uncle He Shu was not that kind of person.
"Do you think I am willing to sleep with him? You guys treat him like a treasure." Qi Zhijun continued to be stubborn, making Zhao Qishui feel embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I've found a famous psychologist in the country, and he will definitely be able to treat it well."
