Volume 6: Summer Chapter 23 Digging
Using the excuse of resting after slaying demons and monsters, Jiang You rested comfortably for two days. During this time, he met Chen Nan to watch a movie and go shopping, caught up on many novels, and had a meal at Xu's house. While playing chess in Xu's study, he saw Xu Jiaqi, who had lost a lot of weight. After asking her for some advice, he reflected deeply and decided to lose weight from tomorrow and resolutely not be lazy. He would run ten kilometers a day even if it rained knives from the sky before he lost 75 kilograms.
Having made up his mind, he felt at ease.
I returned to the insect house and checked the food delivery app. I ordered milk and lychee smoothie and frozen coconut juice. I saw a new shop selling beggar's chicken. The red envelope was very big, so I ordered a whole chicken and a portion of peanuts.
Soon, the takeaway was delivered.
Sitting on a recliner, the evening breeze was blowing.
Jiang You listened to the sounds on the street for a while, then he turned his head and saw the pomegranate flowers in full bloom. The moonlight flowed through the gaps between the petals, like water and wine.
Jiang You tore open the tin foil wrapping the chicken, and a burst of hot air with fragrance rushed out.
There was no mud or lotus leaves. He tore off the chicken leg with some disappointment and took a bite. The meat was very tender and the saltiness was just right. After finishing one chicken leg and drinking a sip of coconut water to get rid of the greasiness, when his claws reached for another chicken leg, Zhao jumped off the flower bed, walked to his feet, and looked up at him.
"I remember that cats can't eat oil or salt. They will get stones or something. They can't urinate. They have to be shaved and lie on the operating table."
Zhaocai took another step towards him.
"You're not afraid of that," Jiang You tore off a piece of chicken breast and threw it to it, "Just one piece."
Grab a peanut, throw it up, tilt your head back and open your mouth to catch it.
A gust of wind blew, and the leaves rustled.
The gate to the yard suddenly opened.
Jiang You looked at the girl who was about to knock on the door and said, "You're here."
The girl stood in the moonlight, wearing a white off-shoulder dress, her hair fluttering gently in the wind.
She walked on the bluestone slabs.
The hem of her skirt swayed with her steps, revealing her slender white ankles from time to time.
She walked to stand in front of Jiang You, her eyes swept over Zhaocai, and then looked at the pomegranate tree behind the swing, "The pomegranate flowers are blooming."
"It's so nice to enjoy the moon and flowers," Jiang You put the lunch box on the coffee table, took a tissue, wiped his greasy hands and stood up, "Have you had dinner?"
"have eaten."
"Then sit for a while. I'll bring another chair over." He pointed to the unopened bottle of lychee milk ice on the coffee table. "Drink this. It's lychee-flavored and sweet and delicious."
Tang Butian watched Jiang You walk into the store. She picked up the milk tea cup, found the straw, tore open the packaging and poked it into the cup.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of an easel by the pond and walked over.
A painting composed of black and shades of red.
The silhouettes of the pomegranate tree's petals and leaves falling to the ground also trembled in the wind.
The red in her pupils was magnified and blurred. She seemed to see huge rocks breaking apart, and hot magma bursting through the black smoke and spraying down...
"A few days ago, one of my tenants got into trouble. His grandfather was a Taoist priest from Huoju, and he must have been quite powerful. He returned to Tangjiang with his grandfather's relic, a ruler, and the demon sealed inside escaped."
The illusion suddenly disappeared, she turned around and saw Jiang You dragging out a recliner.
Jiang You glanced at her and said, "Fortunately, I was alert and noticed something was wrong. I quickly went to check the house. If the demon had really possessed me, it would have been a big trouble."
Tang Butian took a sip of the smoothie.
Very cold.
Very sweet.
She asked, "Is this your tenant again?"
Jiang You put the recliner in place. "That's right, really. Even though this is a supernatural novel, you can't just focus on my tenants, right?"
"Is it resolved?"
"I found Taoist Qingyang and got his contact information from Sun Yu. He's a nice guy and came to my shop specially," Jiang You lay down and told Tang Butian about the process of subduing demons on Saturday afternoon. Finally, he concluded: "Fortunately, Zhao Cai is here, otherwise we would have to ask for help. I'd like to trouble Master Hong Zhen to join in the fun."
Tang Butian also sat down. She said, "You can solve it if you take action."
"Master Qingyang has come all the way here, so he should have a sense of accomplishment. Guan Nuo will most likely take over the special operations department in the future, so it would be good for him to have some actual combat experience."
"Then you have good intentions."
Jiang You said modestly: "It's OK, it's OK."
He saw Tang Butian reaching out and handing him a fist-sized glass ball. He took it and looked at the moon. He was a little surprised, "Little demon? Did you catch it? For my son?"
"specialty."
"Do I have one?"
Tang Butian turned and looked at him.
"My tenant was the same. After he went back home, he sent me many words of thanks on WeChat and said that he bought some toys for my son and Zhaocai. They will probably be delivered tomorrow," Jiang You said with a smile. "Qingyang Taoist has helped the Special Operations Department so many times. Maybe this is the only time he received the money."
Jiang You picked up the food box again and handed it to Tang Butian, "Would you like to try it? This beggar's chicken looks just roasted, but the seasoning is good and it's edible. I'll find some gloves for you."
Jiang You took out the disposable gloves from the takeaway bag.
Tang Butian put on gloves, tore off the chicken leg on the other side, and took a bite.
Jiang You broke off a chicken wing and started eating it.
"That painting, by the pond," Tang Butian pursed her greasy lips, "It seemed to have pulled me into a fantasy just now."
Jiang You glanced in the direction of the easel, then stood up holding the lunch box, walked to the easel, and after looking at it for a while, he said, "This is a really good painting, isn't it?"
"What is it?"
"It was probably an explosion," he tore off a piece of chicken and bit into it, "It's a very old memory. He might have been too immersed in the painting, so the emotions in it affected you. This painting can be the treasure of the exhibition. I have to choose a better frame for it."
He turned around and walked back, lying down again, "I kind of miss that time."
"What was it like back then?" Tang Butian asked.
"Basically, he's in charge of fighting, and I'm in charge of chatting. We have a clear division of labor," Jiang You nodded and drank the last sip of coconut water. "When he fights, he's really fierce and doesn't care about the consequences. He's caused me a lot of trouble. In the painting, we could have acted like masters, and he could have shown off his skills and calmed the situation, and we could have gotten away and gone somewhere to hang out for a few days. But he insisted on turning it into a special effects action movie, with all the fighting and fighting, and as a result, a volcano erupted, burying a group of people. It took me a long time to dig him out. He was blown to pieces. It was tragic."
