Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 139 Don’t you have any relatives or friends?

The 26th day of the sixth lunar month, Saturday, is the day when the Rooster is in the west and the God of Heaven is in charge.

Ran Qing woke up very early today. In the morning sunshine, he squatted on the cement steps at the door with his head down, washing his hair.

The cheap shampoo produced foam with a strong fragrance when rubbed into water. Ran Qing, with foam all over her head, saw Mo Li's door open. The girl walked out of the room with a lazily stretch. Her slender waist stretched in the sunlight, and her fair and delicate skin had the texture of jade.

Ran Qing took one look and couldn't help but take another look.

Today's girls dress simply, not fancy, but in a way that shows off their figures. The close-fitting light blue short-sleeved shirt perfectly compliments the girl's slender curves, and as she stretches, the hem of the shirt rises slightly, revealing her flat stomach and playful belly button.

She wore a pair of ordinary plain white trousers with loose legs and obvious pleats, which was completely different from the tight-fitting upper body.

The tight top and loose bottom outfit is obviously not very eye-catching, but when worn by a young girl, it inexplicably attracts attention.

There is a kind of youthful vitality that is as bright as the rising sun and is extremely dazzling.

Compared to him, Ran Qing, a dull, uninteresting guy wearing a washed-out school uniform, is simply from a different world.

In the morning light, the girl looked at Ran Qing with a smile. Meeting Ran Qing's gaze, she turned her body gracefully and said, "How about it? Looks good, right? I have such a good figure that I look good even in a sack... hehe..." The girl began to brag about herself without blushing at all.

But her words were not an exaggeration.

The girl does have a great figure, but she usually wears nightgowns at home, which doesn't show off her figure at all.

This is the first time I see her wearing such slim-fitting clothes. I didn’t expect she is so pretty. I underestimated her before.

Ran Qing lowered his head, buried it in the basin full of water, and began to wash the foam off his head.

He said, "You're wearing such clean clothes. You'll get dirty after walking around the mountain for a few rounds."

The girl was indeed dressed beautifully, but her clothes were too clean and did not fit in with the dirty countryside at all.

Especially the white pants, Ran Qing had already foreseen that the trouser legs would be all dirty when he came back at night.

The girl walked aside and muttered, "Not really, is it? It's been sunny these past few days and it hasn't rained. If I pay attention then it won't get dirty."

Ran Qing buried his head and smiled without saying much.

He quickly washed his hair and went into the house to change his clothes.

He had just bought this set of clothes and wore it when he went out to catch ghosts.

Now, Ran Qing no longer wears school uniform whenever he goes out.

As a ghost walker, it is necessary to hide your identity appropriately.

However, compared with the girl's clean and beautiful clothes, Ran Qing's clothes, although also washed clean, looked gray and rustic.

But it is precisely this rusticity that has been integrated into the southwestern mountains.

Mo Li's motorcycle was driving on the loess road outside the city, and the harsh engine sound attracted everyone's attention.

It was still early and there weren't many cars on the road.

But both sides of the road were filled with people walking side by side in groups of three or four.

The bumpy loess road, which was originally only wide enough for two cars to pass, was crowded with a large number of people, and now only the middle part is passable.

On one side of the loess road is a steep and straight cliff. The mountain wind blows in from the canyon, blowing up the dust on the ground. Soon the girl's clean white pants are stained with a light loess color.

"Wow... so much mud."

The girl was a little crazy and collapsed.

Ran Qing smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll just stop the car and clean my pants later. It's just a little dust."

On the way to the Torch Festival, there were crowds of people along the way.

On the winding loess road among the steep mountains, the endless stream of people looks like a long dragon swimming in the mountains.

There were the shouts of children chasing each other in groups of two or three, the chattering of women in groups of two or three, and the occasional sound of young people riding motorcycles.

But without exception, Mo Li's motorcycle was definitely the most eye-catching thing on the road today. Everyone who saw it along the way, regardless of gender, age or status, was extremely curious about this noisy and piercing motorcycle, with its unique shape, and the two people and dog on it.

When Ran Qing and the others arrived at their destination, Mo Li didn't even dare to park his motorcycle on the side of the road.

"My car parked on the roadside, will it be damaged?" The girl looked around suspiciously. After the car stopped on the roadside, almost all the men and women around were looking at them.

The feeling of so many eyes on her made the outgoing and cheerful girl feel a little uncomfortable.

Ran Qing felt even more uncomfortable.

He looked at the worried girl and shook his head: "Letting you ride such a flashy bike..."

In the remote countryside, there is no one to maintain order.

In this barren mountainous area, there are both simple and hospitable villagers and brutal and vicious thugs.

If Mo Li's car was parked randomly like other motorcycles, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Looking around, Ran Qing said, "Wait here for a while. I'll go in and take a look. Don't run around."

After saying that, Ran Qing left alone.

He walked in the direction of the crowd and soon disappeared among them.

There is a flat depression in front, where people gather and many small stalls are set up.

A waterproof cloth is spread on the ground, and a bunch of cheap plastic toys and cigarette lighters are placed on it, which makes it a small stall.

Some people also set up old wooden tables with jelly and various seasonings piled on them, and an iron pan is set up next to them to heat oil and fry golden and crispy potatoes. They sell jelly and potatoes and their business is booming.

After Ran Qing disappeared in the crowd, twenty minutes passed before he came out again and said to the girl, "Please ride your bike over here."

He took the girl to the edge of a flat depression where there was a small stall selling sweaters.

The stall owners were a couple who looked honest and decent. Ran Qing greeted the male stall owner familiarly.

"Brother Hai, the motorcycle is parked here. Could you please help keep an eye on it?"

The male stall owner looked at Mo Li in surprise, then at Ran Qing.

Then he smiled and patted Ran Qing's shoulder and said, "Go and have fun, it's no problem to leave the car here."

In this way, Ran Qing took Mo Li and Xiao Mianhua into the crowded and lively market.

The girl glanced behind her curiously and asked, "Your relative?"

Ran Qing shook his head: "No, they used to live in the village. After they got married, they moved to the town. The couple learned the craft of knitting sweaters and specialized in selling them."

"They often drive out to attend events. Since the Torch Festival is so lively here, I guessed they would come too."

In addition to food and entertainment, there are many stalls selling fruits, clothes, and various goods in this depression, which is like a bustling market.

Ran Qing saw some familiar figures among them, and people would greet him from time to time.

In addition to high school classmates, there are even some junior high school classmates.

As well as several classmates who were in the village during elementary school and are no longer in school.

The Torch Festival was indeed lively, and the appearance of so many familiar faces made Ran Qing suspect that everyone from Quan Yuezhao had come.

But he was surprised to find that they had been wandering around inside for so long, but no one came to greet Mo Li.

Ran Qing couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't anyone come to see you? Don't you have any friends or relatives?"

Ran Qing's eyes were full of confusion.

The village where he had lived since childhood was far enough away from here, but there were still a few familiar faces who showed up.

Mo Li is also from Yuezhao, right? How come there isn't anyone he knows?

(End of this chapter)