Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 204 203 Feng Xiuhu's Death Notice
Time passed quickly while I was thinking, and it was dark in the blink of an eye.

Lingzhi came running to the door and knocked: "Brother Shunzi, wake up quickly. The kitchen asked me to ask if the master will be back today."

Shunzi sat up, and before he even opened his eyes, he mumbled back, "Big brother is having a feast at the Duke's house. I heard that noble banquets are always held all night long. If he hasn't come back yet, he must be staying there to eat."

"Then I'll go ask the kitchen to cook."

After Lingzhi finished speaking, he ran away.

Shunzi yawned and muttered to himself in a daze: "What's this about not daring to take the responsibility? It's hard to explain, and it disturbs my sleep..."

“Hmm—ah! Huh…”

He stretched again and finally woke up a little.

Shunzi rubbed his eyes and was about to get out of bed, but met Feng Xiuhu's gaze.

"Mom!"

The sudden appearance of the figure scared Shunzi, and he almost kicked Feng Xiuhu out.

"Shh!"

Feng Xiuhu raised his finger to signal for silence.

Shunzi understood immediately and quickly got out of bed and locked the door.

He walked back and lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, what's going on?"

Feng Xiuhu told him to be patient: "Don't be impatient, listen to me."

Shunzi nodded vigorously: "Brother, you say."

Feng Xiuhu said, "I am already dead."

puff.

Shunzi collapsed to the ground, grabbing Feng Xiuhu's trouser legs and about to burst into tears: "Brother—are you coming home to see me for the last time!?"

Feng Xiuhu grabbed the socks at the foot of the bed and quickly stuffed them into Shunzi's mouth, at least stopping his crying in time.

"Pooh!"

Shunzi spat it out, his eyes wide open and his whole body trembling: "Who did it? Big brother, tell me, I will avenge you!"

Feng Xiuhu picked up the socks and stuffed them back in: "I'm still here, damn!"

Shunzi was stunned and quickly grabbed Feng Xiuhu's thigh - it was still warm.

He pulled off his socks and burst into laughter: "Brother, you scared me again."

"I'm not trying to scare you."

Feng Xiuhu said with a straight face, "Everyone outside thinks I'm dead, but I'm not. I guess it won't be long before the church's obituary arrives at my house."

Shunzi scratched the back of his head, confused for a moment, then smiled again: "At least Big Brother is okay."

Feng Xiuhu pulled him to sit next to him: "Something happened."

"The fact that I'm still alive cannot be revealed, so when you get the news, you have to pretend that I'm really dead."

Shunzi suddenly became nervous: "Huh? I'm not an actor in the troupe, how can I pretend to be one?"

Feng Xiuhu was so angry that he slapped Shunzi on the head: "Even if you don't want to act like it, you have to act like you were crying for your parents just now!"

Shunzi didn't dare to refuse, and replied hesitantly: "Well, then I'll give it a try."

Feng Xiuhu warned again: "Remember, don't tell anyone."

Shunzi asked, "Can't you talk about Narcissus and Ganoderma Lucidum?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "No."

Shunzi thought for a moment and then asked, "What about the thin waist?"

Feng Xiuhu continued to shake his head: "No."

Shunzi felt anxious - he was acting alone in this play and was worried that he could not shoulder the responsibility, so he urgently needed someone to share the pressure with him.

He once again had a candidate: "What about Er Mazi? He's the smartest!"

Feng Xiuhu still shook his head: "I still can't."

Shunzi bit his nails for a while, then his eyes lit up: "Mike! Mike, is it okay?"

Feng Xiuhu was about to shake his head when he was suddenly stunned: "He... seems to be really capable." Shunzi was immediately happy. He patted his chest and smiled and said, "That's good. I'll tell him secretly tomorrow."

Before he finished speaking, Lingzhi came back and knocked on the door: "Brother Shunzi, come out to greet the guests, Master Mike is here!"

The two people beside the bed looked at each other - it seemed there was no need to wait until tomorrow.

……

In the main hall, Mike sat at the table with a serious expression.

The butler was on behalf of the receptionist, and Narcissus was adding tea for Mike.

Noticing Mike's heavy expression, the butler thought he felt neglected, so he smiled and explained.

"Deacon Mike, please wait a moment. Since the master is not at home at the moment, it is unavoidable that this would be impolite. However, I have sent a maid to invite the second master, and he will be here shortly. Deacon Mike, please have some tea to moisten your throat first."

Mike was in no mood to respond, so he just waved his hand.

The housekeeper misunderstood. Could Mike not know that Feng Xiuhu was not there?
Not only did he know, he also knew that Feng Xiuhu had already settled down at the foot of Tianya.

Ren Mike was well-informed, but not so well-informed that he received the gossip right after Feng Xiuhu died.

It was actually Konate Chen who told him this.

To be precise, Toverson Zhao asked Konate Chen to notify Feng Xiuhu's family, and then Konate Chen sent the deacon of the cathedral to be responsible for the notification. The deacon of the cathedral knew that Mike and Feng Xiuhu were close, so he came to the factory area church and gave the task to Mike.

On the way here, Mike had mixed feelings.

Relief, melancholy, worry, tension.

He felt relieved because Feng Xiuhu was no longer around, and his life would no longer have to be so exciting.

He felt melancholy because he had a close friendship with Feng Xiuhu. Apart from the initial dispute, Feng Xiuhu was also very loyal to him. Now that this man was gone suddenly, he couldn't help but feel regretful.

The worry comes from Mike being confused about his unknown future situation. Feng Xiuhu has made too many enemies, and he and Feng Xiuhu are too close. It is hard to say whether he will be ostracized and targeted in the future.

The tension was even more of an imminent concern - he didn't know how to explain this to Shunzi.

"Ugh……"

Thinking of his worries, Mike couldn't help but sigh.

"What are you sighing for?"

Shunzi's voice suddenly sounded, and Mike's nerves tensed.

Shunzi sat down across from Mike and asked with a straight face, "My eldest brother is having a feast in the upper city and hasn't come back yet. What can I do for you?"

Mike forced a smile and said, "Brother Shunzi, there is something I want to tell you."

The butler stood behind Shunzi and resumed his transparent posture of looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

Narcissus came to Shunzi and poured tea for him.

Shunzi's expression remained unchanged: "Then go ahead and talk. I'm listening."

Mike opened his mouth, his lips trembling slightly, wanting to speak, but his throat felt dry and he couldn't utter a word.

Shunzi was still waiting with an expressionless face, but Mike's strange behavior attracted the attention of Narcissus and the housekeeper, and they all looked over at him.

Mike licked his lips, picked up the teacup in front of him, and drank it in one gulp without caring that the water was still hot.

The scalding hot tea slid down Mike's throat, scalding his eyes so much that tears welled up in his eyes.

He swallowed hard, stared at Shunzi intently, gritted his teeth and forced the words out: "Father Feng, he had an accident... died."

The butler's body trembled, his eyes filled with horror.

Bang!

Narcissus's face turned pale, and she lost her grip on the teapot, causing it to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.

Shunzi still had a stern face.

Mike mistakenly thought Shunzi had lost his soul and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Shunzi, you..."

A barely audible curse came from Shunzi, as if he had pushed his voice to the limit: "What are you standing there for? Why don't you just cry?"

PS: You know what, Shunzi is really not cut out for acting.

(End of this chapter)