Who is my upstairs

Chapter 50 The Origin of the Clay Pot

After a pause, Li Shaohuang continued, "You don't have to be afraid. Since it's the grievances in the pot, I'll find someone to find a way to save the pot and see if there is any way to make the grievance on the pot disappear. If your resentment goes away, the nightmares you have every night will stop."

Of course she knew what the nightmare stopped meant to Yang Xiaofan.

However, if the resentment on the clay pot disappears and the ghost screaming door continues, then the clues to trace the ghost screaming door will be broken.It is even more impossible for her to see her benefactor Fu Yufang in a dream through dreaming.

She thought, even if she encountered an unprecedented horror in her dream, as long as Fu Yufang was in her dream, it wouldn't be a nightmare.

"Actually, it is only our speculation that the earthen pot traps the soul of the doorman who was called by ghosts..." Yang Xiaofan looked at Li Shaohuang hesitantly, her eyes were full of uncertainty, she whispered, "Should we, Investigate the origin of the clay pot before taking action?"

"Well, how about I take the jar to my uncle in the United States and let him appraise it? My uncle inherited more things from my grandfather than my uncle, and he can be regarded as half of my teacher. Although he is in the United States , the understanding of ancient utensils is comparable to that of an expert. He is now studying the similarities and fusions between Tibetan culture and Mayan culture, so he stayed in America. In the past, he also had unique research on the culture of the Shang and Zhou dynasties and insights."

In fact, Li Shaohuang was not too sure about the weird idea that clay pots could contain living souls, it was just a temporary speculation.

After being reminded by Yang Xiaofan, he also felt that it would be more appropriate to find out the origin of the clay pot first, so he proposed to let his uncle who is far away in the United States take a look at this mysterious pot first.

By the way, why did his grandfather put such a jar in the house.

When Yang Xiaofan heard Li Shaohuang mention such an uncle in the United States, he felt a little curious that an old man would actually move to America to study the relationship between Mayan civilization and Tibetan culture.

The distance between America and Tibet is more than [-] miles. Can these two places be related?

"Is there any connection between Mayan culture and Tibetan culture?" Yang Xiaofan asked curiously.

Li Shaohuang smiled, looking at the morning light, his whole body was as warm as the rising sun, "Uncle, he used to work in the archaeological team, and accidentally discovered that the Mayan totems in the United States are very similar to the totems in the Tibetan culture, so I came here Jump in and stay on the other side of the ocean."

Yang Xiaofan suddenly discovered that archaeological exploration has a magical power that attracts people to explore.Just like Li Shaohuang's uncle, in order to study the archaeological discoveries he was interested in, he resolutely left his motherland and went to the other side of the ocean to seek the truth of history.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Xiaofan hurriedly put on his apron and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

She is different from Li Shaohuang, she is not satisfied with eating bread in the morning and a steak in the evening.She is a traditional Chinese and is also used to Chinese breakfast.

After washing the rice, there was no time to soak it, so I turned on the rice cooker and cooked it.

Li Shaohuang followed into the kitchen, leaning against the door of the refrigerator with his slender body, staring at Yang Xiaofan cooking.

When Yang Xiaofan cooks, his movements are very neat, his knife skills are excellent, and the cut dishes are all similar in size, just by looking at it with the naked eye, it is impossible to know how well Yang Xiaofan has mastered the heat.

I just feel that Yang Xiaofan made a few side dishes in just a blink of an eye.

Li Shaohuang looked a little greedy, and secretly stole a shredded cucumber from the bowl on the table and put it in his mouth. The hot and sour taste was exactly what he liked.

"You're good at cooking, Xiaofan." Li Shaohuang praised.

Yang Xiaofan was embarrassed by the praise, and while serving porridge, he whispered: "Actually, it's just an ordinary home-cooked dish, nothing special."

"Xiaofan, I'll take you to work later, eh?" Li Shaohuang sniffed the aroma of porridge filling his nose, and suddenly felt inexplicably moved. He hadn't had a Chinese breakfast for about five or six years.

In fact, he is not used to life in the West at all.

He still loves the millet porridge and delicate side dishes of his hometown even more.

Yang Xiaofan felt a little uncomfortable with Li Shaohuang's sudden courteousness to send her to work. She smiled and reflexively refused, "No, it's also convenient for me to take the bus. Thank you."

Two small bowls of gruel were brought to the table by Yang Xiaofan, Li Shaohuang took a spoon, and put a spoonful into his mouth regardless of the boiling hot porridge just out of the pot.

It was smooth and delicious, he never imagined that white porridge could taste so delicious.

I don't know if it's because he's hungry, or because Yang Xiaofan's cooking skills are too good, he picked up side dishes, served the porridge, and ate the whole bowl in one sitting.

"If you won't let me take you to work, then I'll be bored at home alone." Li Shaohuang tapped the side of the bowl lightly with his chopsticks, looking displeased.

Knocking the side of a bowl with chopsticks is actually a big taboo for those who know how to do it. It is said that knocking an empty bowl with chopsticks on the side of the road will attract starving ghosts to take their lives.

I remember one time when I was a child, Yang Xiaofan was ignorant, and when she was sitting and waiting for dinner, she was bored and knocked with chopsticks, and her mother Zhuo Acai slapped her when she came up, she still remembers it to this day.

Yang Xiaofan didn't immediately stop Li Shaohuang's actions, but felt angry and funny. When he saw Li Shaohuang for the first time, he thought he was a steady and sunny boy, but he didn't expect that Li Shaohuang would act like a baby.

Although we didn't get along with him for a long time, Yang Xiaofan already regarded him as a very good friend. Yang Xiaofan deliberately said angrily: "You don't say there is a problem with the Feng Shui pattern in the house, just stay at home and change the Feng Shui pattern."

"Look, it's raining so much, I really don't trust you to go to work alone. I heard that every time it rains on the road here, there will be a paper man holding an umbrella, specially to seduce people's souls. At this time Well, the bus usually has an accident on the way, and then the target that the paper man is staring at has to get off and walk..."

Li Shaohuang deliberately lowered his voice, trying to seduce and intimidate Yang Xiaofan.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaofan's face turned pale in an instant, she felt her limbs were completely cold, paper figurines... paper figurines... are things that captivate people's souls.

That day, she almost...

"Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you? I shouldn't have scared you, Xiao Fan!!"

Seeing Yang Xiaofan's trembling body, Li Shaohuang knew she must be cold, so he stretched out his arms to hug Yang Xiaofan.

The moment Li Shaohuang hugged her, the chill all over his body disappeared like alcohol evaporated.

Yang Xiaofan knew that she was at least three or five years older than Li Shaohuang, and she only regarded Li Shaohuang as her younger brother, but when Li Shaohuang hugged her again, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, she pushed Li Shaohuang away nervously.

This man seemed to break into her gray life suddenly. The anger in his pure yang physique seemed to be able to dissolve the yin energy in her body, making her less afraid.He is like a good medicine for her, as long as he gets close to him, he can block all evil spirits that want to get close to them.

Li Shaohuang rubbed his nose and said, "Xiaofan, you are pure yin, and your physique is colder than ordinary people, so try to restrain the fear in your heart. Otherwise, the more you are afraid, the heavier the yin in your body, the easier it is to provoke that kind of thing .” Yang Xiaofan didn’t seem to hear Li Shaohuang’s words, and fell into deep thought.

Li Shaohuang called Yang Xiaofan a few times, "Xiaofan, Xiaofan... are you listening to me?"

"Shaohuang, you can call me Sister Xiaofan, after all I am so much older than you..." After Yang Xiaofan came to his senses, he looked at Li Shaohuang's delicate and fair face, bit his lip and whispered.

Li Shaohuang didn't want to call Sister Yang Xiaofan, because it would make him appear a generation younger, but looking at Yang Xiaofan's slightly cold gaze, he retracted his thoughts, and said with a gentle smile: "I'm just afraid to call you Sister Xiaofan, put You are getting old. Come on, Miss Xiaofan, I will drive you to work."

(End of this chapter)