Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

With the short-haired androgynous girl on TV winning the national championship, the "Super Girl" competition, which caused a sensation across the country at the beginning of this year, has finally come to an end.

The living room of the villa was dimly lit.

Yan Sen pulled himself out of the sofa with some difficulty, glanced at Feng Baobao who was still showing off the watermelon, and sighed. She was eating so much cold watermelon, wasn't she afraid of getting diarrhea?

"Alright, stop gnawing on it. If you keep gnawing, you'll scrape that green skin off." Yan Sen pointed to the clock on the wall. "You should probably head back now. It's almost ten o'clock. I'm still so young. If word gets out that we're a lone man and woman, it won't be good for my reputation."

Feng Baobao reluctantly put down the watermelon rind, looked up, and said with a somewhat blank look in her eyes, "Oh, then I'll be going."

She stood up, barefoot, her feet stomping loudly on the floor.

As she reached the door, the woman suddenly stopped, as if she had remembered something important.

She glanced furtively around, even though there was no one else in the house besides Yan Sen and herself. Then, with swift and practiced movements, she crouched down and slipped into the open kitchen.

"Click".

The refrigerator door was opened, and cold air rushed out.

Feng Baobao's wicked little hands reached precisely into the fruit and vegetable shelf. There lay six red dragon fruits, imported goods specially delivered by the property manager, each one twice the size of a hand grenade.

She first grabbed one and casually stuffed it into the pocket of her oversized work pants. It was a big, bulging lump that looked extremely out of place.

Then she grabbed a second one.

This time, instead of hiding it, she simply tore open a small opening with her bare hands, peeling off a piece of the skin like peeling a banana, revealing the purplish-red flesh inside.

"Awoo."

Feng Baobao opened her mouth wide, took a bite, and juice splashed everywhere.

His cheeks puffed up instantly, and his mouth was covered in red juice, making him look somewhat comical.

"Wood, I'm leaving now." Feng Baobao mumbled a greeting as she chewed and walked towards the door.

Yan Sen leaned against the door frame, watching this scene, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Is this girl really stupid or just pretending?

You could say she's stupid, but she knew it was good stuff, and she even knew to take some with her.

If you say she's clever, what normal person would steal things in front of the owner, making it so blatant?

"Be careful of people on the street," Yan Sen advised helplessly. "It's the middle of the night, and if you run out with your mouth full of blood, you might scare the elderly folks taking a stroll in the neighborhood."

"Mmm... I know, I know." Feng Baobao nodded vigorously, and purplish-red juice dripped down her chin onto the floor.

Then, she pushed open the door, her figure swaying as she dodged the streetlights in the neighborhood. She was as nimble as a cat, disappearing into the thick darkness in a few moments.

Only after confirming that the figure had completely disappeared did Yan Sen close the heavy solid wood door, lock it, and hang the security chain.

The world is finally quiet.

He walked back to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.

The TV was showing the melodramatic South Korean drama "Love Needs a Miracle" on its prime-time slot, but Yan Sen's pupils were somewhat unfocused as he stared at the screen.

For him, the amount of information he received tonight was simply overwhelming.

1944 years.

This year was like a red-hot branding iron, imprinted firmly on Yan Sen's mind.

If Feng Baobao didn't lie—of course, given her brain circuitry, she probably didn't even have the skill to lie—then her earliest memory point would be 1944.

Let's do some calculations.

Yan Qi met Wu Gensheng in 1943, when he was a teenager.

Wugensheng's surname is Feng.

Feng Baobao also has the surname Feng.

But the timing doesn't match!

However, Yan Sen was certain that his great-grandfather Yan Hong and grandfather Yan Qi had some kind of close connection with Wu Gengsheng.

The man who went to the deep mountains specifically to see Feng Baobao, whose Qi smelled very similar to his own.

Could it be Grandpa Yan Qi?

If so, why did Grandpa go to see her? And why did he guide her down the mountain?

Most importantly... does Yan Que, the unreliable father of the Yan family's previous lineage, even know about all this messy and messy stuff?

"It is better to know a son than a father, and to know a father better than a son."

Yan Sen stroked his chin, a sly glint in his eyes.

Old Deng usually seems unreliable and never speaks the truth, but some of his instinctive reactions can't be faked.

Whether someone is feigning ignorance or not, a little bluffing will tell.

Yan Sen took out his phone and skillfully dialed Yan Que's number.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"What? That little brat is up in the middle of the night, disturbing my peaceful sleep!"

Yan Que's extremely impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, but the background noise was chaotic, with the clatter of mahjong tiles, shouts from people, and even someone shouting "Gang!"

"Heh, a dream?" Yan Sen sneered. "Father, you're having quite a lively dream, aren't you? You even need background music, huh? Judging from the noise, you've lost quite a bit in your dream, haven't you?"

"Hiss—Damn it! You little brat! Can't you talk properly!" Yan Que's voice instantly rose eight octaves, sounding somewhat exasperated. "I'm conducting in-depth social research! What do you know! Spit it out if you have anything to say, or get lost. If I win this hand, it'll be a big deal worth over three hundred yuan!"

"It's nothing serious." Yan Sen shifted into a more comfortable position, lying down casually. "I just wanted to ask you about something."

"What's up? If you're asking about those big shots, your dad doesn't know anything about it. Let me tell you first."

"I'm not asking about important figures," Yan Sen said, staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, emphasizing each word. "What I want to ask about is... my grandfather."

The noise on the other end of the phone continued, but Yan Que suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Although it was only a brief second, for Yan Sen, whose five senses were extremely sharp, that one second of pause was more jarring than a thousand explanations.

Immediately afterward, Yan Que's voice rang out again, his tone carrying just the right amount of doubt: "Your grandfather? What happened to your grandfather? Ever since your grandmother gave birth to me, your grandfather basically stayed home farming, taking me traveling the world, and then, once I was independent enough, he retired to go find your grandmother. He never did anything earth-shattering before he died. He was just a nobody in the supernatural community, what's there to ask about?"

"I'm not talking about what happened after you were born," Yan Sen narrowed his eyes. "I'm talking about before that, when he was young."

"When he was young?" Yan Que's voice rose slightly, seemingly amused by the question. "Son, did you go to the Northeast and lose your brain there? Your grandfather wasn't even born yet when he was young! How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Besides, you know our lineage of geomancers doesn't have the 'inner vision' of sorcerers. You expect me to force you to do a calculation?"

Yan Que's tone was very natural, and he had his usual carefree attitude perfectly under control.

But Yan Sen knows him too well.

When this old man lies, he speaks a little faster than usual, and he subconsciously uses rhetorical questions to cover up his guilty conscience.

but......

Yan Sen carefully discerned the breathing sounds and tone fluctuations coming from the other end of the phone.

Although Yan Que was avoiding the question, his "I don't know" attitude seemed... to be genuine?

This is very interesting.

"You really don't know?" Yan Sen pressed on, unwilling to give up.

"Nonsense, I honestly don't know. If you're interested, you can look it up yourself." Yan Que seemed to be lighting a cigarette on the other end of the phone, his inhalation clearly audible. "Anyway, I don't know anything. If you find out any earth-shattering secrets, like your grandfather is actually some big shot's illegitimate son, or that he's buried a mountain of gold and silver somewhere, remember to come back and share it with me."

"Hey! Nijo! I want some!"

Yan Que suddenly shouted, clearly indicating that his attention had returned to the card table.

Just then, Zhuge Ning's gentle yet murderous voice came through the phone.

"Yan Que! Give me the phone!"

Then came a burst of noise as people tried to snatch the phone.

"Hey! Honey! Be gentle! This is my only phone! Don't break it!"

Zhuge Ning answered the phone, her tone instantly becoming gentle and tender: "Hey? Son, it's okay, don't mind your idiot father. If you really want to know about your grandfather, Mom will help you look through the old family records later, or ask your maternal grandfather if he has any clues."

「你放心儿子，他敢跟你耍心眼，妈回去就揍他。把你爸那爱打麻将，爱抽菸喝酒，就是不爱回家的手和腿都敲折了给你助助兴！」

A weak protest came through the phone: "Wife...that's too cruel...I didn't say anything..."

Yan Sen laughed.

This is called "one thing subdues another".

"Okay, Mom. You're the best, your son loves you the most. Just do what you think is best," Yan Sen replied with a smile.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Yan Sen stared at the blacked-out phone screen, the smile on his lips gradually fading.

It seems we won't get any useful information out of Dad.

This old man probably only knows the basics, or he's simply been too well protected by Yan Qi, making him a complete outsider.

The trail went cold again.

That night, Yan Sen lay on the expensive leather sofa, tossing and turning.

Damn it, I'm having insomnia again.

I've got panda eyes again.

……

The next morning.

"Knock knock knock".

A knock sounded on the door, neither too loud nor too soft.

Yan Sen, with messy hair and wearing baggy shorts, opened the door with a resentful look on his face.

Two familiar figures stood outside the door.

Feng Baobao was carrying two plastic bags filled with steaming hot breakfasts. Xu Si stood next to her, holding his own portion and half a fried dough stick that he hadn't finished eating.

"Wow, Brother Sen is cosplaying a national treasure!"

Xu Siyi immediately chuckled when he saw Yan Sen's dark circles, which resembled smoky makeup. His usual smugness returned. "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night? Were you missing me?"

Yan Sen ignored him, only glancing at him with a look that suggested he was looking at a dead man.

"Here's some wood."

Feng Baobao handed over the breakfast bag in her hand, her eyes clear: "Jianbing Guozi (Chinese savory crepe)."

This is the authentic Tianjin-style Jianbing Guozi without shredded potatoes, chicken strips, or ham sausage.

There's also the old tofu topped with garlic sauce and chili oil, with red oil floating on top, which looks very appetizing.

Yan Sen accepted the breakfast, his expression softening slightly. He gave Feng Baobao a relatively gentle smile and said, "Thank you, Sister Bao'er."

Then she turned her head, her expression instantly changing, and glared at Xu Si with annoyance: "Tsk, you dare to come again? Aren't you afraid I'll beat you up? I haven't settled the score with you for scheming against me yesterday."

"Hey!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Si immediately bowed deeply, rubbing his hands together, and plastered an extremely exaggerated, fawning smile on his face. "Brother's here to apologize! Yesterday was my fault, I'm not human! I was bewitched!"

As he spoke, Xu Si bent his knees, as if to kneel down on the ground.

"How about... I kneel down for you too? To express the overwhelming remorse in my heart?"

"Hmm~"

Yan Sen raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall in the room.

He neither stopped him nor dodged him, but looked at Xu Si with an extremely amused gaze, his expression clearly saying: Kneel down, kneel down, let's see if you can kneel down.

The air froze for two seconds.

Xu Si's knees were bent at an extremely awkward angle, about ten centimeters off the ground.

He looked at Yan Sen's "please begin your performance" expression, and his face twitched twice.

"Hey, I knew it!"

Xu Si suddenly straightened up, his back ramrod straight, and stood up like a spring. He patted off non-existent dust from his knees, his face full of righteous indignation.

"We're like family! Are you that petty? Do you think I'd really kneel down for you? Of course not!"

Xu Si naturally found a way to save face, then casually picked up the breakfast bag from the ground and swaggered into the house.

"Make way, make way, this tofu won't taste good if it gets cold."

Yan Sen rolled his eyes and stepped aside to let him in.

Getting angry at such a stubborn person is just making things difficult for yourself.

The three of them went inside.

Yan Sen went into the kitchen, found a large bowl, and put the plastic bag containing the firm tofu directly into the bowl.

Then he sat down at the coffee table in front of the sofa, picked up a spoon, and started slurping his food.

The piping hot tofu slid down my throat and into my stomach, the spiciness of garlic and chili instantly dispelling the weariness of a sleepless night.

Feng Baobao, familiar with the routine, took off her shoes and sat cross-legged next to Yan Sen.

She picked up the remote, skillfully turned on the TV, and tuned to the morning news channel.

"The following is a brief news item..."

The sounds from the television became the best background noise.

Xu Si stood in the center of the living room, looking at the two people in front of him who seemed to be getting along very well, when suddenly he felt a desolate wind blowing from behind him.

He looked at Yan Sen, then at Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao was changing channels with the remote control when she suddenly felt Xu Si's gaze. She turned her head, her big eyes blinking, looking puzzled.

She waved to Xu Si, pointed to the empty seat next to her, her eyes filled with confusion:

Hey kid, what are you standing there for? Come sit down.

Xu Si's lips twitched slightly. He silently walked over and sat down on the small stool at the very edge.

Familiar formula, familiar taste.

He felt isolated once again in this small group of three.