Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"this……"

Tang Shaoyou frowned as he looked at the person in the painting.

"They look familiar, but I can't quite place them."

That's normal, after all, it happened more than a decade ago, so it's good enough if you have a vague memory of it.

Just then, Tang Yonghui put down his pen, suddenly stood up, and with a smile, put away the painting on the table, as if he was about to leave.

Shen Qingzhou suddenly made a move.

He put his hand on Tang Yonghui's shoulder and pressed him back into his seat.

Tang Yonghui, who had been ignoring everyone, suddenly turned around with a look of horror on his face, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Whoa~"

Shen Qingzhou leaned close to his ear and whispered a syllable.

Tang Yonghui, who was initially terrified, immediately froze, his eyes glazed over.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed dramatically, the most striking thing being the light coming through the window.

Just moments ago it was a bright and sunny noon, but in the blink of an eye it was late at night, the moonlight was dim, and the branches outside the window swayed in the wind like menacing demons.

Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou almost cried out in surprise, but they managed to hold it back.

Seeing that Shen Qingzhou put her finger to her lips to signal silence, the two dared not make a sound.

At this moment, Tang Yonghui, who had been pushed back into his seat, moved again.

His eyes regained their liveliness, and he listened intently to something.

The painting in front of him had disappeared, replaced by a collection of essays.

Suddenly, a faint noise came from outside.

Tang Yonghui immediately got up, crouched down, and tiptoed towards the door.

This time, Shen Qingzhou did not stop them, but followed slowly, and Jiang Haichao and the other two also quickly followed behind.

They cautiously stepped out of the room. The living room was pitch black, yet the view was unusually clear, allowing them to see everything clearly, which defied all common sense.

The interior furnishings remain the same as they were more than a decade ago.

He especially remembered the hat hanging on the corner of the chair.

It was given to Tang Shaoyou when the cultural center organized their first group outing for field research. He liked it very much and often wore it until he lost it on the bus one day.

At this moment, Tang Yonghui sneaked behind the door, pressed his face against it, and listened carefully outside.

Tang Shaoyou felt a chill run down his spine. He vaguely remembered this scene; it was the time when someone threw sewage and inanimate objects at his doorstep.

Just then, a foul-smelling liquid flowed into the room through the crack in the door.

Tang Yonghui flung open the door and rushed out.

Shen Qingzhou immediately followed, and Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou also hurriedly caught up.

The two old men were surprisingly agile at that moment.

But the moment they rushed out the door, it was as if they had broken through a barrier of darkness, and the outside was suddenly filled with bright light, the dazzling sunlight making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou instinctively raised their hands to cover themselves.

Tang Yonghui, who had just rushed out the door, vanished into thin air.

Instead, voices could be heard coming from downstairs.

"Jianguo, don't worry, I'll write to you when I get to university..."

"Study hard this year, and you'll be fine next year. I'll be waiting for you at university..."

"I'll take lots of photos and send them to you when I get to school..."

"You said it yourself, you had to write me a letter every month, no, every week..."

"Bring me a school badge when you come back from vacation. I heard your school's badge is really nice..."

……

Tang Yonghui was clearly shouting "Jianguo" (meaning "establishing the nation"), but the person speaking was a girl with a nice voice.

The three of them looked down from the balcony and saw a man and a woman standing under the ginkgo tree in the community below.

The man was Tang Yonghui, and the woman was the old woman with a ferocious face that Tang Yonghui had just drawn.

The third floor wasn't exactly close, but they could see and hear everything clearly, as if they were standing right next to the two of them.

"Is this old guy called Jianguo?" Shen Qingzhou turned to ask Tang Shaoyou.

Such a name, so characteristic of its time, seems particularly abrupt and strange when placed on an old woman.

Tang Shaoyou didn't speak immediately, but gestured with his eyes.

"Speak, just keep your voice down," Shen Qingzhou said.

Tang Shaoyou then lowered his voice: "Of course not, Jianguo and Yonghui are the same age, she's a very beautiful and pretty girl, how could she be this...this..."

He didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

"A girl?" Shen Qingzhou was somewhat surprised.

Tang Shaoyou nodded: "Her name is Wang Jianguo. When her mother was pregnant with her, she always thought it was a boy, so her father named her 'Jianguo' (meaning 'building the country'). Who knew it would be a girl..."

Shen Qingzhou immediately understood. It was nothing more than the preference for sons over daughters back then. She was greatly disappointed after giving birth to her daughter and was too lazy to change her name. So, a girl grew up with a boy's name.

"So, she and your son..."

"We had some mutual attraction, I guess. Yonghui was very outstanding back then, and many girls liked him," Tang Shaoyou said with a hint of pride.

This is also true. Tang Yonghui was quite handsome when he was young, and he was admitted to a prestigious university. Few girls would not be attracted to such a young man.

"But Jian Guo isn't like this... This is definitely not Jian Guo. Even if he gets old, he could never become like this. He's nothing like him at all..."

Tang Shaoyou stared at the woman downstairs, his face full of disbelief.

"But... the voice sounds a bit like..." he seemed to be trying hard to remember.

Shen Qingzhou calmly said, "Because she is not Wang Jianguo at all."

"Then who is she?" Tang Shaoyou asked.

"How would I know? But she must be someone your son knows, maybe you know her too," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Yes, I know him too, I'm sure I know him..." Tang Shaoyou murmured to himself, lowering his head to think.

Where exactly have I seen this before?

"Jianguo, Yonghui, wanna go play basketball together?"

A shout suddenly came from afar, interrupting the conversation between the two people under the tree.

A boy holding a basketball stood not far away, smiling as he looked at them.

"I see……"

The moment Tang Shaoyou saw the boy, he finally recognized who the old woman was.

Just as he was about to blurt it out, the surrounding light suddenly went out.

"Stop running! Get right there..."

The group returned to that night, where Tang Yonghui was running wildly toward a dark figure.

Shen Qingzhou immediately chased after him, and Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou followed closely behind.

When they reached the corner on the second floor, Tang Yonghui lunged forward and pinned the dark figure to the ground, and the two began to wrestle.

The light shifted between light and shadow, and the figure's face gradually became clear.

"Huh?" Tang Shaoyou was surprised again.

Shen Qingzhou and Jiang Haichao were also slightly surprised, because the person entangled with Tang Yonghui was the same boy who had just asked him to play ball.

"How could it be him?" Tang Shaoyou asked, his face filled with disbelief.

Jiang Haichao and Shen Qingzhou remained silent, but they already had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

Tang Shaoyou gritted his teeth and said, "His name is Xue Xiaozhou. He grew up with Jianguo and Yonghui. Our three families are very close. Back then, he didn't get into university, and I had to use my connections to find him a job..."

At this point, Tang Shaoyou was so angry he was gritting his teeth. If he still couldn't figure out who had harmed his family at this stage, he would truly be a fool.

Shen Qingzhou ignored these past grievances and, looking at the two wrestling figures, asked, "So, who is that old woman?"

"It's Xue Xiaozhou's grandmother..."