Chapter 125 The Water is Boiling

It’s almost four o’clock, and today is the last day that Grandma Zhou and others meet Zhou Shufang.

Zhou Shufang glanced at Luo Jiahe, who had fallen asleep on the sofa, with her eyes full of heartache. She said to them, "From now on, just come to see me during the New Year and other holidays, and come less often."

"Anyway, it's convenient for us to meet now."

Although she was very happy, she also wanted to see them every day.

But firstly, the meeting was too expensive, and secondly, she could only come out of the underworld at 11 o'clock every night, so they had to stay up with her until four o'clock every night before going to bed.

As a ghost, she naturally didn't feel anything, but as living people, they had to live a normal life, and staying up like this every night was not good for their health.

That won’t work. He will come to see his mother whenever he misses her, and he won’t necessarily wait until the holidays to come.

Luo Cheng opened his mouth and was about to say this, but Zhou Shuhui spoke before him, "Okay, from now on I'll let them come to see you during the holidays."

"If you want anything, just send a message to Yang Fan and ask her to bring it to us."

Zhou Shufang nodded, "Okay."

She turned around and told Luo Cheng to spend more time with her sister when they were free, and to take her out for travel when they had time, just like they did before.

She had come to realize these days that her sister's children were not the kind of people who valued kinship.

Although I understand that the children have to work and study and have no time to come over, these days, Grandma Zhou has four children and seven grandchildren.

In seven days, she had only seen her three children and two grandchildren, and she had only met these people once or twice and never saw them again.

We are in the same province, but we don’t even have time to see each other.

It is conceivable that her sister must be living alone in such a big house on weekdays, which is too lonely.

Zhou Shuhui listened to her instructions to Luo Cheng and the others, secretly wiping away her tears, feeling very upset.

The three members of the Luo family took her advice to heart and promised to visit Zhou Shuhui often and take her out to play as often as possible.

After instructing them, Zhou Shufang patted Zhou Shuhui's hand reluctantly, "Shuhui, I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you next time. Remember to eat well every day, go out and play with your old sisters when you have nothing to do, and don't be reluctant to spend money."

"Don't worry, go back quickly, it will be bad if you are late."

"it is good."

There were still ten minutes before the gate to the underworld would close. Zhou Shufang walked out reluctantly and returned along the golden thread.

On the other side, Wang Zhenzhu covered the child and Wang Dequan with blankets respectively. Seeing that they were sleeping soundly, she gently said, "Good night."

Turn around and leave the house and return to the underworld.

Compared to Luo Cheng and his friends who chat with Zhou Shufang every night, trying not to waste the time they can spend together every day, Wang Zhenzhu comes out every day just to see her children and father.

Chat with them, coax the children to sleep, and watch them sleep.

Yan Qing, who was meditating in the room, suddenly noticed something and immediately stood up and walked to the window. His room was on the third floor and the window faced the street.

Yan Qing stood by the window, looking down at the ghost of the old lady on the street, and saw her soul being pulled by a golden thread, walking forward along the golden thread.

Halfway through, the ghost of a young woman came out of the homestay diagonally opposite Yang Fan's house and floated into the gate of Yang Fan's house together with the ghost of the old lady.

Yang Fan's house and Aunt Zhang's house are on the same side. He could only see the two ghosts finally entering the gate of Yang Fan's house, but could not see Yang Fan's yard.

He turned his head and looked into the distance with a thoughtful expression. The night in the mountain village was quiet and mysterious. Under the moonlight, spiritual energy flowed in the air. It was the best place for ascetics to practice.

This place is so close to Sanqing Palace, but no one has discovered it. He guessed the reason must be the Huangquan Post Station.

They were standing outside her house just now and didn't feel any negative energy inside at all. Only after they went in did they see the post station inside.

It's like there's a natural barrier isolating this place. Unless you walk into the village, you won't notice anything unusual here.

Yan Qing slowly turned his gaze towards the direction of Yang Fan's house, and counted with his fingers, but could not figure out anything. Could it be that the stationmaster of Huangquan Post Station was really a senior from their Sanqing Palace?

But he seemed to remember that there had never been such a powerful female Taoist priest in the history of Sanqing Palace. He thought he would ask his master when he returned to Sanqing Palace later.

……

In NC City, Tao Jinshu played mahjong with her friends all night and returned home at seven in the morning. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a pile of neatly arranged fruits in the house.

"When were these fruits delivered?" she asked the servant, "Where are they from?"

The servant replied, "It was delivered last night. The young master sent it along with the fruits from Uehara Village."

Isn’t it said that the fruits from Uehara Village will be delivered this afternoon at the earliest?
"Is Binbin at home?" Tao Jinshu walked over and looked at the extremely fresh fruits in the box. The depressed feeling from losing the mahjong game all night was instantly swept away.

Servant: "The young master didn't come back. He just delivered the fruit and left."

"There are a total of 400 kilograms of fruit here, and the other 200 kilograms were sent by my cousin."

"Sensen is really sensible," Tao Jinshu said with a smile.

She asked the servants to keep some of them and pack the rest for delivery.

Many people who have eaten the fruit from this shop said they liked it and asked her to buy more.

……

Han Musen didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, the sun was high in the sky outside and the sunlight was shining through the window.

Looking at the dazzling sunlight outside, he slowly covered his chest, which felt empty and indescribably uncomfortable, and a line of tears rolled down his face.

He covered himself with the quilt and cried again.

woo woo woo woo……

Fu Cancan, who went upstairs to the third floor with her child to clean the house, heard sobbing coming from the door.

She paused.

Little Yangyang raised his little face innocently and asked her, "Mom, the water is boiling."

He knew this sound; it was the sound of a kettle boiling.

Fu Cancan pursed her lips and touched his little head, "Be good, mommy didn't boil water."

After saying that, she quickly took the child away.

I was afraid that if I was a step slower, I would laugh myself. When a grown man cries, it really is like a kettle boiling.

She took the child to the next room. Yan Bin only stayed for one night and checked out early in the morning.

She took her children to change the sheets and quilt covers, covered the bed with plastic film to prevent dust, and then made the bed up again when the next guest checked in.

The children also actively helped.

She moved quickly and finished it quickly.

"Come on, Yangyang, let's go downstairs to eat."

She walked out of the room with her child and met Han Musen who came out of the room.

He was neatly dressed, a handsome man of 1.85 meters. If it weren't for his rabbit-like red eyes, you would never have guessed that it was him who was crying like a boiling kettle in the room just now.

"Good afternoon, we are going to eat now, do you want to join us?"

It was time for dinner, so she asked out of politeness.