"What about this ice cream?"
Cang Jin pointed at a can of Haagen-Dazs in the fridge with a pair of little fingers, looking like a little greedy cat.
Du Kang was completely defeated. He couldn't help but curse what kind of ghost he had encountered. She didn't even look like a ghost. Could it be that a ghost couldn't be cold and aloof?
"Well, aren't you a ghost? Why do you eat ice cream?"
Cang Jin pressed her arm against the fridge lid, a pair of small hands holding her chin, and said angrily, "You're the ghost, little sister, I am an evil spirit, okay?"
"Evil spirit?"
This was the second time Du Kang heard this word. Although Weiwei had explained to Du Kang what an evil spirit was and what a ghost was, Du Kang still didn't know much. Fortunately, Du Kang wasn't a Virgo, so he didn't have to worry about this kind of thing. He waved his hand and said, "Eat, it's on me today."
"Great, little brother, you're the best."
Cang Jin cheered and couldn't wait to open the fridge and take out a bucket of Haagen-Dazs. Under Du Kang's incredulous gaze, Cang Jin ate three spoonfuls of ice cream in one breath and swallowed a small half of the bucket. Only then did she let out a long sigh of satisfaction and looked up at Du Kang a little embarrassedly. Her little tongue swept across the corner of her mouth and swept all the ice cream into her mouth.
"My darling."
Looking at Cang Jin's appearance, Du Kang couldn't help but think of a Japanese action movie he had watched. The female lead seemed to be called Aoi. One of the most classic scenes in the movie, which Du Kang thought was exactly the same as Cang Jin's. Well, of course, Aoi didn't lick into her mouth Haagen-Dazs.
"Hey, little brother, what are you thinking about? Why do you look so wretched?" Cang Jin, who had a spoon in her mouth, tilted her head and looked at Du Kang.
"Eh."
How could he tell Cang Jin what he was thinking about? Du Kang scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He wanted to change the topic, but before he could think of anything, Cang Jin had already brought the ice cream over. She stretched her neck and blinked her foxy eyes at Du Kang. She smiled sweetly at him. "Little brother, did you think of something inappropriate just now?
Look at you, you're still a virgin. Do you want me to help you?
Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. Weiwei will never know. "
Alright, Du Kang had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender. He had been completely fooled by Cang Jin's innocent appearance. How could he have forgotten that she was an out-and-out female hooligan? Black lines appeared on his forehead as he shrank back and kept his distance. "That … you should tell me about Old Wang."
"What do you mean by that? I have a name. Since you call Weiwei Sister Chu, you can call me Sister Xiaojin from now on."
"Well, Sister Xiaojin, can we talk about Lao Wang first?"
"Lao Wang."
Cang Jin floated back and gently sat on the refrigerator. She scooped a big spoonful of ice cream and licked it. She tilted her head and began to recall the past.
"Lao Wang is an old ghost. I remember that when I first woke up, he was already here. Speaking of which, I still don't know his name. Anyway, I just call him Lao Wang. Actually, I later heard that he had many opportunities to get a substitute to reincarnate, but I don't know why, he just didn't leave until today …"
Du Kang listened very seriously. Cang Jin's story was also very attractive. Or it should be said that Lao Wang's story itself was very attractive. According to Cang Jin, Lao Wang died in the Republic of China. He was originally a teacher at the Capital University. Later, he followed the refugees to escape from the Capital and wandered around. Finally, he landed in Cangcheng.
It was a chaotic era. Lao Wang was just a teacher and an archaeologist. To put it nicely, he was weak. To put it bluntly, he was completely useless. Pulling a rickshaw and carrying a dock — which one of them wasn't strenuous work?
It wouldn't take much effort, right? They wouldn't be at ease to let an unknown refugee like Old Wang be the assistant and shopkeeper.
Therefore, during that period of time, Lao Wang was hungry and cold. He almost froze to death on the street. Fortunately, there was always a way. One morning in December, in the north wind and snow, Lao Wang met Yue Xi, a little girl who escaped from Beijing with a troupe.
That morning, it was snowing heavily in Cangcheng. The north wind was howling. It was so cold on the road that not even a dog could walk. The entrance of the small courtyard that Yue Xi and her troupe rented was covered with snow. Yue Xi, who was wearing a light red cotton-padded jacket, went out to sweep the floor with a broom. As a result, the moment the courtyard door was pushed open, a person fell in with a bang. The body fell on the ground, which gave Yue Xi a fright.
When Lao Wang woke up, he found himself lying on the kang covered with a quilt and cotton-padded jacket. He struggled to get up. After looking around for a long time, he was sure that he didn't know this place.
Holding onto the edge of the kang, he got off the bed bit by bit. Just like that, the door was pushed open and a girl came in with a gust of cold wind.
Seeing that Lao Wang had woken up, the girl was very happy. She told Lao Wang that her name was Yue Xi and that she was the one who saved Lao Wang. She even asked where Lao Wang was from.
Hearing Yue Xi's Beijing accent, Lao Wang knew that he had met someone from the same hometown. The two of them sat on the kang and chatted. As a result, the more they chatted, the closer they got to each other. In the end, they even talked about relatives.
At noon, Yue Xi went out for a while. It didn't take long for her to bring back some food. At that time, what kind of delicious food could there be? Cornbread, cornbread porridge, pickled vegetables, and spicy radish. Because Lao Wang had just recovered, she specially took care of a bowl of hand-rolled noodles.
After the two of them wolfed down the food, Lao Wang felt that his stomach was full and his body felt a lot more comfortable. However, he felt sleepy again. After chatting with Yue Xi for a while, Yue Xi went out to practice. Then, Lao Wang went to sleep. He slept until the sky turned dark. When Lao Wang woke up, he heard that there was something wrong with the commotion outside. People were shouting and horses were neighing.
Lao Wang stumbled to the door. Just as he was about to open the door, the door was slammed by someone. Bang! It scared Lao Wang so much that he trembled. He opened the door a crack and peeked outside. The courtyard was filled with armed soldiers. The people in the opera troupe were all tied up. The one who slammed the door just now was a young man. He was short and looked very sturdy. However, at this moment, his body was full of bullet holes. Blood had dyed his cotton-padded jacket red. His eyes were wide open as he died with everlasting regret.
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a young man who looked like a general sitting on an armchair. He was about 50 years old and had a long scar that stretched from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. At first glance, it looked like a huge centipede was crawling on his face, making him look quite violent and ferocious.
A white-haired old man was kneeling in front of the general. Judging from their conversation, he was the leader of the opera troupe. Beside him, there were two girls who were being held down by the soldiers. They were the two green-clothed female stars of the opera troupe. They were also the granddaughters of the leader.
What happened next was nothing more than a cliche plot. The warlord took a fancy to the female star of the opera troupe. However, the female star didn't agree to it. Since civil words didn't work, he resorted to force, directly snatching the girl away.