Under One Person: God Profiler

Xia Linyuan turned the photo over and pointed it out to Xia Huaisang.

Xia Huaisang picked up the photo and examined it carefully, but found nothing. Then she picked up her reading glasses from the bedside and discovered that there was a small shadow between herself and her brother, with an abnormal white dot on top of the shadow.

Xia Huaisang shuddered but didn't say much. Instead, he put the photo in his pocket and patted Xia Linyuan's head. He smiled and said, "Silly grandson, that's not a person. It must be because the camera didn't take a good picture."

"But....."

"Let's memorize our lessons, and practice our singing tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Xia Huaisang took a box of matches and left the room.

As soon as the door opened, Xia Changhe was standing in the doorway, staring straight at Xia Huaisang without saying a word.

Xia Huaisang was startled.

What are you doing here!

Xia Huaisang kicked Xia Changhe in anger. Then, she looked Xia Changhe up and down and saw that he was carrying an iron sword. She asked him tentatively.

"Did you go to perform Nuo rituals for the villagers?"

Xia Changhe nodded

"It can earn more money."

"Father, I just heard you say... Quanxing?"

"Father, I hope you won't use the outdated worldview to educate Lin Yuan," Xia Changhe said earnestly, his gentle eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

"Okay, okay, you go keep Lin Yuan company. I have something else to do."

Xia Huaisang gave a perfunctory reply and hurriedly left. Reaching a secluded spot, she took out the photo and tossed it on the ground. She then struck a match and set the photo ablaze.

As the gray smoke gradually rose, Xia Huaisang sat down on the ground as if all her strength had been drained.

Looking at the burned photos, Xia Huaisang felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. She looked up at the starry sky, let out a long sigh, and lamented, "What a tragedy..."

…………

Since then, Xia Linyuan has faced all sorts of brutal training. He was called out early in the morning to practice his singing.

Splits, horse stance, boxing practice.

They also had to practice with all sorts of weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and hidden weapons. As Xia Huaisang put it, "You have to master every weapon in order to play every role and every play well."

Xia Changhe couldn't bear it, so he pleaded with Xia Huaisang, saying he hoped Xia Linyuan could study.

Xia Huaisang pointed at Xia Changhe's nose and shouted, "You're a student from a prestigious university, and you can't even befriend him?!"

“Dad, that’s Niujin University.”

"In my eyes, apart from Tsinghua University and Peking University, all other schools are the same!"

Since then, Xia Linyuan's life has become much more fulfilling...

Adhering to the principle that the day begins in the morning, Xia Linyuan was dragged out of bed at four in the morning.

This situation lasted for a whole year.

one year later

Xia Changhe was invited to perform in Guicheng, with an appearance fee of 1,500 RMB.

It was Ye Chenglan who recommended it. With a recommendation from an acquaintance, Xia Changhe felt reassured and, without hesitation, took Xia Huaisang and Xia Linyuan, bought train tickets, and spent a day entering the city.

Just like last time, this time it was the grand finale appearance.

Upon arriving in the city, everything before my eyes felt refreshingly new.

In the bustling city, towering buildings stand majestically and spectacularly, neatly arranged on both sides of the street.

On the crisscrossing streets, cars sped by, their wheels spinning rapidly and creating gusts of wind that swirled up fallen petals and leaves, swirling them into the low grass.

The people on the street were dressed very fashionably, and even though it was autumn, some girls were walking around with bare legs.

Xia Linyuan couldn't help but glance over there.

At this moment, Xia Changhe stepped in front of Xia Linyuan and asked sternly:

"What are you looking at?"

"I……"

"Did I ever teach you the principle of not looking at what is improper?"

Xia Linyuan nodded, looking aggrieved.

"He's still a child, how could he understand so much?"

Xia Huaisang shielded Xia Linyuan behind her.

Xia Changhe's expression froze for a moment, then he calmly said:

“Dad, children need to be educated from a young age. I don’t want my child to grow up to be a sleazy person.”

Hearing this, Xia Linyuan understood what his father was angry about: "I was just curious about whether they were cold because they had bare legs."

Xia Huaisang laughed: "If your heart is despicable, everything you see will seem despicable. Don't judge others by your own standards, Changhe."

Xia Changhe looked guilty and respectfully said to Xia Huaisang, "Yes, Father."

Then he looked at Xia Linyuan and said sincerely:

"I'm sorry, Lin Yuan, Dad misunderstood you."

"Don't cause any trouble, your son has a heart as magnanimous as a prime minister!"

Xia Linyuan recited a short song to ease the awkwardness.

"Let's go, we're heading to Daxing Square. Lin Yuan, do you dare to ask for directions?" Xia Changhe glanced at the note and then asked Xia Lin Yuan.

"Of course!"

Xia Linyuan replied crisply.

Just as Xia Linyuan was about to ask for directions, a shrill voice rang out. "You must be Xia Changhe."

A person wearing a tight-fitting suit and with thick foundation on their face pointed at Xia Changhe with a delicate, orchid-like gesture.

"Yes."

Xia Changhe responded.

"Hmph, I knew it. You're dressed so old-fashioned. Come with me. There's some Peking Opera performance going on at Daxing Square. The client suddenly changed their mind and asked for more shows. They don't have enough female roles, so they'll use you to fill in."

The man in the suit swayed as he walked to a car.

He gestured to Xia Changhe and said, "Come in, I'll take you there."

"Thank you."

Xia Changhe said it in a calm tone.

Xia Linyuan grabbed Xia Changhe's hand and said in a huff, "I won't sit. I hate his attitude. Let's ask for directions and walk over."

Xia Huaisang gently pried open Xia Linyuan's small hand and chuckled, "You're really ambitious, no wonder you're my grandson. But is it really worth making yourself suffer for such a little ambition?"

"Grandson, do you know why the character for 'patience' contains a hidden knife?"

Xia Linyuan shook his head. He couldn't even read properly, so how would he know anything about knives?

"You'll know when you get there."

Xia Huaisang pulled Xia Linyuan and they got into the car with smiles on their faces.

Soon they arrived at Daxing Square, where on a metal stage, people dressed in various costumes and with their faces painted with different colors were wielding swords, spears, and clubs.

The sound of drums and gongs grew increasingly intense, and the actors on stage wielded their swords and spears faster and faster. Some actors accidentally let their spears fly out of their hands, drawing boos from the audience.

The person in charge standing nearby had a grim face. He was probably calculating how to deduct money from his pay.

Chapter 4 Ghosts and Gods Listening to Opera

A quick glance revealed only the man in the suit and Xia Changhe and his group. A smile forced across his face as he strode over. He warmly shook Xia Changhe's hand, saying, "This must be Mr. Xia."

Xia Changhe casually withdrew his hand, without much formality, and glanced at the man in the suit: "A country bumpkin like me doesn't deserve to be called 'sir'."

The person in charge felt a pang of unease. This person was recommended by the Ye family, one of the four prominent families in Apple Orchard. Even if they didn't care about the monk, they should at least show respect to the family. Who in the theater world would dare speak like that?

The person in charge was somewhat embarrassed and followed Xia Changhe's gaze. There he saw the man in the suit who dared not speak loudly.

"Have you offended Mr. Xia?"

The person in charge's face darkened.

The man in the suit shuddered.

"roll!"

The person in charge kicked the man in the suit away. Then he took out a wad of cash and stuffed it into Xia Changhe's hand.

"Mr. Xia, calm down. This stage can't do without you."

"What are you saying, sir? Now that I'm here, there's no reason for me not to perform."

Xia Linyuan was stunned by the scene. "So my dad has this side to him too." He then glanced at the man in the suit who had been kicked, feeling a surge of satisfaction.