Under One Person: God Profiler

Because Grandpa's eyes remained unmoved, and his tone lacked joy. The smile on his face didn't reach his eyes; it was a classic fake smile.

However, Xia Linyuan no longer wanted to expose it.

He wanted to prove that he had grown up and that he could take control of his own life.

It's a child's pleasure to feel smug about exposing someone's lies.

He won't do it anymore...

Time, it flows on again, its shape like a winding river. If you touch it lightly with your finger, it will flow past you... and continue to flow.

I can't perform opera... How boring.

Three weeks have passed.

Grandpa still hasn't come back. My father is teaching in the village. Is it okay if I secretly sing a little song?

"Pear blossoms bloom, spring brings rain; pear blossoms fall, spring settles in the mud. This life is only for one person..."

A sharp yet beautiful singing voice came from Xia Linyuan.

Xia Linyuan sat in the rocking chair his grandfather often sat in, singing with rapt attention as he opened his eyes.

A bald man in a traditional Chinese jacket stood by his vegetable garden, gazing at his house. Xia Linyuan, not being from the village, asked, "Who are you? What are you looking at in front of our house?"

The bald man's jacket wasn't buttoned up properly, and a gust of wind blew by, revealing his eight-pack abs.

The bald man scratched his head, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, glanced at it, and then called out, "My name is Zhang Yude. Do you live here, Xia Changhe?"

Are you looking for my dad?

My dad, such a refined and cultured man, has a rough and tough friend.

No, no, no, we can't define it anymore.

You can't trust anyone!

You can only trust your own eyes and your own heart.

Xia Linyuan shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions. He called out to Zhang Yude, "He lives here. But he's busy, please come in and sit for a while."

"it is good!"

Zhang Yude responded and walked over. "Young man, you sing opera quite well."

Xia Linyuan also stood up from the rocking chair and welcomed Zhang Yude inside. "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle. I hope you won't tell my father later."

"Don't worry! I definitely won't tell!"

Seeing Zhang Yude's confident assurance, Xia Linyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please sit down and rest for a while. I'll go get you a glass of water."

As Xia Linyuan spoke, he walked to the corner of the wall, picked up the thermos, and poured a cup for Zhang Yude from the fullest one.

"Thank you. Are you Xia Changhe's son?"

Zhang Yude took the water glass and then asked.

"Yes."

"He raised you very well; you're so polite."

Zhang Yude pulled a photo out of his pocket and flicked it hard. "Look at my kid! He's about your age! All he does is annoy me! He's nothing!"

Chapter 7 Distorted Gaze

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly, adhering to the principle of remaining calm and cautious in his speech, and refrained from commenting.

"Damn, your laugh is just like your dad's!"

Zhang Yude suddenly pointed at Xia Linyuan's face and said in surprise.

Xia Linyuan was both amused and exasperated, and tentatively asked, "Should I call you..."

Zhang Yude slapped his bald head and said, "Look at me, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm your father's sworn brother, you should call me Grandpa."

"Hello, Uncle Zhang."

"Hey, that's right~"

Zhang Yude was incredibly talkative, chatting about everything from the South Heavenly Gate to the North Heavenly Gate, from his son's potty training at age three to his bedwetting at age eight. He was simply an extraordinary person.

Until Xia Changhe returned.

Zhang Yude's first words to Xia Changhe were...

"Your son sings opera quite well."

Xia Linyuan's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Zhang Yude in surprise, cursing him a thousand times in his mind!

Xia Changhe's face was ashen, and Xia Linyuan lowered his head, not daring to look at his father.

Fortunately, my father didn't hold it against me.

They simply asked Xia Linyuan to leave.

Zhang Yude made faces and waved goodbye to Xia Linyuan, but Xia Linyuan pretended not to see it because all he wanted to do now was tear this despicable face apart.

……

Night was approaching, and Xia Changhe bought several bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and a table full of dishes. He and Zhang Yude drank heavily.

All of this overturned Xia Linyuan's perception of Xia Changhe once again.

He never drinks, but he drank today.

Zhang Yude then took out a pack of White Pagoda cigarettes, pulled out a cigarette, and handed it to Xia Changhe.

Xia Changhe also accepted the call.

Xia Linyuan was dumbfounded. Smoking is bad for your voice! And Xia Changhe's specialty is male dan (female impersonator)!

"What? You want one too?"

Zhang Yude, his face flushed and eyes glazed, handed a cigarette to Xia Linyuan, only to drop it into the food halfway through.

Looks like he's really drunk.

The two drank for a long time, as if it were their last supper.

The two played drinking games and made lewd jokes, reminiscing about the old days. None of it was something Xia Linyuan could understand.

Xia Linyuan had a habit of waking up early, but not of staying up late. He drifted off to sleep amidst the noise of the two arguing.

in dreams,

He saw that it was raining.

The cold wind whistled past his ears.

A pair of slender hands covered his ears.

It blocked the cold wind.

A slight warmth appeared on my forehead.

But it was quickly cooled by the cold wind.

Xia Linyuan felt a sense of unease, and his chest felt tight.

So he struggled desperately, trying to shout but unable to make a sound.

The ground suddenly collapsed, turning into a vast ocean.

He was completely engulfed. A feeling of suffocation arose spontaneously. It was as if he were in a third-person perspective; he could clearly see the bloodshot in his eyes and the horrifying purple on his face.

Just as he was about to die, Xia Linyuan woke up.

Xia Linyuan sat up abruptly, panting heavily, large beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, soaking the mattress.

What catches the eye is the blankets he kicked into disarray and the clean, tidy room.

The sun was already high in the sky. Sunlight streamed through the newspaper-lined window, illuminating the dust floating in the room. Outside, the braying of a donkey could be heard…

Grandpa, are you back?

Xia Linyuan called out tentatively.

"Father, are you still there?"

"Uncle Zhang?"

No one responded to him.

It was eerily quiet.

Xia Linyuan felt a sudden panic.

I hurriedly dressed and put on my cloth shoes. Without hesitation, I ran outside.

"Dad! Grandpa! Where are you?!"

Xia Linyuan called out as he walked.

The villagers stopped what they were doing and looked at Xia Linyuan. Someone asked, "Little Yuan, what are you doing?"