Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

The male ghost said blankly, "Girls, you are still getting wet in the rain, why are you hesitating? The wind here will make you catch a cold."

"What's wrong?" Seeing Yan An paying attention in a certain direction, Leng Qinghuai looked in the direction Yan An was looking, "What did it say?"

"He said you had a point."

Yan An took out an umbrella from his backpack and opened it. He put one hand around Leng Qinghuai's neck and held the umbrella with the other hand.

Leng Qinghuai immediately caught her and said, "Hold her tight, don't fall."

"Okay." Yan An was careful not to choke Leng Qinghuai.

Yan An kicked the car door shut. Leng Qinghuai smiled and said, "Very flexible."

Yan An smiled, "Coach Chen often praises me like this."

Leng Qinghuai raised his eyebrows, "Then he must not be as sincere as me."

What's with my uncle's desire to win?

It was raining heavily. Yan An was struggling to hold up an umbrella to block the rain in front of her. Leng Qinghuai was carrying her on his back and walking forward at a fast pace with his long legs.

Yan An hugged his neck and lay on his back, watching the mud and water slowly soaking Leng Qinghuai's calves. He was worried that he would fall ill after this experience.

The male ghost led the way, and soon the two arrived at a house in the corner.

This family's house is made of mud bricks, which is out of place compared to the brick and tile houses of other families in the village.

The male ghost had already begun to sob, and the shrill cries that pierced through the gloomy rain were very creepy.

Leng Qinghuai also heard the voice.

But what he heard was like a whimpering sound on the wind.

"Can you hold it in for a while? What if the old man hears it?" Yan An didn't want to have such a background music when he was doing things.

The male ghost covered his mouth with his fat hands, "Master, I will try my best to hold it in."

"Uncle, please put me down."

Leng Qinghuai tilted his head to look at her, his lips brushing against Yan An's cheek.

Both of them were stunned.

Seeing that the two of them hadn't made any move, the male ghost said weakly, "Knock on the door?"

"Knock." Yan An reached out and knocked on the door.

Leng Qinghuai's voice came to my ears.

"I'll let you down after we get inside. There's still a lot of water outside."

Yan An nodded repeatedly, but his body was stiff and motionless.

Big misunderstanding.

There was a sound of footsteps in the yard, and an old voice sounded from inside the door.

"Who?"

"We are Zhou Che's friends." Because the rain was so heavy, Yan An deliberately raised his voice.

Even so, the old woman inside the door didn't hear clearly, but she opened the door and looked out.

Her cloudy eyes were small and her face was covered with wrinkles. "Who are you?"

"We are your son's friends and came to see you."

The old woman was stunned for a moment before she responded, "Zhou Che's friend? That unfilial son, how could he make friends? You look young."

"He is older than us and is very good at taking care of people." Leng Qinghuai said.

The old woman's eyes gradually turned red as she led the two men inside. There was a strong smell of urine in the room.

In the only room besides the kitchen, lying on the kang was a skinny old man.

When the old man saw someone coming, he moved his mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Old man, Zhou Che's friends are here to see us."

The old man on the kang moved his mouth again, his eyes red.

The old woman was embarrassed and said, "I don't even have a place to stay at home."

She took out two stools and went to the room with the stove. The wooden door was open and rain could still splash in.

Yan An and Leng Qinghuai sat down and took out the cash they had prepared.

Yan An said, "This is a small gift from us, please accept it."

The old woman refused to accept it and finally refused. Yan An said that they could not leave if she did not accept it, so the old woman accepted it.

Tears fell from her eyes and her hands holding the money were shaking.

The male ghost was floating in the air crying loudly.

"Thank you for helping me leave a good impression on my mother. I guess they think I'm lucky to have a friend who looks like a god from heaven."

Yan An touched his face and smiled.

She doesn't look like a fairy-like beauty, but this guy is really good at flattering her.

"Uh, girl, I'm not talking about you." The male ghost's somewhat embarrassed voice came.

Yan An: “…”

The male ghost's emotional intelligence suddenly took over.

"They must think I'm so lucky to have a cute girl like you as my friend!"

Yan An, “…”

Her eyes fell on Leng Qinghuai who was chatting with the male ghost mother.

If he were to dress up in ancient costume, wouldn't it be exactly as described in the book: The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world.

He smiled gently, asked about the old man's health, the situation of his relatives and friends, and whether he needed help.

In fact, even without the old man saying anything, it is obvious that the current situation of their family is not good.

The sanitary conditions are very poor, and it is difficult for the old woman to take care of her husband who is paralyzed on the kang.

Leng Qinghuai finally called and asked for help in contacting a local charity nursing home.

Yan An was sitting on a mat next to Leng Qinghuai and could hear the surprise of the person answering the phone.

I think they were also surprised that Leng Qinghuai, who had retreated behind the scenes and became a hands-off boss, would contact him personally.

The person there was obviously there to help, so he agreed immediately and said that he would definitely ask someone from the nursing home to come and check on the situation the next day.

"That would be troublesome."

"No, how could that be? Mr. Leng, it is your continued enthusiasm for charity that makes us admire you."

A lot of polite words were said.

Leng Qinghuai listened patiently as the other party became more and more excited.

Fortunately, the other party was not an ignorant person. He knew when to stop and hung up the phone and went to contact the person to get things done.

The male ghost kowtowed several times towards Leng Qinghuai, and his head almost fell off.

The head was bounced away when it rolled to Leng Qinghuai's feet.

The male ghost cried out in surprise, and his head remained dizzy and swayed on the ground for a long time.

"That hurts. You're worthy of being a master!"

Yan Anxin said that she would convey this ghost's flattery.

"An An." Leng Qinghuai called her, "We don't know when the rain will stop. We may need to stay overnight in the village. I'll go borrow an empty house. Wait for me."

Yan An came back to his senses and nodded, "Is there a vacant house?"

“Yes, yes.” The old woman nodded. “Many people go out to work and only their parents are left in the village. Their houses are empty.”

"It's raining heavily outside. Uncle, can you find the way back? I'll go with you."

"No, I'll be back soon." Leng Qinghuai looked at her, "But... we can still share a seat."

After sharing the location, Leng Qinghuai held Yan An's umbrella and walked into the heavy rain.

Twenty minutes later he came back, almost soaked. Yan An took out a towel from his backpack.

Leng Qinghuai was slightly surprised. "A treasure chest? How come there's even a towel?"

Yan An opened his backpack and showed it to him, "There are also tissues, a water bottle, snacks, etc., just in case."