Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Yan An handed the towel over, but saw Leng Qinghuai bending down and coming over.

Water was dripping from his wet hair, and he lowered his eyes, doing this action very naturally.

At this moment, it seemed that the only correct action for Yan An was to put the towel on his head.

Putting the towel on his head, Yan An was still wondering whether to wipe him.

Leng Qinghuai straightened up and gave her a charming smile.

Yan An was shocked.

My smiling uncle appears again.

His transformation was quite successful, and even made her think that he had been a big star before.

The smile was neither too much nor too little, just right, as if it was an expression managed.

After wiping his hair until it was dry, Leng Qinghuai squatted down and asked Yan An to come up. "Let's go. The house is a little shabby but it's clean."

Yan An lay on his back, "It's okay, it's simple. I checked the weather forecast and it says the rain will stop tonight. I just don't know if it's accurate..."

If it was accurate, they wouldn't be trapped in the village.

The old woman went out to see them off. The male ghost took a last look at his parents, thanked Yan An and Leng Qinghuai, and turned into a dot of light and sank into the mud.

What did Leng Qinghuai say?

The rain was pouring down, and Yan An couldn't quite hear what he was saying, so he leaned closer and asked, "What?"

The two wet and somewhat cold faces pressed together were surprisingly not noticeable.

But Leng Qinghuai could clearly feel Yan An's face.

At this moment, I felt really depressed.

"What did the male ghost say?"

Yan An said loudly: "He said that you look like an immortal who has come down to earth, and he is very grateful to you for helping his parents."

Leng Qinghuai smiled.

Yan An concentrated on holding the umbrella, Leng Qinghuai quickened his pace, and finally arrived at his destination.

A man was standing at the entrance of the yard, holding a bed blanket and greeting them with a smile.

He also didn't expect that there would be outsiders staying in the village. He could earn thousands of dollars by staying for a day at most.

It's like picking up money.

But is this young couple doing something romantic or dangerous? Why did they come here in such weather?

"I brought you a new quilt and firewood."

After delivering the things, the man left and Leng Qinghuai locked the door from the inside.

Yan An saw the firewood in the kitchen and prepared to make a fire.

"Uncle, go take off all your wet clothes so I can put them in front of the stove and warm them for you."

Leng Qinghuai hesitated and said, "It's all wet."

"Ah?" Yan An looked at him and took a moment to react. "It's okay. I'll warm your clothes here. You won't be cold if you wrap yourself in the quilt. Go quickly and don't catch a cold."

She wouldn't go in to see him and would just stay in this room.

Leng Qinghuai's face, which had been frozen white, regained some color. "Yeah."

…Actually, he didn’t mind being seen by her.

Yan An remembered something, followed him into the house, and rummaged through his bag.

Leng Qinghuai watched her take out a pillowcase, various snacks, a water cup, a few pairs of socks, band-aids, and cold medicine...

A lot of useful bits and pieces.

Yan An picked up the socks and said, "They are new. You can wear them, uncle. It's better than having nothing to wear."

Leng Qinghuai imagined himself wearing only Yan An's little socks...

It is really.

Seeing his hesitation and reserve, Yan An took out his socks and placed them on the kang. "I'll go light a fire first and come back to get your wet clothes later."

The material of her big black down jacket is somewhat waterproof, unlike Leng Qinghuai's more casual gray coat, which even absorbs water.

Yan An went straight into the kitchen through the small door. There was a pile of firewood in the kitchen and a lighter on the stove.

Yan An squatted in front of the stove, put the firewood in and started to light it...

Keep clicking.

point.

It couldn't be lit and was smoking. Yan An was a little hesitant as he took the only handful of hay left on the ground to start the fire.

Playing with fire is very dangerous. Yan An had never played with it when she was unlucky before, and she didn't want to risk her life.

But if they don’t light it now, one of them is afraid of the cold and the other one is prone to illness, so they both have to go to the hospital the next day.

Last bit of hay...

"how?"

Leng Qinghuai's voice came from the side. Yan An didn't look at him to avoid embarrassing the person who had taken off all his clothes.

"Uncle, why did you come out? Are you wrapped in a blanket?"

Leng Qinghuai chuckled, "I just dried my hair first."

Yan An took a quick look and saw that he had taken off his wet coat and his shirt was sticking tightly to his body.

The abdominal muscles on the thin waist are faintly visible...

It was the temptation given by Lang!

Yan An quickly looked away.

"Let me do it." Leng Qinghuai walked over and squatted down, making Yan An look very small.

Yan An hesitated to speak, not wanting to hurt his uncle's pride. His uncle's attitude was so untouched by women...

"No, I'll be ready soon. Uncle, go sit on the kang."

"What if I light a fire?"

"Hmm?" Yan An looked at him, trying to show trust. "Then neither of us will have to catch a cold, or else I'll have to do a few more sit-ups as punishment?"

Leng Qinghuai smiled and said, "Okay."

"?"

"a hundred."

“…” One minute???

"No time limit, wait for you to come back, and I'll see if you can do it."

"Oh." Yan An breathed a sigh of relief. A mere one hundred with no time limit was not a problem at all.

Five minutes later, Yan An looked at the burning firewood and felt the heat of the fire.

Warm, so warm.

She is biased!

"I have experience in surviving in the wild before." Leng Qinghuai said with a smile.

Yan An glanced at Leng Qinghuai and said nothing.

The ghosts in the old house clearly said that my uncle was in poor health and there was no way he could survive in the wild.

“Being with so many people is all about the experience.”

That makes sense.

Someone is there to take care of him.

The well water poured into the pot by the owner began to smoke, and the whole kitchen became hot. Yan An touched the kang and found it was also hot.

Leng Qinghuai was urged to take off his wet clothes. After he had done so, Yan An did not enter the room but just put his arm through the crack in the door.

After taking the clothes, Yan An first wrung out the thin ones and began to dry them. They dried quickly. Then Yan An put the shirt and casual suit pants on the kang without looking away.

Then he quietly retreated into the kitchen.

Leng Qinghuai, who was sitting on the kang, said, "..."

After putting on his shirt and pants, Leng Qinghuai went to the kitchen to get some sundries and brought them to the stove. "I'll build a rack so you don't have to hold your clothes to dry."

He quickly set up the rack some distance away from the stove, and hung Yan An's coat and pants up there as well.

The bright red cotton pants that Yan An was wearing were exposed.

Yan An's reserved eyes wandered around when Leng Qinghuai said, "It's a very auspicious bright red."

Yan An relaxed, "Really? You picked this color specifically."

They added more firewood to the stove, and the two of them huddled on the kang to finish their cold medicine. They covered themselves with a quilt and sat at the head of the kang, almost shoulder to shoulder.

Feeling the heat coming from under my butt, I started to feel sleepy.

The whole bed was warm, and Yan An's eyelids began to twitch.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

Yan An actually slept very soundly in this strange place.

She initially slept leaning against the bed, but that was uncomfortable and she slowly lay down.

Lying down on a flat, elastic surface, Yan An reached out and touched it before falling into a deep sleep.

only……

"Boom."

Yan An looked at the ceiling in confusion and touched the back of his head, "Who hit me on the head?"

When she sat up, she saw a thin layer of red on her uncle's cheeks, probably caused by the hot kang.

Leng Qinghuai's eyes flickered, "You knocked it yourself..."

Yan An glanced at the corner of the quilt wrapped around his uncle's waist and asked tentatively, "Did I steal the quilt?"

Although it was a question, Yan An was sure of it after seeing the scene.

So this is why her uncle threw her head out?

In fact, it is okay to wake her up gently. She won’t be grumpy when she wakes up, and she won’t be so overbearing.

"Hmm..." Leng Qinghuai nodded and let out a breath, "Go to the kitchen first and put on your pants and down jacket. The rain has stopped, we can leave now."