Chapter 305 Meeting Mr. Mei, Entering the Dream Again

Looking at Bi Yatong, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, Shen Lu's face showed obvious disgust.

She never expected that the parents of this body would be so useless. Shen Qingrong was captured by Shen Qingyan without even struggling.

Bi Yatong's two-week-long outing was utterly useless.

Most importantly, not only is Bi Yatong useless, but she's also incredibly stupid and can't see the current situation clearly.

Shen Lu didn't want to die. She had worked so hard to become a young lady, and she even had a prophetic understanding of the direction of this book world. She was destined to be the protagonist in this world.

She doesn't want to die.

In a corner unseen by Shen Li and Bi Yatong, Shen Lu's gaze gradually turned cold.

She knew she couldn't rely on her parents, and she had to rely on the prophet to make her own plans.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the manor...

Old Master Shen watched Bi Yatong's car leave through the window, then waved to Wei Xingzhi behind him and whispered a few words in his ear. Wei Xingzhi's expression suddenly changed.

"Old Chief," Wei Xingzhi called out somewhat uneasily.

"Go and do it." Old Master Shen closed his eyes wearily.

Wei Xingzhi stood to the side, glanced at Old Master Shen with a solemn expression, and seeing that he had no intention of changing his mind, he turned and left with heavy steps.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Wei Xingzhi is gone.

The room fell silent again.

The large house was warm and cozy, but Old Master Shen kept recalling the things Shen Qingyan had told him before he returned.

I felt a chill that permeated my body and soul.

His large hand, resting on the armrest of his wheelchair, bore the withered marks of old age.

It tapped gently, one tap after another.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

It seemed to be foreshadowing something.

——

Before the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Qiao Qiao and Qiao Changdong spent their time visiting neighbors and having meals together.

On the ninth day, Qiao Qiao looked at the red ribbon that had automatically wrapped around the little bun on her head since early morning.

I remembered the fortune teller I had met before.

"Dad, let's go wish Grandpa Mei a Happy New Year."

"Grandpa Mei?" Qiao Changdong was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered who this Grandpa Mei was.

The New Year's greetings among relatives and friends had been mostly exchanged, but when Qiao Changdong saw that Qiao Qiao wanted to go, he went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought some grain and flour without saying a word.

As the father and daughter were carrying their bags and preparing to leave, they saw the cotton-fluffing shop next to the supply and marketing cooperative and both stopped in their tracks.

The father and daughter simultaneously recalled their last visit to Mr. Mei's house, his small, shabby room, and the thin quilt.

Qiao Changdong put the things he was carrying into the sidecar of his motorcycle, then turned around and went to the cotton-fluffing shop to buy a 12-pound quilt for 20 yuan. Only then did he ride his motorcycle with his little boy to Mr. Mei's place.

The same small courtyard and cottage, the same mimosa tree and the same red ribbons fluttering in the breeze.

"Our distinguished guest has arrived."

Qiao Changdong parked the car for only a few seconds before that familiar, serene figure emerged from the house.

"Grandpa Mei, Happy New Year! My dad and I have come to wish you a Happy New Year!" Qiao Qiao called out loudly as soon as she saw them.

The red ribbon on her head floated down from her little bun as she got out of the car, circling the mimosa tree twice, as if it had its own consciousness, before finally landing on a branch.

Qiao Qiao and Qiao Changdong were both stunned by this scene.

"You two are very kind, remembering a leisurely person like me even during the New Year."

Mr. Mei smiled, and then, as if he could see what had just happened, he looked up at the red silk that had floated to the branch.

He made a seemingly ambiguous remark: "It seems that our esteemed guest has been sleeping very well these past few days."

"???" Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao was confused and didn't quite understand what this meant.

Qiao Changdong narrowed his eyes slightly.

He felt that Mr. Mei's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Qiao Changdong asked directly, "Mr. Mei, is there any deeper meaning behind those words?"

After a pause, he added, "My daughter and I have little formal education. If there are any profound principles, we hope you can explain them to us in a little way, so that we won't be too foolish to understand them and waste your good intentions."

Mr. Mei simply smiled upon hearing this.

Then he said, "It is the will of Heaven, so there is no need for you to worry too much, esteemed guest."

"..." Qiao Changdong.

Qiao Changdong pursed his lips.

He only felt that the other person's way of speaking had become more mystical and pretentious.

But since the other party wouldn't talk, and he couldn't force them to talk by choking them, he could only nod helplessly.

Moreover, looking at the other person's eyes, which had no pupils, Qiao Changdong recalled what he had heard the older generation say and felt a little sorry for them.

According to their superstitious beliefs, people with disabilities, especially those in the fortune-telling industry, often foresee opportunities, but their forceful intervention to change cause and effect brings unexpected disasters.

"Alright, by the way, last time you mentioned that you seem to be around the same age as Aunt Yan. We often have cold snaps here, so my daughter and I bought you a quilt. Please take care to keep warm, sir, and don't get sick."

“Getting sick at your age is no joke. You might accidentally… ptooey… well, let me bring your blanket in.”

As Qiao Changdong spoke, he carried blankets into the room for people.

Mr. Mei raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing Qiao Changdong's words.

He knew Qiao Qiao would come today, but he really didn't expect that the father and daughter would not only buy him grain and flour, but also bring him a quilt.

He was slightly touched.

He turned his head as if talking to himself, facing the mimosa tree outside the house, and said, "I think I understand."

"What do you understand?" Qiao Changdong happened to be passing by him with a blanket in his arms and asked curiously.

Mr. Mei simply smiled.

Seeing his expression, Qiao Changdong couldn't help but mutter, "So mysterious."

Qiao Changdong and Qiao Qiao did not stay at Mr. Mei's place for long. After paying their New Year's greetings and giving him grain, flour, and quilts, they prepared to leave.

Just as they were about to leave, something magical happened again.

Another section of red ribbon, tied to the branch of the mimosa tree, floated down from the branch and landed precisely on the little bun on Qiao Qiao's head. Just like the previous section, it seemed to consciously wrap around her.

And it's obvious that this isn't the previous section.

"..." Qiao Qiao.

"..." Qiao Changdong.

The father and daughter looked up at the red ribbons at the top of the tree at the same time.

Countless red ribbons fluttered in the wind.

A very beautiful scene.

But the father and daughter only had one thought in their minds: were these things going to take turns walking around on their daughter's forehead?

That night.

Qiao Qiao fell asleep again under the red glow.

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