Chapter 2: This Body You Are In Now May Have Had A gold Master? (2)
Chu Xiaxing touched her face worriedly. “Then, should I grab some Chinese medicine to drink?”
Han Chuning hurriedly persuaded her, “Don’t nurse or boil medicine. Let’s go back first!”
Her aunt was a jack of all trades. After her retirement, she had one whim after another. At one moment, she wanted to nurse and boil traditional Chinese medicine, and the next moment, she was busy baking bread. The most terrible thing was that she also fed her traditional Chinese medicine and bread, which made her suffer unspeakably.
A while later, Chu Xiaxing and Han Chuning hurried back to their apartment. Han Chuning also ordered a takeaway for Chu Xiaxing, choosing from her favorite restaurant. Chu Xiaxing sat at a small table to eat while Han Chuning cleaned up the scene by the bathtub. Only then did they have time to talk about the cause and effect.
Han Chuning finally finished cleaning the toilet. As a young person, she had a good receptive ability. After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, she said in surprise, “Auntie, you are the beginning of Jinjiang literature!”
Chu Xiaxing was lowering her head to eat. When she heard the words, she said, “What is Jinjiang literature?”
Han Chuning: “Jinjiang is a novel website. A lot of TV dramas are their adaptations. I often read the novels on it.”
Chu Xiaxing: “I never heard of it.”
Han Chuning murmured, “That’s because you cooperate with renowned screenwriters. You don’t make adaptations for TV series…”
Chu Xiaxing raised her eyebrows and said, “Who told you that I don’t make novel adaptations? Back then, I did…”
Han Chuning: “Oh, Jinjiang does not have serious novels, like Yu Hua’s “Alive”!”
Chu Xiaxing: “You used to read indecent novels online every day?”
Han Chuning: “…” I feel that something is wrong with these words.
While Chu Xiaxing was eating the takeout, she looked around the house and commented, “Although this place looks small, everything is quite complete, just as messy as your home.”
Chu Xiaxin lived in a studio apartment at Shangshui Shangdian. It only had a bedroom and a bathroom, an open kitchen, and a bed within two steps. The room was also messy, with clutter everywhere. She had no idea how these children usually lived.
Han Chuning: “Let’s call a car and go back. I happen to bring your house key.
As Chu Xiaxing had no husband and children, she had long decided to let Han Chuning inherit her wealth. Otherwise, her niece would not have presided over the funeral. Han Chuning now happened to return everything to the original owner. She was not greedy for wealth; the return of her relatives was most important.
Chu Xiaxing shook her head. “I won’t go back tonight. Wait for a few days.”
Han Chuning was puzzled. “Why? Don’t you hate living in small rooms the most?”
Chu Xiaxing: “Xiaxin may come back. I will stay here and wait for her.”
Han Chuning was stunned when she heard the words. She then remembered the original owner of the body and cautiously said: “But isn’t she already…”
Chu Xiaxing calmly said, “If she really doesn’t come back, you just put some things in the room. You happen to have experience of holding a funeral not long ago. It doesn’t seem good for Chu Xiaxin to have nowhere to go, not even having a place to return.”
Only after Chu Xiaxing wandered around as a soul did she realize the importance of returning home for the first seven days, which meant that there were still people in the world who were thinking about you. Chu Xiaxin said at the time that none of her parents were alive, and she had no relatives or friends to rely on. She was homeless, which made her unforgettable.
Han Chuning knew that her auntie looked fierce on the surface but was the most soft-hearted. She hurriedly responded, “Okay. Then, I’ll stay here with you tonight.”
Chu Xiaxing had a hunch in her heart that Chu Xiaxin might not come back again. The soul could only be out of the body for an hour or two, but the manager only came to Chu Xiaxin five or six hours later. As she thought of the blue, weeping, melancholy soul, for a moment, her heart was troubled.
Han Chuning took off her shoes and nestled on the bed. She wrapped herself in a quilt and whispered, “Auntie, if she really comes back, will it be scary? Actually, I’m a little afraid of ghosts.”
Chu Xiaxing’s expression was overcast as she scolded, “I don’t see you afraid of me now.”
Han Chuning: “Oh my, a relative’s ghost is different from outsider ghosts. Besides, even if you’re a ghost, you are still my auntie!”
Chu Xiaxin: “Rather than being scared, I think you might scare the ghosts.” Chu Xiaxin looked more miserable than Han Chuning.
Chapter 2: This Body You Are In Now May Have Had A gold Master? (2)
Chu Xiaxing touched her face worriedly. “Then, should I grab some Chinese medicine to drink?”
Han Chuning hurriedly persuaded her, “Don’t nurse or boil medicine. Let’s go back first!”
Her aunt was a jack of all trades. After her retirement, she had one whim after another. At one moment, she wanted to nurse and boil traditional Chinese medicine, and the next moment, she was busy baking bread. The most terrible thing was that she also fed her traditional Chinese medicine and bread, which made her suffer unspeakably.
A while later, Chu Xiaxing and Han Chuning hurried back to their apartment. Han Chuning also ordered a takeaway for Chu Xiaxing, choosing from her favorite restaurant. Chu Xiaxing sat at a small table to eat while Han Chuning cleaned up the scene by the bathtub. Only then did they have time to talk about the cause and effect.
Han Chuning finally finished cleaning the toilet. As a young person, she had a good receptive ability. After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, she said in surprise, “Auntie, you are the beginning of Jinjiang literature!”
Chu Xiaxing was lowering her head to eat. When she heard the words, she said, “What is Jinjiang literature?”
Han Chuning: “Jinjiang is a novel website. A lot of TV dramas are their adaptations. I often read the novels on it.”
Chu Xiaxing: “I never heard of it.”
Han Chuning murmured, “That’s because you cooperate with renowned screenwriters. You don’t make adaptations for TV series…”
Chu Xiaxing raised her eyebrows and said, “Who told you that I don’t make novel adaptations? Back then, I did…”
Han Chuning: “Oh, Jinjiang does not have serious novels, like Yu Hua’s “Alive”!”
Chu Xiaxing: “You used to read indecent novels online every day?”
Han Chuning: “…” I feel that something is wrong with these words.
While Chu Xiaxing was eating the takeout, she looked around the house and commented, “Although this place looks small, everything is quite complete, just as messy as your home.”
Chu Xiaxin lived in a studio apartment at Shangshui Shangdian. It only had a bedroom and a bathroom, an open kitchen, and a bed within two steps. The room was also messy, with clutter everywhere. She had no idea how these children usually lived.
Han Chuning: “Let’s call a car and go back. I happen to bring your house key.
As Chu Xiaxing had no husband and children, she had long decided to let Han Chuning inherit her wealth. Otherwise, her niece would not have presided over the funeral. Han Chuning now happened to return everything to the original owner. She was not greedy for wealth; the return of her relatives was most important.
Chu Xiaxing shook her head. “I won’t go back tonight. Wait for a few days.”
Han Chuning was puzzled. “Why? Don’t you hate living in small rooms the most?”
Chu Xiaxing: “Xiaxin may come back. I will stay here and wait for her.”
Han Chuning was stunned when she heard the words. She then remembered the original owner of the body and cautiously said: “But isn’t she already…”
Chu Xiaxing calmly said, “If she really doesn’t come back, you just put some things in the room. You happen to have experience of holding a funeral not long ago. It doesn’t seem good for Chu Xiaxin to have nowhere to go, not even having a place to return.”
Only after Chu Xiaxing wandered around as a soul did she realize the importance of returning home for the first seven days, which meant that there were still people in the world who were thinking about you. Chu Xiaxin said at the time that none of her parents were alive, and she had no relatives or friends to rely on. She was homeless, which made her unforgettable.
Han Chuning knew that her auntie looked fierce on the surface but was the most soft-hearted. She hurriedly responded, “Okay. Then, I’ll stay here with you tonight.”
Chu Xiaxing had a hunch in her heart that Chu Xiaxin might not come back again. The soul could only be out of the body for an hour or two, but the manager only came to Chu Xiaxin five or six hours later. As she thought of the blue, weeping, melancholy soul, for a moment, her heart was troubled.
Han Chuning took off her shoes and nestled on the bed. She wrapped herself in a quilt and whispered, “Auntie, if she really comes back, will it be scary? Actually, I’m a little afraid of ghosts.”
Chu Xiaxing’s expression was overcast as she scolded, “I don’t see you afraid of me now.”
Han Chuning: “Oh my, a relative’s ghost is different from outsider ghosts. Besides, even if you’re a ghost, you are still my auntie!”
Chu Xiaxin: “Rather than being scared, I think you might scare the ghosts.” Chu Xiaxin looked more miserable than Han Chuning.
