If you are targeted by a cold and beautiful girl

Chapter 217 The Mysterious Eastern Wisdom (Please vote for me and subscribe)

"What?..." Jiuge wondered if he heard it wrong.

The condition is that you either become the other person's mother or you say that you are not as good-looking as a ten-year-old girl with colorful hair?
The first condition is that it would be okay if this little girl recognized her father as An Chen, but it was clear that the person she called father just now was Zhang Zhidong.

As for the second condition...it was an obvious lie. I felt it would be humiliating if I really said it, and An Chen was still standing beside him holding his hand.

Thinking of this, Jiu Ge secretly glanced at An Chen next to him.

Not sure if it was her imagination, but she felt a strange smile appear on An Chen's face.

It looks... strange...

"..." Zhang Zhidong said nothing.

Although Xiaoxiao was still held in his arms, he obviously turned his head to the knight in the distance, deliberately not looking at the expressions of An Chen and Jiuge.

Zhang Zhidong just has a big heart. Big heart doesn't mean others are stupid.

Not to mention the knights.

He heard the conversation between Xiaoxiao and Jiuge in the distance, and his whole body froze completely.

The knight, who has been forced to watch from the special seats recently, was deeply touched by An Chen and Jiu Ge's affectionate and inseparable love.

The little girl making such a request is tantamount to lighting a fire behind the tiger's tail.

As for the second request, he didn't think that Jiu Ge, who had been indifferent for so many years, would calmly say such things against his will.

"I mean..." Xiaoxiao didn't understand the situation in front of him.

Even though she saw Jiu Ge and An Chen holding hands as if they were a couple, she didn't take it seriously.

Xiaoxiao just thinks that she likes Zhang Zhidong no matter how she looks at him. If Jiuge is good-looking, it will be more honorable to be his mother. It will be more honorable to admit that he is prettier than her.

No matter which option Jiuge chooses, it will be profitable for Xiaoxiao.

"Huh? What do you mean? You can say it again, I didn't hear it clearly." An Chen's tone was gentle, and the smile on his face became wider.

"I mean... sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze!" Before Xiaoxiao could finish speaking, the person sneezed five times in a row.

"Strange... how can I still be sick after I'm dead?" She violently twitched the snot that was already coming out, her expression was very helpless and embarrassed.

Under normal circumstances, it should be impossible for people here to get sick.

"Not bad! Are you sick?" Zhang Zhidong turned around, his eyes widened, and his tone was full of disbelief.

"Here you go." Jiuge took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Xiaoxiao.

Turning around, she sighed helplessly.

"Maybe other people who have lost their minds can also talk." Jiuge blinked and winked at An Chen.

Holding An Chen's arm, she dragged An Chen toward the old man sitting on the sofa in the distance.

Compared with spirit bodies of other ages, it should be easier to communicate with the old man.

"Hello, grandpa, I want to ask you something." Jiuge glanced at An Chen and said to the old man.

The old man was looking at the newspaper in his hand motionlessly.

The date in the newspaper is still ten years ago.

There are also six words "Earthquake Special Report" written on the cover.

"Hello Grandpa, do you know where the evil thing that caused your death is?" Jiuge asked again.

The old man was still staring at the newspaper, motionless.

He turned over the newspaper with the hand with more age spots and frowned.
"Well..." Jiuge felt a little embarrassed.

My enthusiasm for taking the initiative to communicate with others was seriously damaged.

"Do you know where your cell phone went?" She suddenly thought of what was said in the news, and the old man's cell phone was also missing.

"..." After hearing this, the old man suddenly put down the newspaper.He sighed and stood up shakily.

Then, the old man kept digging into his waist pockets with both hands.

He kept digging, and kept digging, and he didn't stop this crazy action for several minutes.

"..." Jiuge's face turned serious.

"How about asking the landlady's husband?" An Chen suggested.

"Well..." Jiuge breathed out, nodded, and dragged An Chen to the opposite side of the sofa.

"Hello, do you know where the evil thing that caused your death is now?" She asked the boss lady's husband.

"The price of salt has increased..."

The husband of the landlady suddenly started to make plans.

"Why has the price increased so much... Everyone is rushing to buy it and I can't even buy it in time..." He muttered to the abacus.

"Salt...price increase?" Jiuge looked at An Chen with a puzzled look.

Could this be some clue she didn't understand?
"More than ten years ago, there seemed to be a trend of buying salt for a few days." An Chen explained with a wry smile.

"You can try asking about something related to him." He dragged Jiuge and took two more steps towards the landlady's husband.

"Were the people who appeared and disappeared out of thin air at that time the aboriginal spirits here?" Jiuge bravely asked one word at a time.

"People! Where are they?" The husband of the landlady suddenly stood up and started looking around.

"How come the person who was in front of me just now is gone?" He kept looking around, as if he was really looking for someone.

"..." Jiuge's face darkened.

Letting go of An Chen's arm, she looked at An Chen pitifully: "They ignored me..."

An Chen nodded and touched Jiuge's head: "This is a normal phenomenon, and they are not completely ignoring you."

After saying that, he looked thoughtfully at Xiaoxiao, who was already asleep in Zhang Zhidong's arms outside the elevator.

"Could this kid with colorful hair be the culprit?" Jiuge put his head next to An Chen's ear and began to conspire in a low voice.

"Maybe it is, but maybe it's not." An Chen also whispered to Jiuge and whispered.

"Why do I feel the same if you said it or not?" Jiuge frowned, a little confused.

"This is called nonsense literature, the golden mean." An Chen explained seriously with a serious expression.

"When you gain more knowledge in the future, you will know what I mean." He added in a deep voice.

"So that's it, I understand." Jiuge nodded heavily, with an expression that said there were still too many things that I didn't understand.

"I will study hard." She clenched her fists and looked heavy.

Jiuge has never thought that besides completely meaningless nonsense, there is such high-end stuff as nonsense literature.

Obviously nonsense literature is just nonsense with the word literature added to it, but it reveals the mysterious wisdom from the East.

Plus the four words golden mean...

She suddenly felt that her knowledge was too narrow.

"..." Seeing Jiuge's reaction, An Chen suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He began to worry that Jiu Ge would beat him up after he understood everything...

"Anyway..." An Chen decided to solve his own doubts first and divert Jiu Ge's attention at the moment.

"Anyway, what?" Jiuge raised his ears solemnly.

An Chen must continue to talk nonsense.

(End of this chapter)