Paper horse incense shop

No questioning tone, no unnecessary eyes even.

Without any hesitation, I turned my intention to sit down into getting up, turned around and walked upstairs.

A series of actions were done in one go, like a fish in water.

Several eyes from behind fell on me, as if they were real.

I don’t have to look back to know who the sharpest one belongs to.

It's Yang Jinhua.

I quickly changed my clothes and went downstairs. This time Yang Jinhua finally looked at me with softer eyes:

"Sit down and eat, good girl."

I sat down obediently. The only sound in the entire restaurant was the occasional clink of knives and forks. Other than that, it was silent.

Yang Jinhua put down the toast that had been twisted out of shape by herself, and the servant Dachun standing beside him quickly stepped forward and handed over the hot towel.

The wet and hot towel was carefully wiped over Yang Jinhua's well-maintained fingers.

As if she had obsessive-compulsive disorder, she did it over and over again, and it wasn't until she changed three towels that she stopped.

Yang Jinhua casually threw the towel back to the servant, as if informing or talking to herself, and said very abruptly:

"The little apprentice is gone."

Young apprentice, half an eye, Yang Jian.

I discovered earlier that both of these two people have the surname Yang, maybe from the same family.

But then I thought about it, the family relationship should be more catchy than the master-student relationship, especially when the less famous husband/master died early.

If Yang Jinhua is really Yang Jian's sister, aunt, or other clan relationship, then normal people should call her according to their original kinship relationship.

And the half-eyed Yang Jinhua is just the 'Master's wife'.

Therefore, there is a high probability that it does not have its own relative buff.

Are these two people only connected through Yang Jinhua's ex-husband?

Then why does Yang Jinhua care so much about her ex-husband's apprentice?

Is it just a desire for control due to personality?

It can't be

The other party was still waiting, so I didn’t hesitate for too long and nodded:

"I know, aunt."

Yang Jinhua raised her eyelids and rubbed her fingers covered with kodan unconsciously:

"The funeral report has been reported to you?"

I thought about it and didn’t have much explanation:

"Yes, it's time to go to the funeral home now."

"Auntie, do you want to take Uncle Yang back?"

Yang Jinhua was thinking about something, but when she heard my words clearly, she was stunned:

".No way."

Not picking it up?

Yang Jinhua didn't say much, just said lightly:

"In my life, I am most annoyed by disobedient things."

"Since he said he would die outside and not come back, then let him die outside."

In fact, it is a suffocating desire for control.

The ethical suspicion that had just arisen in my mind was instantly wiped out.

I remained silent and didn't speak. Yang Jinhua seemed to have lost interest. She put her fair and petite fingers on the table and stood up:

"I'm going to take a nap. Wait for me in the living room at four o'clock in the afternoon on time."

"Wear this outfit, light-colored brocade shoes with dotted soles, and wear your hair on one side with a hairpin."

I nodded in agreement, stood up, and watched the other party go away.

Chen Dachun on the side saw that there was no one else, and quickly came to my side:

"Miss, there's still some time before four o'clock. Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"I'll drive you."

Chen Dachun didn't say this yesterday.

The other person's eyes were eager, and I glanced at him:

"Walk."

Chen Dachun didn't hesitate, and immediately drove the car to the door of the villa. I got in the car, ignored the way he kept peeking into the rearview mirror, and began to close my eyes and rest. As the vehicle drove out of the villa area, Chen Dachun stepped on the accelerator at the traffic light intersection. As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his hand and turned off something in the front seat of the vehicle. He turned around eagerly and said:

"Miss, you are absolutely right."

"I went to work as usual today and helped the master deliver breakfast. The master didn't say anything. It was acquiesced that I could stay!"

Is this strange?

This is not surprising at all.

Yang Jinhua originally had some obsessive-compulsive disorder and a strong desire for control.

She can call Chen Dachun 'Da Shachun', and also let the other party have access to more private things such as her card bag. Yang Jinhua will definitely not be willing to break the finished product she has trained and break the peace that should be at this stage.

The news of Yang Jian's death yesterday was so sudden that Yang Jinhua suffered an emotional breakdown.

But Yang Jinhua seems to be a very strong person at first glance, and she will never be sad for too long.

Go to work as usual today, Yang Jinhua will never say anything.

I didn't answer Chen Dachun's words, but Chen Dachun became even more eager to try:

"Miss."

"If I'm not being presumptuous, I'd like to ask you one more question, okay?"

I opened my eyes:

"If I said no, wouldn't you still ask?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just talk."

Chen Dachun held the steering wheel tightly and straightened his back. I could see half of his face, but his nervousness could be seen without even using my eyes.

He licked his trembling and chapped lips, ignored the honking of horns behind the car, and asked:

"You are a relative of Sister Jinhua, right?"

"I want to ask, does she like young people?"

My eyebrows twitched, and I almost thought I heard wrong:

"what?"

Chen Dachun was extremely embarrassed. The car behind him was driving hard. Not far away, a traffic policeman in uniform stepped forward. He hurriedly stepped on the accelerator. The inertia came and my head almost hit the window.

After crossing the intersection, Chen Dachun breathed a sigh of relief without the obstruction of others.

I rubbed my shoulders:

".Find a parking space, stop and say."

This Chen Dachun has obviously been serving Yang Jinhua in the villa. He can drive, but rarely drives.

After hearing what I said, I quickly found a parking space on the street and parked my car properly in the parking space.

The streets were busy with traffic, and the car was silent except for Chen Dachun's slightly nervous and heavy breathing.

Chen Dachun seemed eager to hear the answer and said again:

"You seem to be able to guess the master's thoughts very well."

"Can you tell me what the master likes or what kind of people she likes? What do you think of men who are a little younger than her?"

I understood this time.

But I also fell silent.

After a long time, I said:

"You like Aunt Yang."

Chen Dachun's face suddenly turned red when he was bluntly exposed. He hesitated for a long time, took several deep breaths, and then slowly nodded:

"Yes."

I'm a little curious:

"How old are you? Twenty-five? Twenty-eight?"

Chen Dachun said honestly:

"Twenty-four years old, twenty-five years old."

"It's only been two years since I graduated."

I was silent for a second:

"You really don't take any detours at all."

"Do you know how old Aunt Yang is?"

There was a moment of silence in the car. After a second passed, Chen Dachun was shaking all over. The veins in his hand holding the square plate bulged out, as if he was completely irritated:

"I won't allow you to tarnish my love!"

"Why take a detour? Even if I don't have money, I am still willing to love such a beautiful sister!" (End of Chapter)