Ch8 - Hello Uncle (8) — What do you Want to Know?

Su An still glanced back.

However, just now the knight had already run a hundred thousand miles, and he could only see a small black spot that couldn’t even distinguish the gender. 

Shen Zhangxiu also wore a black riding attire, and this tailor-made contour set gives his body the shape of a Western European knight in armor. One of his long, slender, hands rested gently on Su An’s shoulders, “An-An”, he lowered his head to a look at Su An, narrowing his eyes slightly, “Who are you looking at?”

“Looking at the person who just rode the horse,” Cheng Su’an smiled shyly, “That person looks really powerful.”

When facing Shen Zhangxiu, Su An was always nervous. The feelings Shen Zhangxiu and Chu He brought to him were actually very different, but the occasional clues always gave Su An a depressing deju vu feeling.

He is like Chu He, but not like Chu He. 

“My equestrian skills are also good,” Shen Zhangxiu laughed. “No one is born to ride horses. Just practice more.”

There are two horses in front, and the more docile one is for Su An. Su An got on the horse with the help of the horse farm coach. The coach hurriedly said: “Hold it!” then ran to the front to lead the horse.

After being led a few steps, Su An gradually relaxed. There was faint green in the distance, so Su An asked curiously, “A forest outside the horse farm?”

The horse farm coach skillfully introduced, “It’s a forest, but it’s an artificially planted forest. It is connected to the horse farm, so if any guests feel bored in the horse farm, they can also run two laps in the forest.”

Su An: “That would require riding skills, right?”

“It’s good to get familiar with it,” said the horse farm coach while adjusting the direction, “You may not be able to adjust well for the first time, just come a few more times. Those who dare to run in basically have a certain foundation. If you are curious, I can take you in for a walk.”

Su An grabbed the horse rope and shook his head, “It’s fine here.”

Along the way, Su An and Shen Zhangxiu chatted a few words, and Shen Zhangxiu did not leak any water, and he hardly allowed Su An to get any useful information. Su An sighed at Shen Zhangxiu’s difficulty, and suddenly asked, “Brother-in-law, how did you and my sister meet?”

Shen Zhangxiu squinted his eyes, as if he was reminiscing, but after a long time he was uncertain: “It should be at a banquet.”

Scumbag, you’ve f*cking forgotten yourself.

Su An: “Did brother-in-law fall in love with my sister at first sight?” 

Shen Zhangxiu smiled without saying a word.

Cheng Su’an blinked, “Brother-in-law?”

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“Suqing is very beautiful,” Shen Zhangxiu said slowly, “Many people treat her favorably because of her looks.”

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In the end, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He got off the horse and ran into the lounge to rehydrate and rest. 

After a while, the door of the lounge was pushed open. Su An looked up and someone walked in.

The man’s body is still steaming hot, his footsteps are rapid. He took off his gloves and unbuttoned his shirt expressionlessly. A blood-red tattoo spread upward on his pale neck, which looked like a living thing after being stained with sweat.

Why is it He Xiran again?

Su An stepped back and hid himself behind the staff. 

He Xiran burned a lot of sweat, and his hair was also damp with sweat. It can be seen that He Xiran is really not a vampire. Where can a vampire come here and cool down like a furnace?

Then a cautious thought suddenly emerged, could he be a mutant species of vampires?

The staff hurriedly brought ice water and towels. Su An has had enough rest, and he doesn’t want to see He Xiran unprepared. He was just about to take advantage of the chaos to leave, when the assistant next to He Xiran saw him, and his eyes lit up, and said loudly, “Little student Cheng Su’an?”

He Xiran heard this and immediately looked at Su An with a hot breath. The gray-green in his eyes was vaporized with a light mist, catching Su An precisely in the crowd. 

“Hello, Mr. He,” Su An walked out from behind the staff, smiling awkwardly and politely, “Hello, Assistant Uncle.”

“Hello, little student.” The assistant looked at him up and down in surprise, “I didn’t expect to you him here. This little student looks really good after wearing a riding clothes, right, boss?”

Su An smiled embarrassedly, and a light flash from the corner of He Xiran’s eyes.

He Xiran closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, “Go get me a pack of cigarettes.” 

The assistant shrugged and left, and the staff in the lounge followed him. In a blink of an eye, there were only two of them left in the whole lounge.

In the quiet room, He Xiran’s breathing is slightly heavier than usual. Su An paused, and walked to He Xiran. He bent down and softened his voice, “Mr. He, did you and my brother-in-law have the whole horse farm chartered?”

There are only He Xiran and Shen Zhangxiu in this entire horse farm. In addition, He Xiran called Shen Zhangxiu yesterday, and Shen Zhenxiu’s expression was so dark. Su An felt that there was a high probability that He Xiran used some method to force Shen Zhangxiu to accept being on the same horse farm as him.

He Xiran is a painter and Shen Zhangxiu is a businessman, but now He Xiran seems more than just a simple painter. 

He Xiran still closed his eyes and hummed casually.

Su An’s voice is mixed with honey, one word is sweeter than the other, “My tone when I was speaking with you yesterday was not good, Mr. He, don’t be angry.”

He Xiran’s chest was quietly rising and falling. If he’s not alive, he was going to think that he was a corpse.

Su An continued to speak, his eyes trembled and he looked a bit uneasy, “After you said something like that to me on the rooftop, I was a little scared…this kind of thing is extraordinary. Brother-in-law is so kind and gentle, unlike you. Saying something like that, is there some misunderstanding between you?” 

He Xiran said lightly: “He told you that I was sick.”

“…” Su An was speechless. Shen Zhangxiu said this, and he suspected him of lying, but, “Mr. He, then I will take the liberty to ask, what is the medicine you take in the studio before?”

He Xiran raised his eyes and his eyelids lifted, “You do not believe my words.”

Cheng Su’an closed his mouth. 

You are an unfamiliar outsider, why should you ask others not to listen to their brother-in-law, and listen to you?

The assistant knocked on the door and came in, delivering a pack of cigarettes. He Xiran calmly took out a cigarette in his mouth, and smoke sprayed all over Su An’s face. Su An was choked and coughed, he sniffed then took a step back.

He Xiran laughed mockingly. Su An raised his hand to cover his nose and mouth, and gave He Xiran a light glance, “Mr. He.”

He Xiran shook the cigarette ash, “What do you want to know?” 

Su An’s heart jumped, and he looked at He Xiran fixedly.

He Xiran lightly opened his lips and took another sip of his cigarette, and spit it out.

At such an intense moment, Su An felt his lips were dry.

He licked his lips and glanced at the assistant. The assistant got up and walked outside with a wink, “You guys continue to talk, I’ll go to the toilet.” 

The door of the lounge was closed again, Su An had many questions to ask. But he swallowed them one by one. What He Xiran said had a very important premise, he is not Chu He, and his words are not true.

But apart from He Xiran himself, he’s afraid that no one else can know who he is and whether he is telling lies or truth.

Su An hesitated for a while and lowered his voice: “You said that brother-in-law killed your sister. Is there any evidence?”

He Xiran glanced sideways at the window, and Su An keenly followed and glanced outside. Outside the window, the distant mountains are undulating, and there were few people on the horse farm nearby, and the branches of the tree were about to poke the glass windows. 

He Xiran turned his head, and calmly said: “No.”

“…” Su An pulled out a hypocritical smile, “Uncle He, did everything you said to me before turn out to be a joke?”

“I have no evidence, but it does not mean that the evidence does not exist.” He Xiran tone’s did not change at all. He raised his eyes and looked at his hand suddenly, “The wound is scarred.”

Su An subconsciously glanced at his hand. There was a red mark that had been cut with a red scar across the soft palm of his hand, which opens and closes often, and thus it heals very slowly. 

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at He Xiran. He Xiran’s cigarette was about to be burned to half. He is concentrating on the scar on Su An’s hand, and he looks fully concentrated.

Su An tentatively raised his hand, and He Xiran’s gaze slowly followed his hand. Su An raised his eyebrows and suddenly put his hand on his lips and licked it.

He Xiran was amazed, and finally put his eyes on his face, and met his gaze silently.

“Uncle He,” Cheng Su’an’s eyes were full of pure curiosity, he titled his head, “Is my blood delicious?” 

He Xiran was smoking a cigarette, seemingly unmoved by Su An’s movements. His slender legs overlapped, and his riding boots were leveled off, and the entire person had two words “calm” written down from his hair strands.

Oh no, maybe it’s the three words “sex-indifference“. 

Su An can still taste a bit of blood in his wound, he frowned and put down his hand, then he honestly commented: “It’s unpalatable.” There was a fishy smell.

The clock on the wall has been running for fifteen minutes, and Su An should also leave. He thought for a while and asked the last question, his expression was quite sincere. “Uncle. I call you Uncle, so can you tell me sincerely, is what you said true, you don’t have any mental illness?”

He Xiran pinched out the smoke, “Yes.”

Su An left with a smile after thanking He Xiran. 

A minute after he left, the assistant carefully walked in with a glass of ice water in his hand. As soon as he put down the water, the assistant was surprised and said: “Boss, why has your tattoo darkened again?”

He Xiran raised his neck back, he closed his eyes and said nothing. He swept his hair behind his ears, and on his slender neck, the pigeon blood tattoo that had been fading away came out from his neckline again.

It was hot just now.

Now the heat has faded, but his tattoo has come out again.