The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 115 - : 115: Fang Bao: Jiang Zhi, I miss you

Chapter 115: 115: Fang Bao: Jiang Zhi, I miss you

“Zhou Xufang, you’re not clingy enough with me.”

Zhou Xufang’s experience with interpersonal relationships was basically nil.

Clingy, that word was a bit beyond her comprehension. Hmm, she didn’t quite understand—should she stick to Jiang Zhi every single day like those eight warming pads?

“I’m going back now, and you don’t seem to care at all.”

His tone sounded annoyed, but he was full of grievances. He even huffed at her, like a spoiled cat. When you stop pampering it, it can throw quite a tantrum, and it might even pat you with its chubby paws.

As expected.

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He nibbled on her chin again, forcefully.

Zhou Xufang calmly wiped off his saliva: “I do care.” It’s just that, she said, “but we can see each other tomorrow.”

She disapproved of his saliva!

Jiang Zhi’s slightly mollified mood flared up again: “You don’t even kiss me on your own.”

Zhou Xufang’s serious face crumbled into shyness: “There are, there are people.”

It should be mentioned that when Zhou Xufang watched television, she would look up at the ceiling and take a sip of milk to calm down whenever a kissing scene came on.

After dating Jiang Zhi, she got slightly better. She dared to watch with squinted eyes.

Jiang Zhi was talented in those areas, having directed various kinds of passionate kissing scenes.

“Lin Wanwan,” Jiang Zhi commanded, “leave.”

Ah Wan: “…Oh.”

Such a beast, this employer of hers.

Jiang Zhi rolled up the car window and moved his face closer: “Zhou Xufang, there’s no one around now.”

Zhou Xufang looked around, peeking in every direction.

Jiang Zhi watched her panicked look with amusement: “Why do you act like a thief when kissing your boyfriend?”

Ah Wan crouched down five meters away on the roadside.

Zhou Xufang quickly covered his mouth: “Don’t be so loud, if someone discovers us it won’t have a good—”

Jiang Zhi wasn’t listening anymore, he removed her hand and kissed her chattering mouth.

After a while, Jiang Zhi let Zhou Xufang get out of the car, Ah Wan had already given up hope for this morally degenerate world, too lazy to even roll her eyes at the self-satisfied Mr. Jiang.

Zhou Xufang sneaked back into the residential area like a thief.

The Maybach waited for a quarter of an hour, then started up and drove away. Thirty seconds later, a black Volvo drove out of the neighborhood and followed it.

The Volvo was Zhou Xufang’s car, a bit on the pricier side, and Jiang Zhi didn’t know it was hers. She secretly saw Jiang Zhi back to his place, a round trip that took nearly two hours. By the time she returned to the neighborhood, it was already past ten.

She parked the car and went to buy two rows of AD calcium milk at the neighborhood convenience store, crouching at one side to drink.

Wen Baiyang also crouched down, typed something on his phone, and showed it to Zhou Xufang.

“Will you come over to work part-time later?”

Zhou Xufang said: “I’ll come.”

Wen Baiyang brought two small stools over, she sat on one and offered the other to Zhou Xufang: “You seem to be in a bad mood.”

Zhou Xufang shook her head: “I haven’t been sleeping well recently, always having dreams.” Always dreaming of that attic in the Luo Family.

Wen Baiyang pulled out a very small canvas bag from his jacket pocket. The bag was sealed, and inside was a portable music player, an old model from many years ago.

He handed one of the earphones to Zhou Xufang: “I used to have dreams as well, this is from my benefactor, and it’s very effective when I can’t sleep.” He added, “Even though I can’t hear it.”

A gentle piano piece played in her ear, a song Zhou Xufang had never heard before. This old music player had been well-maintained, signifying its original owner was someone very cherished by Wen Baiyang.

“A benefactor?”

“Yes, the one who brought me out of the mountain.” He used sign language, stating, “I have two benefactors. They are both very kind people.”

Zhou Xufang had already learned to understand simple sign language.

“You are too,” she replied in sign language. “You are also a very kind person.”

Wen Baiyang smiled, his round eyes shining like the stars in the sky.

Zhou Xufang finished drinking her two rows of AD calcium milk while sitting and got up from the stool: “I’m going home now, I’ll come back later.”

Wen Baiyang nodded.

Guided by the streetlights, she stepped on the shadows of the cedar trees scattered on the ground and slowly made her way back to the neighborhood, the shadows on the ground swaying, and her hair tips flickering as well.

The night was beautiful.

The neighborhood guard, Mr. Fang, had recently brought his dog along— a well-behaved Golden Retriever named Gui Fei. Gui Fei recognized Zhou Xufang from afar and wagged her tail at her.

Mr. Fang emerged from the guardroom, his face creased with a smile, “Xu Fang is back.”

Ah Wan and Mr. Fang were very friendly to Zhou Xufang, so friendly that she almost forgot that it was her red eyes that had terrified the previous guard into fleeing in utter panic.

Although Zhou Xufang hardly interacted with others, when others treated her with courtesy, she would try to respond as a normal person would. She approached and greeted, “Good evening, Uncle Fang.”

Mr. Fang’s eyes filled with even more affection as he looked at her, “Ah, dear, you really are well-behaved.”

Ah Wan continued wagging its tail.

From a distance, under the dim street lights, Wen Baiyang stood in front of the convenience store with a faint smile on his lips: Her benefactor was a very good person.

That year, when Wen Baiyang was only fourteen, she lived in a small wooden house on Da Mai Mountain with her grandmother. Then, a fire consumed their modest home, no more than twenty square meters in size.

“Bai Yang!”

“Bai Yang!”

“My Bai Yang is still inside, quick, put out the fire, put out the fire!”

The old woman, with her white hair and hunched back, was being pulled along as she loudly called for help, crying that her granddaughter was still inside, begging people to go rescue her.

The village chief of Wenjia Village was an eighty-year-old man, the eldest and most influential person in the village. He spoke up.

He said, “Add more firewood.”

It was then that the old woman had a sudden realization, “It was you… you are the ones who set the fire?”

At that moment, there was a cacophony of voices, some people holding spatulas, some with rolling pins, and others with hoes in their hands.

“Aunt Lian, we told you to drive her out of the village long ago, but you wouldn’t.”

“A disaster born of incest, better off dead.”

“Her dad’s dead, her mom ran off, only she’s tough enough to survive, bringing death to so many.”

“How long has it been since Da Mai Mountain got any rain? It’s all because of this disaster.”

“Hurry, add more firewood, burn her to death!”

“…”

A living girl, just fourteen years old, merely unable to speak, merely deaf, merely burdened with selfish parents, was deemed unforgivable in this backward village.

The old woman cried, the villagers shouted, and the children cheered, saying, “It’s raining, it’s raining, the disaster is going to die…”

That day, the wind was fierce, it had been a long time since Da Mai Mountain had seen rain, and the dry tinder met a raging fire, burning fiercely.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “Who went in there?”

“It looks like the Tieshan Family’s guest.”

“She’s come out!”

The sealed door flung wide open, and the girl emerged, holding the girl she had rescued from the fire, her face blackened, unconscious.

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In the blink of an eye, the girl had moved from the doorway to the front of the villagers.

She raised her head, “Why burn her?”

“A demon, a demon…”

Later on, the village was abuzz with rumors, saying the Tieshan Family’s guest was a demon, with eyes the color of blood, that she floated in the air, that she had no legs, that she devoured children, that she killed people and set fires.

No one spoke of how that girl had saved two lives in the Tieshan Family.

The girl left.

The girl’s tragedy did not end there; just two months later, she was ordered by the village chief to undergo the village’s justice. Wenjia Village was a backward village, isolated from the world for many years, and some of the old ancestral rules were still in use, such as—drowning those who committed grave errors.

It was done with a cage nailed shut with wood, locking the person inside, weighing it down with stones, and then slowly lowering the caged person into the pond.

The girl was deaf-mute, unable to cry or call for help, and her grandmother had already fainted from crying, with no one to plead for her.

Then, he arrived, emerging from the afterglow of the setting sun.

He was a dashing young man.

“What’s going on here?”

Da Mai Mountain seldom saw outsiders, and the villagers warily watched the stranger who had suddenly appeared, demanding, “Who are you?”

The man was very young, barely in his early twenties, with a blade of grass in his mouth, wearing combat gear with camouflage on his face, which still didn’t hide his rebelliousness.

“First, answer me, are you trying to kill her?”

The old village chief said sternly, “This is our village’s affair. If you want to leave Da Mai Mountain alive, mind your own business.”

“A threat, is it?” He removed his hat, swept back his hair, and put the hat back on. He smiled, leisurely stating, “Add another crime to your list.”

One of the bolder villagers had already swung up a hoe, “Just who are you?!”

He leisurely spat out two words, “Police.” Then, he methodically drew his gun, “Now, get those hands up.”

The ignorant and backward villagers had never seen such a posture, they were all frightened out of their wits, stepping aside to make way for the police to drag the caged girl from the pond, her face covered with a black cloth.

When the cloth was yanked off, it turned out to be a little girl.

He asked, “What’s your name?”

The girl pointed to her own throat and shook her head.

She couldn’t speak.

He didn’t ask any further and dialed a number, requesting support, “Captain Cheng, eight hundred meters inside Guankou—”

A hand reached out from the cage and grabbed his pant leg.

“Wen Baiyang.”

She scribbled her name awkwardly on the ground with her finger.

He said, “Nice name,” and then continued the call, “Eight hundred meters inside Guankou, Wenjia Village, bring people over right away.”

Moments later, he hung up the phone, his back to the setting sun as he looked at the girl in the cage and said a name.

“Qiao Nanchu.”

Suddenly, her cell phone in her pocket vibrated, pulling Wen Baiyang out of her memories.

Her phone and computer were linked by software; it was Zhou Xufang looking for her.

“Shuangjiang.”

She turned on her computer and sent over a smiley emoji.

The computer had special software installed that could convert Zhou Xufang’s voice into text, “Help me look up someone.”

“Who?”

“Luo San.”

Luo San…

She had briefly looked up the Luo Family when investigating Luo Qinghe before and had a slight impression of Luo San, “The Luo Family?”

Zhou Xufang said, “He’s an adopted son of the Luo Family.”

She remembered, “Didn’t the Luo Family’s adopted son pass away? Why are you looking for him?”

“He might be someone I know.”

She sent a question mark.

“I have a memory of the Luo Family’s attic,” Zhou Xufang was silent for a while, “I’ve dreamt of Luo San. It might not have been a dream, perhaps I witnessed something.”

In her memory, there was the Luo Family’s attic and Luo San, leaving only two possibilities: she was a participant, or she was a bystander.

“Alright, I’ll look into it.”

That night, Zhou Xufang dreamt again, still of the Luo Family’s attic. In the attic was a window, outside of which stood a large camphor tree, voices were calling from outside.

“Luo San.”

“Luo San.”

They were the voices of young men.

Then the little bald boy ran out from the attic, his head freshly shaved, very sleek.

The young man was standing with his back to him under the tree, “Come here.”

The little bald boy ran over, opening his hand to reveal a piece of meat, grinning foolishly.

The young man seemed a bit annoyed with him, poking his head, “Did you steal the braised meat again?”

“You little idiot, who said I like meat?”

“And what’s with your head? It looks terrible.”

The little fool still smiled.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck, and Zhou Xufang opened her eyes, sitting up, calming down for a few minutes before lying down again. She was startled awake from the dream, and once she closed her eyes she couldn’t fall asleep again. She tossed and turned in bed for a long time, still without a hint of sleepiness, so she finally got up, changed her clothes, and went out.

It was already two o’clock in the morning.

The guard dog at the Jiang Mansion suddenly started barking, “Woof!”

It was a Tibetan Mastiff, kept for guarding the house.

“Woof Woof!”

“Woof Woof!”

The butler, Jiang Chuan, who hadn’t gone to bed yet, shouted from the veranda, “Fula.”

The mastiff was named Fula, a name bestowed by the Old Madam.

Fula tilted its head back and continued howling, “Woof woof!”

“In the middle of the night, what are you barking for?” Jiang Chuan walked into the courtyard, scolding the Tibetan Mastiff, “Don’t bark anymore. If you wake up the Old Madam, I’ll stew you!”

Fula barked once more before returning to its kennel.

Boom—a sudden clap of thunder sounded.

Jiang Zhi opened his eyes to see a head hanging upside down above the window—a head so dark it was almost indiscernible.

It took him a good while before he exhaled a breath, didn’t turn on the light, and illuminated the figure with his phone’s torch, “Zhou Xufang.”

The head tilted slightly.

Jiang Zhi threw off the covers and slipped out of bed, shuffling over to the window in the pink rabbit slippers Zhou Xufang had given him, “Are you trying to scare your boyfriend to death?”

Ah, he recognized her.

Such joy.

The head wobbled from side to side, quite merrily.

The sight was so spooky that Jiang Zhi found it amusing, so he opened the window.

The head asked, “Do I look like a female ghost?”

Jiang Zhi told the truth, “You do.”

“Then how did you still recognize me?” The head hanging upside down twisted back, revealing a pitch-black skull as she explained to Jiang Zhi, “You see, I covered my skull and the back of my head entirely.”

Now she looked even more like a female ghost.

Jiang Zhi shone the flashlight of his phone on her. Indeed, it was tough to spot her face, but with her hanging there, he just knew that this was nobody else’s head but Zhou Xufang’s.

No sleight of hand, he just knew.

“Even turned to ashes, you’d still be Zhou Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang, with her foot hooked on the security bars, flipped around, finally revealing her body—not just a head anymore, but a dark lump, wrapped up from head to toe, with only her eyes showing. She crouched on the security bars, looking at Jiang Zhi and asked, “Aren’t you afraid?”

Jiang Chuan leaned out a bit, approaching the dark lump and teased her, “Zhou ghost girl, will you drain my Yang energy?”

The ghost girl shook her head.

“Then what is there to be afraid of?” Seeing her perched on the security bars outside, Jiang Zhi was filled with trepidation, fearing she might fall, “We have security bars here, you can’t come in. I’ll go open the front door—you first—”

But she already pried open the security bars with one hand.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Zhou Xufang immediately regretted her brashness, feeling she was too forceful, and quickly adopted a gentle tone in the guise of a demure girl, “Did I frighten you?”

Jiang Zhi shone the light of his phone on her face, staring intently, “Are you really a little ghost girl?”

She pondered, “I am, yeah.”

Jiang Zhi laughed and stepped aside, “Come in then, little ghost girl, and have your fill of Yang energy.”

Zhou·Little Ghost Girl·Xufang slipped right in.

Jiang Zhi closed the window, “Why are you not sleeping at this late hour and running to my place—”

Before he could finish.

Zhou Xufang lunged forward, and they both tumbled onto the bed where she clung to him tightly.

Jiang Zhi’s senses were jumbled from the fall, his hand reflexively embracing her around the waist. The small girl on top of him wasn’t heavy, and she smelled of milk.

He felt the back of her head, still wrapped up tightly, “What’s this about?”

Zhou Xufang rubbed against him with her equally snugly wrapped skull, her muffled and soft voice carrying affection, “I missed you.”

This girl was getting the hang of coquettishness.

Jiang Zhi helped her sit up, removed her hat, mask, and scarf, then got out of bed to take off her shoes for her, “Then don’t leave. Sleep here with me.”

Zhou Xufang tilted her head, obedient, “Okay.”

She was unusually docile.

This girl was thin-skinned, like an old cadre; what was with her today, becoming so clingy?

Jiang Zhi turned on the bedside lamp, taking a moment to look at her in the light, “Your coat.”

“Oh.”

After some rustling, she took off her coat, sweater, and pants, and slipped into the bed wearing just her thermal underwear, the thermal set… well, an elderly style.

She rolled to the innermost side of the bed, covered up well, showing just a head, “Jiang Zhi, hurry over. You sleep on the outside.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

His little ghost girl was quite forward tonight.