Power Fantasy

Chapter 70 Goodbye Ruolan
"Uh-huh," Yizhe deliberately used a slightly changed tone of voice to express that he must be calling him.

"30 yuan a pound, it's so sweet." The vendor can understand people's tone and meaning.

"You said just now that you don't need money if you don't want sweets?"

"Yes, sir, it's so sweet. If it's not sweet, it's free of charge." The vendor fanned the wind with his straw hat and promised enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

"Okay, boss, how many of your unsweet things do I want?"

"Hey, I said you are really interesting, young man, do you want to buy oranges or make fun of me?"

"Haha, just kidding, then your oranges are naturally sweet, 30 Wen a catty, cheaper, 100 Wen and [-] catties, okay?"

I saw the peddler raised his eyebrows, gesticulated with his fingers, and then calmly said, "Come on, son, if you want to buy it sincerely, just do as you said, I will earn less, and I will give it to you for 100 renminbi." Weigh three catties."

"The weather is nice today." Yizhe looked at the sky. The sky was clear and the sun was bright and blue.

"Yes, it's not bad." The peddler had already weighed the oranges, and handed them to Yizhe in an oil finger bag. The square bag was attached with two straw ropes, just enough to be lifted by hand.

This is definitely a problem. The TV series I watch are all wrapped in oranges. Where can there be such a paper bag design.

"Did you design this paper bag? It's a clever hand." Yizhe wanted to dig into this problem.

The vendor looked at him like he was an alien, "Of course not, the whole street is in use."

"Where did this bag come from?"

"There is an oil paper bag workshop in Jinmen, and the people in the workshop pull a cart of oil paper bags along the street and sell them from one end to the other, and every vendor buys some, son, are you a foreigner?".Vendors will take the initiative to ask questions.

"Well, I usually don't come out much," Yizhe replied.

There have been workshops and division of labor, which is the beginning of capitalism.

Remember that the god of novels said that he would not interfere with everyone here.

And this vendor can definitely pass the Turing test, so it can be said that he is a real person.

Therefore, everyone is a super artificial intelligence under their own settings.

And maybe I am just an artificial intelligence with settings, and I will be cut off when I am about to do something inconsistent with the settings.

The whole world is set, and everyone is set too.

While still thinking, a familiar figure came into view, and Yizhe didn't need the second young master's memory to know that it was Ruolan.

The world of mortals comes and goes in a dream, how many idiots are in the misty rain.

Time will give memory a facelift, making the good things better, and making the bad things gradually become better.

Two years have made Ruolan more and more beautiful in memory, but seeing her again today, she is actually just an ordinary person, this is the truth.

In reality, Yizhe hasn't seen Ruolan for ten years, and since he moved to another city, he has never seen his childhood friend again.

Although I don’t know how much a person will change from the age of nine to 19, Izhe is sure that this is her who has grown up.

"Ruolan~" Yizhe called softly.

The woman was startled when she heard the sound. "Second Young Master".The expression on his face has gone through four seasons in just one time, and has waxed and waned over and over again.

The sound of "Second Young Master" is exactly the Milky Way drawn in the black sky, which is so far away that it is difficult to cross.

In fact, Ruolan knew the news of the second young master's return a few days ago, so she was still concerned about it, but as a wife, she only had her duty.

Yizhe wrote a letter to Ruolan in a childish handwriting, but he never received the reply, and he didn't even know if it had been delivered.

I also looked up the tickets to Haimen and saved a can of pocket money.

I thought that all the good memories would be blown away by the wind, but in fact, I can’t help but touch the softest part of my heart. Now that I am touched again, I have mixed feelings.

"Are you okay?" Looking at Ruolan, who looked a little thin and haggard in front of her, she had a white pointed chin, looked weak and pale, her head was tied up in a chic chignon, and her slanted hair covered most of her forehead.

Carved flower hairpins are inserted in the cloud temples that are lightly and slowly twisted. Although they are not expensive, they are very delicate, and they are proof of being married.

There is a simple and elegant sachet hanging on the waist, and the whole person is delicate.

"Go back to Second Young Master, I'm fine, thank Second Young Master for your concern."

Under the frosty reply, there were tears in my heart.

Yizhe had already walked up to Ruolan, and gently brushed her bangs away with his hand, she dodged away, shy and distant.

But Yizhe saw it clearly immediately, "Did Wu Er Er attack you?"

"No, we're fine," Ruolan denied while shaking her body lightly.

"Come back with me, you're going to piss me off!" What Yizhe hates most in his life is men who beat women, not to mention the women he can't bear to hurt.

Speaking of which, Yizhe grabbed Ruolan's wrist and was about to return home.

Ruolan struggled with her wrist, "Second Young Master, don't meddle in your own business."

"Business?" Yizhe was stunned.

"Yes, this is my family matter. Don't bother the second young master, I'm really fine."

Yizhe petrified in the street, Ruolan took the opportunity to twitch her hand and ran away step by step on tiptoe.But judging from the back view, it is clear that the left hand is thinking about the skirt and the right hand is wiping tears.

Wu Laoer! !Yizhe walked towards the servant's yard angrily.

The Wang family has a big business and a clear division of labor among the servants. The person in charge of the spoon never burns the fire, and the one who cooks the fire never carries water. Yard, dozens of wing rooms.

Ruolan was originally the second young master's wash girl and Wu Laoer was the cook in the yard. The day Yizhe left two years ago was their wedding day. The Wang family was very kind to the servants. The old lady approved a wing room for them as a wedding room, and even subsidized two taels of silver for the decoration expenses.

Yizhe naturally didn't know which one was their new house, but he saw the little pigeon drying the clothes first.

It is the little pigeon bought from Hongmanlou Wanliang and set a five-year agreement. Although it is the younger sister of Yizhe in name, it is naturally not true, so I also arranged a room to live here. Now I live in daily life. Still stable.

"Young Master, you are here." Little Pigeon did not call him Second Young Master.

Now the little pigeon is fourteen or fifteen years old, her figure is becoming more and more curvy, and her movements are indescribably charming.

It's just that the scar on his face can't be ignored, it makes people feel very scary, a faint red mark is longer than half of his face.

"Yeah." Yizhe is not in the mood to chat with her at the moment, "I wonder which room Ruolan and Wu'er live in?"

Seeing that Yizhe didn't talk to him much, the little pigeon was a little disappointed, and pointed to the next room, "It's next to me, but there's no one there right now."

"Ruolan didn't come back?" Yi Zhe asked.

"No, Ruolan is serving the old lady, why did she come back so early?"

That's right, Ruolan is just a servant of the family, and the little pigeon must have thought she was serving the old lady, so Yi Zhe asked, "What happened in the past two years after I left?"

"In the past two years, the master asked me to study with the third young master. I have read a lot of books, and I still remember the five-year agreement between the young master and me. As for me, I still like the young master from the bottom of my heart, and I like him more and more. ,Then"

Worrying that Xiaogezi would continue to count Jiazhen in detail, Yizhe added, "I mean Ruolan".Indeed, that is all he cares about now.

Only then did the little pigeon try to recall, "The morning after you left, the master arranged for sister Ruoju to take me here. That was the first time I saw sister Ruolan.
At that time, she and Wu Laoer were about to come out to serve morning tea to the elders.

The second Wu still stared at me for a long time, as if very angry.

Then the news spread in the streets and alleys that you bought me back with 1 taels of silver. It was still very sensational. The rumors became more and more bizarre. With added fuel and jealousy, the scene was as grand as the emperor's personal conquest.

I listened quietly, and Wu's second child also came over to listen to the excitement.

Because they didn't know about my disfigurement after entering the Wang's mansion, everyone was talking about the face of the old bustard and Mr. Wu's astonishment. Of course, most of them were talking about how beautiful I was, haha, and the young man's profligacy and arrogance.

However, Wu Laoer joined in the fun and showed off his credentials, saying that he was working as an errand for the Wang family, and that he would go find out the inside story, and then continue to reveal the news to everyone.

Then someone with good deeds said that if you ask Deyunfang to buy materials, you can get ten taels of silver. "

Deyunfang is a non-governmental storytelling organization. Because it can always say something new, there are not a few people in the field who are willing to pay to listen.

The little pigeon went on to say, "I heard that there is still ten taels of silver, and the second child Wu went back happily. He probably got the news from Ruoju or Ruolan, and it didn't take long to see him rushing out of the backyard non-stop.

The one who came from Deyunfang turned out to be the most famous Wu Dachuan, so the price of ten taels of silver was naturally worth it for him to do it himself.

If he went to practice medicine to save lives and heal the wounded, he would probably be able to save others' lives with just one mouthful.

The secrets of rich people always make people happy to talk about, so Wu Laoer told the truth about what happened last night.

The Wuhan University cheered up as soon as he heard it, "What, the little pigeon bought by the second young master for 1 taels, you didn't touch it yesterday?"

Wu Lao Er said, "It is estimated that Hongmanlou has been squeezed dry."

Wu Dachuan said, "I can't, I just bought the news that the house is full of flowers, and the second young master is lying among the flowers, but none of them have been picked." "

At this point, the little pigeon laughed, "Is the second young master a useless person?"

Seeing her looking at him slyly, Yizhe shook his head helplessly. Could it be that the second young master's character is just a useless person? That's really a mouse excrement ruining the second young master's good soup.

"Don't interrupt, just keep talking." Yi Zhe didn't answer, but urged the little pigeon to continue.

"Haha, then someone expressed sympathy as a man.

But Wu Dachui told everyone in a mysterious way, you know what a fart, you love to eat meat, and the young masters who eat meat every day may not love meat so much.Do you think everyone is as anxious as you?
Many good things are not enjoyed in this way. This second young master is so perverted, he disfigured the little girls who were bullied by himself." Everyone is angrily scolding the second young master with the same hatred. Damn, he is rich and perverted."

"Uh... Is that what they said about me..." Yizhe thought about it, it was really unfair. "and after?"

"Then Wu Er Er took the ten taels of silver and left. That Wu Daqiu also paid the price and died tragically on the street. I think he should have been silenced. How could the master allow such things to spread indiscriminately?"

(End of this chapter)