Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"I don't dare live at home. Xiao Zhiguang wants this house all his heart. My mother has proposed it to me several times, but I have rejected her. If I continue to live at home, I am afraid I will die."

Xiao Yingyue lowered her voice. This made her tone sound sadder. This was also what Xia Qingqing taught her.

But Xia Qingqing was not satisfied with her performance. It was just empty sadness and the emotions were not full enough.

She quietly took out a silver needle and stabbed the girl hard in an unimportant part. The piercing pain almost made Xiao Yingyue scream, but she was scared back by Xia Qingqing's warning look.

Xiao Yingyue endured it with tears in her eyes and a look of grievance on her face.

Sister Qingqing was so cruel!

The old men and women were deeply shocked by her tearful performance. Their inner pity reached its peak and they all cursed Ding Yumei and Xiao Zhiguang as worse than beasts.

"Uncles and aunts, I am Yingyue's friend. I took her home to stay for a few days because I was worried about her living at home. Xiao Zhiguang is a beast. He...he is worse than an animal. He peeped at Yingyue taking a bath and scared Yingyue."

Xia Qingqing's face was filled with grief and indignation as she said these words hesitantly. Xiao Yingyue's eyes widened. No, Xiao Zhiguang didn't peek at her taking a bath!

However, Xiao Yingyue learned her lesson this time. An expression of shame and anger immediately appeared on her face, which aroused the anger of the uncles and aunts to the peak.

What a beast in clothes!

Ding Yumei is also a piece of shit. Yingyue is her biological daughter after all. Yet she helped that beast Xiao Zhiguang to persecute her own daughter. She is worse than a beast!

"I'm leaving!"

Xiao Yingyue sighed sadly, said goodbye to the old men and women, jumped on the back of the bicycle, and the two left the alley.

A big guy's voice could be vaguely heard from behind.

"Do you know? Today, Ding Yumei shamelessly bullied Yingyue. A crow suddenly flew out and scratched Ding Yumei and Xiao Moli, disfiguring them. They haven't woken up yet!"

The one who was speaking was the aunt who lived next door to the Xiao family. She was very excited when she saw the Eighth Master beating the scumbag with her own eyes.

"Was it caught by a crow?" someone asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's a crow. I'm not mistaken." The aunt next door said with certainty.

Everyone's expressions became strange. It was broad daylight, but they all felt a chill on their backs.

"Could it be Xiao Zhifei?" someone asked quietly.

"Don't talk nonsense in broad daylight. Xiao Zhifei has been dead for many years!"

"They turn into crows only when they die. When have crows ever appeared in our place? I've lived here for decades and I've never seen one!"

"I haven't seen any either. There are more over there in the cemetery."

"That crow was very strange. It only caught Ding Yumei and Xiao Moli. Yingyue was standing in front of it, but the crow didn't catch her."

Everyone shivered at the same time, and their backs felt increasingly cold.

Only one day later, a rumor about the crow spread in Baoqingfang. It was said that the crow was Xiao Yingyue's father, who came to the human world specifically to protect his daughter.

This is a later story.

After leaving the sight of the uncles and aunts, Xiao Yingyue couldn't help laughing any longer. She finally realized the benefits of showing weakness and playing the victim. It was indeed easier than taking action herself, and the effect was better.

"Keep it all, this is still Baoqingfang!"

Xia Qingqing reminded him in a low voice not to get too complacent.

Xiao Yingyue immediately stopped smiling and looked serious.

"You're finally here. If you don't come, it will be cold and it won't taste good if you fry it again."

The old lady was relieved to see them. Xia Qingqing paid the money but didn't come to pick up the items, which made her very anxious.

"Yingyue? Are you acquainted with this pretty girl?"

The old lady knew Xiao Yingyue and asked with a smile.

"I know her. She's my sister from my hometown." Xiao Yingyue said with a smile.

"You sisters are both beautiful."

The old lady praised it and handed over two big bags. Plastic bags are not popular nowadays, so they are all wrapped in newspapers.

Xia Qingqing took a dumpling with hot sauce and ate it, and asked Xiao Yingyue if she could eat spicy food.

"I eat sweet noodle sauce."

The Xiao family has a very light diet, which was passed down from Xiao Xunmei. They do not eat cigarettes, alcohol, or spicy food. In order to protect his throat, although Xiao Zhiguang betrayed his teacher and ancestors, he inherited Xiao Xunmei's diet. The meals at home are low in oil, salt, and non-spicy.

Xia Qingqing held the handlebars with one hand and ate a fried dumpling with the other, while Xiao Yingyue sat at the back and ate. The bike was riding crookedly, but both of them didn't care at all, as nothing was more important than eating delicious food.

“Ah hey hey… ah…”

A bicycle came from the opposite direction. The man turned left, and Xia Qingqing also turned left. The man turned right, and Xia Qingqing also turned right. This happened several times, and both of them fell.

Neither of them fell seriously, but the man was very angry. He picked up the bicycle and started to curse: "How can you ride a bicycle like this? You are carrying someone and eating? Do you want to eat Tang Monk's flesh? Do you have to eat this to feel comfortable?"

Xia Qingqing was still on the ground, not getting up, because the bicycle was pressing on her, and she was still tightly holding the half-oil dumpling in her hand.

Cars and people can fall, but oil dumpsters absolutely cannot.

Xiao Yingyue reacted faster than her. Before she fell, she stuffed the remaining half of the oil dumpling into her mouth. She rolled her eyes due to choking, but her hands were still tightly holding the bag, because her grandmother's jewelry was in it, and she couldn't let it get broken.

The man was very angry at first, but when he saw that the two beautiful girls were willing to eat even if they fell to death, his anger subsided a lot. He went to support their car in a bad mood and helped to lift the two people up.

"Thank you, Master. Do you want to eat?"

Xia Qingqing got up and kept thanking the man. She also took two newspaper packages from the basket, opened them and let the man take them himself.

They were lucky; the two newspaper packages were in the basket and didn't fall out, so they were clean.

"I won't eat it. Please be careful when riding your bikes. Don't be so careless!"

The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't want to eat the food of these children. He dusted himself off and prepared to ride home. Then he saw two overturned boxes on the ground, and a lot of white powder was spilled.

If he was not mistaken, these two boxes should be urns, right?

The man's expression changed, and he asked in a lost voice, "What's in this box?"

Xia Qingqing glanced at the ground and immediately kicked the lime aside with her foot. She smiled and explained as if nothing had happened: "Lime powder, it's absolutely true. I took it home to paint the wall."

The man didn't believe it. Who put the lime powder in the urn?

He took several steps back and looked at Xia Qingqing with a strange look in his eyes. She was a pretty girl, but she had a serious mental illness. Maybe she ran away from a mental hospital?

No wonder eating a fried dumpling feels like eating Tang Monk’s flesh. Is this possible for a normal person?

"Be careful when riding your bike!"

The man kindly gave some advice, got on his bike and ran away, looking a little panicked from behind.

“Is this ashes?”

Xiao Yingyue kicked the powder. She recognized this box.

"lime!"

Xia Qingqing kicked again, scattering the powder. This time she was telling the truth, but no one believed her.

Xiao Yingyue didn't care whether it was ashes or lime. She grabbed a fried rice cake and started eating it. It was really delicious.

The two went to the gear hobbing machine factory first and gave the rest to Shen Qiubai, while Xiaoyu and Tieniu went out to play.

"Xiao Yingyue, my new sister."

Xia Qingqing introduced solemnly.

"Hello, I'm Shen Qiubai."

Shen Qiubai stretched out his hand. He looked calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.

He had dreamed of Xiao Yingyue, who was Qingqing's cellmate and also a poor girl, but was murdered in her third year in prison.

Qingqing indeed had the same dream.