Seeing soone? In Beijing Yezi couldn’t think of anyone else he might et.
Could it be Xiao Xian’s aunt and uncle? Yezi rembered Xiao Xian ntioned Zhuo Feng was pregnant.
Yezi scrutinized his outfit, thankfully he was dressed as a businessman today, this should at least sowhat mitigate the impression he left last ti when delivering crabs.
"Rushing to et them in such a hurry, and I didn’t even bring anything. I heard that city folk value this kind of thing, does your uncle smoke, or what kind of costics does your aunt like?" Yezi had not spent the past year in the city for nothing, inevitably picking up things about n and won’s usual gifts like tobacco, liquor, and costics.
"Who said I’m taking you to et them? I’m taking you to see Xiao Que. Rember her? The deaf and mute little girl we t at Changbai Mountain?" Xiao Xian said irritably, reminding Yezi that there was such a person in the hospital.
"What’s so great about seeing her? We aren’t even close," Yezi deflated, his extra-long legs uncomfortably coiled in the back seat of the car, looking miserable enough to invite a few sympathetic words.
"How can you talk like that? Xiao Que is all alone and so pitiful," every ti Xiao Xian saw Xiao Que, it reminded her of her past self at Yunteng Sect. Although she wasn’t deaf or mute, in the eyes of her peers, she might as well have been invisible.
It was sad enough that Xiao Que was deaf and mute, but now she had also beco almost vegetative. The brainwave reading machine could only pick up on her emotions but couldn’t determine the specific reason for her vegetative state.
If the Dream Beast that Yezi ntioned really does exist and can read people’s dreams, perhaps Xiao Xian could find so clues while Xiao Que sleeps.
"I’m the one who’s more pitiful," Yezi grumbled, "We agreed to have dinner together, not to have dinner at the hospital."
Xiao Xian had a headache, thought for a mont, and then leaned her face close to Yezi’s, "Good Yezi, just help this one ti. I will always rember your great kindness."
"I don’t need you to repay ; if you’re happy, I’m willing," Yezi looked at Xiao Xian’s smile that was even more radiant than the early spring sunshine, and his heart softened like a pool of spring water.
Poor Yezi, destined to fall into Xiao Xian’s hands, Little Pig silently lanted.
As the taxi headed toward 411 Si Yiyi Hospital, inside the National Convention and Exhibition Center, Li Quqi had already repaired the dented pocket watch and the cracked silver chain.
During Li Quqi’s silver making process, Xu Lan Ya confird that Li Ye and Li Quqi were indeed father and son. There was so resemblance in their profiles. But Li Quqi seed much more composed and introverted compared to Li Ye.
What baffled her was why Li Ye would conceal his identity. She then thought about it and realized that it couldn’t be said that Li Ye had deceived her, as it was Huang Tengchong who revealed Li Ye’s identity.
Huang Tengchong’s character was questionable, and he might have concealed sothing when introducing Li Ye. Li Ye himself never really ntioned his family matters.
Mitchell and Paul, among others, were also watching but what they were more interested in was Li Quqi’s silver making skills.
Truly the skills of a master silversmith with decades of experience, a national treasure. Even if they hadn’t witnessed Li Ye’s own silver making process, just with the gaze of his eyes, he had reshaped the silver chain nearly identical to the procedure previously done by Yezi.
And the craftsmanship was even more exquisite, Paul thought privately. Seeing the watch restored to its original state and after hearing from Ye Heng and Xu Lan Ya that they were students from Huake Institute, at least outwardly, Mitchell’s anger subsided. For Li Quqi’s sake, she refrained from causing trouble at the National Convention and Exhibition Center.
There’s an old Chinese saying, "A gentleman takes revenge; ten years is not too late." As long as it pertains to Huake Institute, what goes around cos around, and it’s only a matter of ti before this saying rings true, let’s just see how long they can remain arrogant.
"Thank you, Master Li. It turns out the person who helped with the silver making just now was your son. My apologies for the oversight," during the introduction, Li Quqi had clarified that Yila was not his apprentice, and it was his only son Li Ye who had stepped in to help with the silver making.
After Xu Lan Ya was certain that Li Ye was Li Quqi’s son, she began to offer her pleasantries, "Uncle, hello, I am Xu Lan Ya. Ah Ye is a good friend of mine. I’ve often heard him ntion you and Auntie."
The polite words she uttered seed flawless, but Li Quqi knew right away that Xu Lan Ya was not telling the truth. Yezi had not been in contact with his family since arriving in Beijing, and knowing his son’s temperant, he wouldn’t have ntioned his own family matters unless he t soone familiar.
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