070 A New Random Woman
“Achoo! A—choo!”
At the wet market, Qin Ren’s two sudden sneezes made the Flowing Cloud Sect Master, who was following behind him, flinch.
“Ah, it’s nothing. Don’t be scared,” Qin Ren rubbed his nose.
“I’m not scared.”
Yu Ling’er quickened her pace a few steps to repeat herself by Qin Ren’s side.
“I’m not scared.”
“Mhm, I was just saying.”
The Myriad Demon Continent probably doesn’t have the idiom “three hundred taels of silver are not buried here,” Qin Ren thought as he perfunctorily catered to the Sect Master’s fragile self-esteem.
“Someone’s thinking of me,” Qin Ren sneezed again.
“Who?”
Yu Ling’er turned to look, her head kept turning left, forgetting to turn right, and she ended up spinning in a circle.
“I don’t know. But it could also be that someone’s cursing me.”
This was Schrödinger’s sneeze.
When you sneeze, an optimist will think someone is thinking of them; a pessimist will think someone is cursing them.
Of course, there are also special people, like certain groups on Weibo, who would think someone wants to rape them.
“How much is this per jin?”
“Two-fifty.”
Qin Ren squatted down at the stall to pick out some baby bok choy. They were fresh and tender, maybe just like the person who was thinking of him.
“Two-fifty is too expensive.”
Qin Ren stood up with a look of disgust and clapped his hands.
“Other people are selling it for one-something.”
The old lady selling the baby bok choy smiled.
“You can look all you want, you won’t find anyone selling it for one-something.”
There really weren’t any baby bok choy selling for one-something during this time. It was just “market slang,” a signal that meant “I’m going to bargain, so be prepared.”
The next step, Qin Ren squatted down again, still with a look of disgust.
“So old, they look all wilted…”
“Aiya, I just picked these from the field at four this morning and brought them into the city. They’re very fresh.”
Yu Ling’er, at the side, also stared at the vegetable basket for a long time and thought it made sense. She squatted down and looked at Qin Ren seriously.
“Yeah, Qin Ren. I think they look pretty fresh too.”
“…”
Why is this kid so honest…
Qin Ren didn’t know what to say. He gave Yu Ling’er a look, and Yu Ling’er pursed her lips and said nothing.
“Two, then.”
“Two-fifty.”
“Two-twenty, then. I’ll take two jin.”
…
In the end, they settled on two-twenty. Just as Qin Ren stood up, a voice from behind, which seemed to have been waiting for a long time, quickly followed.
“I’ll take two jin too.”
It was a woman’s voice, gentle and pleasant to the ear. She had probably been watching from behind while Qin Ren was bargaining, and was now ready to hitch a ride on the agreed price.
These were all common little tricks in the wet market. But Qin Ren vaguely felt that this voice was a bit familiar. He turned his head to look and was stunned.
“Sister Su, you’re here too?”
“Eh? Little… Qin?”
The beautiful woman behind him was also stunned. Only then did she recognize her neighbor. She raised a polite, slightly embarrassed smile.
“Sorry. You were squatting just now. I didn’t recognize you.”
“Sigh, there’s nothing to be sorry about.”
Qin Ren quite liked talking to a woman like Su Yu. It was very comfortable and approachable.
A young mother’s taste in clothes is always both decent and exquisite. A light green knee-length dress gracefully outlined Su Yu’s voluptuous body curves. Her crystal-clear, fair, and slender calves seemed a little less firm than a budding young girl’s, but had a fuller softness. Her beautiful feet, in light silver high-heeled sandals, were as lustrous as jade. The nude-colored nail polish was low-key and not flashy, adorning a neat row of toes, perfectly and naturally displaying the quiet and mature charm of a woman of her age.
“And this is…?”
Su Yu’s pretty, oval face was practically without makeup, just a simple touch of rose-bean-paste-colored lipstick. Her lips were slightly parted. She tucked a soft strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze towards Yu Ling’er a little puzzled.
She had already met the two sisters, one big and one small, in Qin Ren’s house. How come another one had popped up?
“Her name is Yu Ling’er. She’s my…”
Qin Ren had forgotten to arrange an identity for Yu Ling’er before. After a quick consideration, he felt that Yu Ling’er, in every aspect, had a feeling of “above Yourong, not yet Su Yu.”
“…She’s my little aunt.”
“Oh, I see.”
Su Yu felt that the family composition in Qin Ren’s house was quite magical. Not only was it a house full of women, but each and every one of them was as beautiful as a flower. And… Qin Ren himself was also handsome. This excellent gene was passed down very stably.
“Do you usually cook yourself, Little Qin?”
“Mhm. My younger sister also cooks. Sometimes we cook together.”
…
The two of them chatted casually while buying baby bok choy. It wasn’t until they said goodbye and parted that Yu Ling’er, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke hesitantly.
“Qin Ren, what’s a ‘little aunt’?”
As a cultivator, she might know about brothers and sisters, but she was not very clear about the slightly more complex kinship relations of mortals.
“From now on… I’m your little aunt?”
“Mhm.”
Qin Ren personally felt that the positioning of “little aunt” was more suitable for Yu Ling’er. But he also suddenly thought of the age issue.
“Master Yu, excuse me for asking, how old are you this year?”
“One thousand two hundred and twenty-three.”
Yu Ling’er had said so in the station at the very beginning. The two female police officers absolutely did not believe her. At that time, she didn’t know how long Earthlings could live and had to make up a few times before she finally got past it.
But Qin Ren was different. Cultivators didn’t have any taboos about age, so Yu Ling’er just said it honestly.
“Then what about Yourong?”
“Yourong… Yourong is a little younger.”
Yu Ling’er started to stammer, her voice a little lower.
“How much younger?”
“She… is five hundred and one…”
After saying this, Yu Ling’er’s face grew hot.
Although cultivators didn’t care about age, in another sense, they were afraid of comparison.
The same cultivation, the same ascension. The master had cultivated for over a thousand years, while the disciple had only cultivated for a few hundred. In comparison, the master’s dullness was truly evident.
But of course, Qin Ren was indifferent to this. It was just that on the way to buy more groceries, he let out a few more big sneezes.
“Caught a cold?”
Qin Ren looked at the big sun in the sky and muttered suspiciously.
“The weather hasn’t changed…”
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At the same time, in Longhu Residential Community.
Rumble, rumble—
Gu Qing was pulling a large, goose-yellow suitcase. Her petite body exuded a mature temperament. Although her thin lips were pursed with a touch of coldness, her eyes were filled with a deep joy and anticipation. The closer she got to Building 5, Unit 2, the lighter her steps became.
But when she really arrived at the unit building, her figure gradually stopped. Her gaze was attracted by the two little girls by the swings.
One big, one small. One was five or six years old, the other looked twelve or thirteen.
The smaller one was cute, like any other child of the same age. The bigger one was far prettier than an ordinary little girl.
A light cyan dress, folded-over white short socks, small black leather shoes. Her long hair, almost reaching her waist, was loose but not messy. The ends were neatly curled inward. A small watermelon hairpin was clipped on her bangs. Her delicate, melon-seed-shaped face was as exquisite as a doll’s.
The smaller one was pushing the bigger one on the swing. The bigger one was teaching the smaller one to sing.
“Sunshine, rainbow, little white horse~”
“Sunshine, rainbow… little white horse…”
“Fried chicken, watermelon, picking cotton~”
?
What a strange song. But in this age of the internet, it was understandable for a child to sing it for fun without knowing any better.
Gu Qing had originally just taken a few more glances at the little girl, but after getting a little closer, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Because she found that on the girl’s wrist was a phone cord.
On the gray phone cord hung a bronze-colored key. Gu Qing looked down and saw that it was the same as the one she was clutching in her right hand.
Also a gray phone cord, also a bronze-colored key.
Is it a coincidence?
It wasn’t impossible, but it probably wasn’t right now.
Because when Gu Qing looked up, the little girl on the swing also turned her gaze to her. Her clear eyes were motionless. Then, her feet slowly scraped the ground, and she jumped off the swing, walking straight towards Gu Qing.
“Yaoyao, you’re not swinging anymore?”
“Mhm. You go home. I have to go back too.”
Luo Yao instructed Tang Bobo without looking back, then stared at the key in Gu Qing’s hand, and then at the one on her own wrist, and came to a very bad conclusion:
[Qin Ren has brought a new random woman home again]
