Chapter 146 Bet
Shang Wan walked to the fisherman’s position to check.
According to common sense, fishermen prefer quiet places so that the fish are not easily scared away.
This person is really interesting. He only hangs out in places with many children. Does he have confidence in his fishing skills or does he just want to drink?
A reflective object caught Shang Wan's attention. She bent down to pick it up, put it in her sleeve, and washed her hands by the river.
Needless to say, with the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, her hands were still as if they had never done heavy work. Her fingers were as slender as white and tender as the tips of onions, without even a decent callus.
A beauty with an oval face is reflected in the water. Her facial features are exquisite and attractive. Compared with Shang Wan's own face, the lines are softer and not aggressive at all.
The brows raised slightly, and the arrogance inherent in the soul instantly broke the softness and harmlessness, and there was an inexplicable attraction in the contradiction.
Staring at the reflection in the water and not looking in the mirror for so long, Shang Wan almost forgot that this body was that of a beauty.
Gently touch the water with your index finger, ripples spread out layer by layer, and the reflection of the beauty also dissipates.
As the sun set in the west, Shang Wan returned home carrying the two grass carps that were still jumping.
While Xiaohuan was cooking fish, she asked about the fishermen.
Xiaohuan said: "The fish smells fishy if it is not cooked well. If you want to cook it well, you need to add more seasonings. Many people in the village are reluctant to do so, so there are fewer people eating fish and even fewer fishing."
"I have only seen Luo Da, Uncle Liu, and Uncle Zhang fishing. Xiao Shan can use a small net to net some small fish and fry them. But frying consumes oil. He said he only nets one fish a month. Come back, or his elder brother will beat him."
In Shang Wan's impression, the people Xiaohuan mentioned were not on par with the fishermen.
Xiaohuan said: "Sister, we can also get some small fish in a net, and I will fry the crispy fish sticks for you, chew them with the bones, they are crispy and fragrant, I guarantee you will like them."
Shang Wan asked her to seduce her, and she nodded and said, "Tomorrow I'll go to Xiaoshan to borrow a net. Let's net a few baskets and come back to try it out."
"OK."
After having dinner and coaxing Yuanyuan to sleep, Shang Wan lay alone on the back of the ox, staring at the dark night sky in a daze.
The clouds blocked the moon, leaving only a few scattered stars, twinkling and shining faintly.
Shang Wan was fascinated when he suddenly heard the sound of a wheelchair running over pebbles. Without turning her head, she raised her hand and threw a transparent object to the visitor.
Lu Chengjing raised his hand to catch it, put it in his palm and looked at it carefully.
A small, loose ball that looks like fishing line.
He asked: "Where did it come from?"
"By the river." Shang Wan's tone was a little lazy and he simply told about the fisherman.
"I don't think he is from the village. When I went over to check, I found such a small ball of fishing line on the ground."
Lu Chengjing didn't understand what Shang Wan meant for a while. Isn't it normal for fishermen to carry fishing lines?
Shang Wan said leisurely: "Old Mrs. Gao was strangled to death. There were several neatly arranged strangulation marks on her neck, almost all of which were cut into the flesh. I have been thinking about what it was that strangled Old Mrs. Gao until See this ball of fishing line.”
Lu Chengjing stared at the fishing line and frowned, thinking of a possibility, "Do you suspect that the murderer who killed Mrs. Gao was not Gao Qi?"
"Rather than saying that Gauci is the murderer, it is better to say that he is the victim. Only in this way can we explain his huge changes before and after."
Shang Wan clicked his tongue, "We may have all been deceived by the murderer. Gao Qi may have died earlier than Mrs. Gao. The crazy Gao Qi that the villagers saw that day must have been disguised by the murderer or the murderer's accomplice."
Lu Chengjing held the fishing line tightly and said, "It's just a ball of fishing line. It doesn't mean anything. Gao Qi can also be used to kill people."
"Indeed, everything is just my guess." Shang Wan sat up from the back of the cow, crossed his legs and faced Lu Chengjing, raising his eyebrows slightly, "How about a bet?"
Lu Chengjing looked at her with a soft smile in his eyes, "What are you betting on?"
"Just bet... whether something will happen in the village tomorrow." Shang Wan's tone was meaningful.
"I bet something will happen." The two said almost in unison.
Shang Wan whistled and spread his hands, "It's the same, it seems there's no need to bet." Lu Chengjing asked, "What's the bet?"
Shang Wan curled his fingers at him, and Lu Chengjing turned the wheelchair closer and listened.
Shang Wan leaned over, whispered in his ear and whispered a few words.
Lu Chengjing's originally fair ears burned like fire, and his pale lips pursed uncomfortably.
Shang Wan stretched out his hand and pinched the earlobe that was close at hand. He lowered his voice and said with a hint of confusion, "Do you want to change your mind?"
Lu Chengjing coughed lightly and turned away, his fingers on the armrests of his wheelchair uncomfortably picking at the edges, and his long, thick eyelashes trembled violently.
Shang Wan took the time to look at his red ears, but his thoughts were still so uninterested.
She said with a smile in her voice, "Mr. sir, you haven't answered me yet."
Lu Chengjing's fingertips trembled and he turned to look at her.
The woman's watery apricot eyes are slightly curved, and when she smiles, they look like a refreshing spring.
The night breeze blew by, and the familiar aroma floated over and lingered on my nose.
Lu Chengjing's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat. He pursed his lips, then pursed his lips again. After a long while, he lowered his eyes and hummed in a low voice.
Shang Wan secretly clicked his tongue, he was so good that she couldn't bear to bully him.
But how can teasing one's own fox be considered bullying?
"So reluctant, forget it, no more gambling." Shang Wan jumped off the cow's back and walked away.
"Wait." Lu Chengjing reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back hard.
Shang Wan followed this force and turned around to sit on his lap, lowering his head and looking at each other.
Lu Chengjing whispered: "Don't be upset, I'll bet."
The corners of Shang Wan's lips curved slightly, and he raised his arms to wrap around the young man's neck. He came closer and pressed a gentle kiss on the cheek.
The soft touch became increasingly familiar. Lu Chengjing's fingertips trembled. He slowly raised his right hand and gently placed it on Shang Wan's waist, encircling the person in his arms in a protective and possessive gesture.
Shang Wan stretched out his index finger and scratched the young man's chin, "Why are you so good?"
"I want you to be happy." Lu Chengjing grabbed the fingers that were messing with his chin, brought them to his lips and kissed him gently.
Shang Wan was indeed very happy.
His eyes fell on the young man's beautifully shaped lips. He felt that the color was too light, so he raised his hand and gently pressed and kneaded it until it was dyed with a bright color before letting go.
"You're quite good at coaxing people. Where did you learn it?"
The heat in Lu Chengjing's ears never dissipated. He grabbed Shang Wan's fingertips and kissed them. He bent his eyes and chuckled, "My wife taught me well."
Shang Wan had the illusion that her master was about to be shot to death on the beach. She cleared her throat and said, "Not bad, keep up the good work."
She supported Lu Chengjing's shoulders and tried to stand up, but the hand on her waist exerted more force and pushed her down on her legs.
Shang Wan:?
Lu Chengjing put his hands around her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and rubbed her gently.
The loose black hair brushed against the side of the face and neck, causing a slight itching.
Although he didn't say it out loud, he obviously wanted to hold her for a while longer.
Shang Wan felt as if he had been rubbed by a cat.
No, this is just a fox in her family.
Forget it, foxes are furry too, so just rub them.