After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 316

Ni Yangzhou successfully returned home that night, and Meng Tongfu was sent to a nearby hotel first, staying very close.

The young man was very satisfied with this arrangement.

Yan Congzhi did not stay in the hotel, but followed Ni Yangzhou to his doorstep.

Walk a few more steps and reach the corner, and you can see my mother's lighted windowsill.

Ni Yangzhou stopped and drove his master, who was following closely, back:

"You can go back."

Yan Congzhi looked at the young man's hair and asked, "What time do you get up tomorrow morning?"

"Eight o'clock?"

The man said nothing.

"Seven o'clock?"

Ni Yangzhou scratched his chin.

"I can't expect that I have to get up at six in the countdown of my life. I don't have many days left to live."

Yan Congzhi looked at him with a frown on his face, looking unhappy.

"Besides, Master, Master Meng Ling lives so close to me. If I suddenly die, even if Master Meng Ling does a hundred push-ups on the spot and then crawls over to me on his back, my body won't be able to get cold."

The man pursed his lips and ignored his apprentice's nonsense:

"Seven o'clock."

"Okay, Master. Goodbye, Master!"

Ni Yangzhou finalized the time, turned around and went home happily, leaving the man alone, quietly staying there.

Ni Yangzhou remembered to bring his keys this time, and he walked into the house shouting "Mom", but when he entered the house, there was no one.

The empty house without my mother.

Ni Yangzhou took out his cell phone and went to the window where his mother usually made clothes. He opened the window and looked out. There was no one on the street, so he made a phone call.

"Hey Zhou Zhou, OK, I'll go back right away."

My mother's voice sounded quite happy. There seemed to be other voices on the other end of the phone. Ni Yangzhou poured hot water and was just waiting for my mother to come home.

A few minutes later, Sang Shulan came in with a small stool.

"Zhouzhou, have you eaten yet? Mom will make it for you."

"No, no, Mom, I ate it."

Ni Yangzhou walked forward and took the wooden stool from Sang Shulan: "Did you buy this?"

"No."

Sang Shulan brushed off the dirt on her body and said with a smile, "Your uncle Zhao made this. He said he made a lot and gave me one as a gift."

Ni Yangzhou asked suspiciously, "Did you go to his house just now?"

Sang Shulan patted her son's shoulder, her face red like a persimmon about to ripen in autumn, and said, "What? I met him on the road. Mom went to buy some garlic."

As he said this, he took out a small plastic bag from his pocket, and there were really a few heads of garlic in it.

Governor Ni Yang let out a long “oh” and said nothing more.

"Hey? Is your ankle okay, son?"

"Oh, well, okay. It wasn't anything to worry about anyway."

Ni Yangzhou suddenly remembered the cool breeze that blew past his ankles at Master Meng Ling's house. He must have treated himself at the same time. He had been a healthy person for too long, so he quickly adapted to the new state after being cured.

"That's good."

Sang Shulan was about to go into the kitchen to peel garlic, but she came out with garlic in her hand a few seconds later: "Zhou Zhou, your teacher..."

The young man suddenly became nervous, not knowing what kind of comment he would get from his mother.

"Zhouzhou, is your teacher a man or a woman?"

"..."

"Mom, of course it's a boy. You can't assume it's a girl just because he has a Taoist hairstyle. What era is this? You have to keep up with the trends."

"No," Sang Shulan shook her head, "It's not because of my long hair."

"Your teacher is too handsome."

Ni Yangzhou smiled secretly after hearing this, and felt that the master's face in this world was much softer, and more beautiful and blurry than in the previous world.

Sang Shulan still had something to say.

Since his son came out in the morning, the teacher has been staring at his son. She looks like a lover who has an emotional entanglement, unable to part, but unable to make it public.

She didn't dare to say it, and thought that maybe she was too sensitive. She was afraid her son would get angry if she said it directly, so she had to ask this question.

The young man still didn't know what was going on, so he just said:

"Right! Mr. Yan is handsome, considerate, capable, and has a lot of wealth!"

Ni Yangzhou picked out the good points and never stopped talking:

"He is a serious person, enthusiastic about public welfare, polite and kind, punishing the strong and helping the weak... Um, he has a villa in this city, and a flat nearby. He has a car to pick him up, an assistant and a company, and he has always taken care of me in school..."

The more Sang Shulan listened, the gloomier she felt.

Among her clients was a pair of girls. When they first came to order custom cheongsams, Sang Shulan thought they were good friends. It was not until the second time she saw the exotic wedding photos on the girls’ cell phone backgrounds and heard them talking and laughing that she realized the two pretty girls were a couple.

Sang Shulan didn't mind. After experiencing such a failed and twisted marriage, she even felt that it was okay to have two girls. At least when they quarreled and had conflicts, one of them would not be completely physically unable to resist.

The sufferings she had experienced in the past made her empathize with others and surprisingly open-minded.

But she knew it, and if her son had the same tendency, she couldn't help but think about it more.

But Sang Shulan also understood her son.

She has a righteous mind and won't listen to advice. If she really likes men, there's nothing she can do.

Ni Yangzhou was still listing off his mother's strengths when he saw her turn around and slowly walk into the kitchen. He followed her in while talking.

"Many people admire our Professor Yan. He is... a master in his field. Many conferences..."

Sang Shulan was worried and peeling garlic unconsciously, but Ni Yangzhou noticed a large plastic bag piled on the kitchen floor.

"Hey? Mom, there's still so much garlic here?"

Ni Yangzhou picked up the bag, there were at least twenty heads in it.

"Ah, that's right, I saw they were on sale yesterday, so I bought them all."

Sang Shulan's face was still red when she saw the plastic bag being lifted up. What she was thinking was interrupted, so she stood up and took the bag of garlic: "Mom, I was so busy that I forgot, so busy that I forgot."

Ni Yangzhou looked at the garlic in the bag, then at the newly bought garlic on the cupboard, and then at his blushing mother.

Sang Shulan put down the bag and met her son's eyes.

"Your teacher..."

"My Uncle Zhao..."

The mother and son spoke at the same time, heard each other's words at the same time, and then shut up.

There was a hint of awkwardness in the air.

Ni Yangzhou was the first to break the silence:

"Mom, I'm going out to buy...a data cable. I forgot to bring it. It's available at the store at the corner of the street."

Sang Shulan just nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"I'll come back later and wash the pears for you to eat."

The two looked at each other again, the young man blinked, turned around and walked out of the house.

Sang Shulan thought, it’s over, something’s wrong with my son.

Ni Yangzhou walked in the dark alley, rushing towards the rental location that Zhao Qing pointed out that day, wanting to find out what was going on.

At the same time, the young man couldn't help but ponder.

It’s over.

When I was about to die, something seemed to be wrong with my mother.