The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 10

The cold little fingertips were lightly tapped behind the ears, and the tape measure was slowly tightened around the neck. Ning Xingruan stiffened his body and raised his head slightly, even restraining his breathing.

The warm breath sprayed on the earlobe, he hid to the other side, and the right half of his face rubbed into Qingxuan's palm.

"It hurts? I'm sorry." Qingxuan immediately withdrew his hand and apologized.

"No, it's a little itchy..." Ning Xingruan couldn't help but reach out and rub the skin with his finger behind the ear.

He never knew that custom-made clothes would be so troublesome, and he almost had to measure them one by one with his fingers.

The old man took out a yellowed booklet, and after memorizing the sizes one by one, he said that there are still some subtleties that need to be adjusted according to Ning Xingruan's personal habits.

Only wearing clothes for one day, Ning Xingruan originally wanted to say that maybe there is no need to be so troublesome, but seeing that Daoist Qingxuan had no objection, he also gave up the idea of ​​speaking.

"I'm going to the mountain temple to renew the lights, little friend, can you wait here for a while?" Qingxuan handed the ruler back to the old man and asked in a low voice.

When Ning Xingruan heard that he was asked to stay here by himself, his heart sank slightly, but he didn't want to delay Qingxuan's business, so he reluctantly replied, "Go, I'm fine."

He didn't know how helpless and dependent he looked at the other party, dark and wet, pitifully like a young deer begging for help.

People can't help but have bad thoughts.

Qingxuan's eyes darkened, looked at him, and finally said softly: "It won't be long."

He turned and walked out of the courtyard, Ning Xingruan leaned against the door frame and watched his back disappear, touched the beads on his wrist.

Perhaps it was due to psychological reasons, as soon as Daoist Qingxuan left, he felt that the surrounding temperature was several degrees lower.

The old man spread out the fabric and used a ruler to measure bit by bit to make marks, while Ning Xingruan quietly looked at the furnishings in the room bored.The room was very large and empty, except for the cloth hanging all over the walls, there was only a table, a chair, and the old man's tools in a wooden box on the table.

There is a door in the southeast corner of the house, and a piece of cloth is hung on the door as a curtain. The inside should be the place where the old man lives.

Ning Xingruan withdrew his gaze, always feeling that something was wrong. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly remembered that there was only one room in this house from the outside, and there could be no room behind that door.

He lowered his head restlessly, thinking that maybe the old man lived outside and came to the mountain to work just because he wanted to be clean.

Daoist Qingxuan brought him here, there must be no problem here.

His hands and feet gradually became cold, Ning Xingruan looked out frequently, hoping that Daoist Qingxuan would come back quickly.

There was a wind blowing outside the house, and the surrounding trees rattled in the wind, and the originally clear sky gradually turned overcast.

Covered by layers of tree branches, the already dimly lit small courtyard became even darker. Ning Xingruan felt that the surrounding atmosphere became more and more uneasy as the light weakened.

Daoist Qingxuan didn't come for a long time, panic and anxiety welled up in his heart, he summoned up his courage, and whispered to the busy old man: "It's going to rain, shall I go back first?"

The old man stopped his hands and looked up at him slowly, his voice sounded like two pieces of iron sand rubbing together: "It's raining, it's going to rain."

Ning Xingruan looked at her and felt that he could even hear the creaking sound of her joints rubbing against each other. The coolness pierced his heart. He lowered his head and dared not look at the old man directly, and said with a trembling voice: "Then I'm leaving, You, take care of yourself."

"Go, go." After the old man finished speaking, he let out a rough laugh, rattling, and Ning Xingruan was so scared that he ran out of the small courtyard without looking back.

Within 2 minutes of stepping out of the small courtyard, the pattering rain fell, and the sky was overcast, as if it would collapse at any time.

The cold rain poured on his head, Ning Xingruan wiped his face and looked back, but he still didn't have the courage to go back. It was only ten minutes away to the mountain temple, so it would be safer to go directly to Daoist Qingxuan.

Stepping on the muddy water, the pouring rain hit the body recklessly, the rain was dense, and as far as the eye could see, the mountains, rocks and trees were all covered by the white rain and fog, and only a distance of five or six meters ahead could be faintly seen.

The low temperature in the mountains made him shiver uncontrollably. Even though the journey was only ten minutes away, he felt that it was extremely long.

Ning Xingruan was anxious in his heart, he felt that he had run for a long time, but the road in front of him still had no end in sight, an ominous premonition lingered in his heart, he controlled himself not to think deeply, but still couldn't stop feeling deep fear.

As if to confirm his thoughts, there were looming footsteps behind him, and the sound of stepping in muddy water was especially clear amidst the sound of rain.

Suddenly there was a sharp whistling sound, mixed with crying and miserable laughter, which made my scalp feel cold and my heart feel stuffy.

Ning Xingruan was frightened by the movement behind him, and speeded up again regardless of the slippery ground.

Fear made him short of breath, and his physical strength was rapidly drained. The voice behind him was getting closer and closer. Just when he was full of despair, a section of familiar bluestone steps appeared on the side of the road.

He was almost weeping with joy. When he stepped on the stone steps, his legs were so weak that he managed to climb up with a breath.

Walking up the last step, a smile froze on his face.

Through the rain curtain, Ning Xingruan gradually saw the building in front clearly, with high walls and green tiles, cornices and brackets, a closed vermilion gate, and two majestic and glaring stone lions in front, it was a very grand courtyard.

Not a mountain temple.

The drenched clothes were sticking to his body, and the wind blew colder and colder. He folded his arms, shivered and looked at the vast rain curtain, losing all strength, and didn't know what to do.

The puddles on the ground in front of the stone steps splashed, as if someone was stepping on the water step by step.

Fear forced him to retreat step by step until his back was close to the gate of the yard. He didn't care about the weirdness of this yard, and helplessly raised his hand and knocked on the door, hoping that someone could save him.

A muffled voice sounded behind him, and the heavy wooden door slowly opened, and he was caught off guard by the threshold, and he fell back and sat inside the door.

The sound of footsteps disappeared, amidst the pattering rain, Ning Xingruan saw an old man coming out of the dark doorway, the old man looked outside, looked back at Ning Xingruan, and tried to open his drooping eyelids to look at him.

"Can I...can I take shelter from the rain here?" Ning Xingruan asked with a trembling voice.

The old man looked at him for more than ten seconds, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, and he smiled, and said with a slightly weird accent: "If you want to shelter from the rain, come in."

He crossed the threshold and stood under the door. He watched the door close, and suddenly began to panic. The old man invited him into the courtyard. Ning Xingruan took a look through the hanging flower door. The courtyard was very deep, and he could only see it faintly In the dark, it is facing the verandah of the hanging flower door.

Ning Xingruan's heart beat wildly, and he forced a smile to decline the kindness of the old man, saying that he would just wait for the rain to stop at the gatehouse.

The old man's expression was slightly surprised, and he persuaded him a few more words, seeing Ning Xingruan's insistence, he didn't say any more.Holding up the umbrella, he staggered to the inner courtyard.

Ning Xingruan leaned against the back of the door, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and flicked the switch with trembling hands. Unexpectedly, the mobile phone could still be used, and the intermittent signal after entering the village turned out to be full.

He was overjoyed, and quickly clicked on the address book to call Ning Pingyang.

"Xingruan, where are you... pick you up... ah."

Maybe it was because the signal was still unstable, Ning Xingruan heard a blurry crackling sound, he tapped the phone, and the call returned to normal after it was connected again.

"Uncle, I'm sheltering from the rain at someone else's house. It's fine. You don't have to come and look for me."

Hearing the familiar voice, his trembling hands gradually calmed down. Even though he was separated by the phone, he felt a little more secure.

When Ning Pingyang asked him where he was, he could only vaguely say that he was lost and couldn't explain clearly, and asked Ning Pingyang in a low voice if he knew there was a big courtyard on the mountain.

Ning Pingyang said that some people did want to build a Chinese-style villa nearby a few years ago, but he is not in his hometown and does not know the specific situation.

Ning Xingruan felt a little more at ease, and told Ning Pingyang to go and talk to Taoist Qingxuan so that he would not worry.

After saying a few more words, when he hung up the phone, his wet phone flickered twice and then went black.

If there is a problem, Daoist Qingxuan will definitely come to save him. Ning Xingruan held the phone with a little more confidence.

After a while, the old man who just went in dragged a chair and came out, and then went back and forth twice, bringing towels, blankets and a pot of hot water for Ning Xingruan.

Ning Xingruan thanked him in a low voice, wrapped in a blanket and holding hot tea in his hands, although he was still cold, he felt much better in his heart, and the strange feeling that the old man and this yard gave him gradually dissipated.

"Our husband ordered ginger syrup to be boiled, drink a bowl later, or you will have a fever." The old man asked in a hoarse voice.

He didn't talk very much, Ning Xingruan asked a few tentatively, only to learn that the owner of this yard was named Yu, and he specially set up this yard here to recuperate his body.There are only three people living in the yard now, besides him, there is also a woman who helps in the kitchen.

His surname is Liu, and the woman who helps the cook is surnamed Zhang. They all come from home with Mr. Yu.

The rain never stopped, sitting in the gatehouse with ventilation on three sides, even though she was covered with a blanket, Ning Xingruan was still shivering from the cold, without a trace of heat on her body.

When Uncle Liu asked him to go in and change his clothes again, Ning Xingruan did not refuse, thanked him sincerely, and followed him through the hanging flower gate into the inner courtyard.

Uncle Liu was busy bringing water and blankets for him, and the owner of the yard kindly cooked ginger syrup for him. If he didn't thank them face to face, he couldn't justify it.

Walking into the vertical flower gate, corridors lead to the rooms in the yard. The courtyard is very large and empty, surrounded by walls and rooms, and the light is dim.

Uncle Liu led him along the corridor to the East Wing. When the door was opened, it was a small living room, and a screen blocked the space inside.

Going around the screen, Uncle Liu pointed to a set of bright red daily clothes on the bed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Take a hot bath, change clothes, and rest well. Call me loudly if you have something to do, and don't walk around casually. Mr. Yu is not used to seeing outsiders. "

"Oh, okay, thank you." Ning Xingruan responded.

After explaining, he went out and closed the door of the room.

Ning Xingruan drew the curtains, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower faucet. The water flowed for a minute or two, and the entire shower room was filled with hot air and mist.

He took off the wet and cold clothes on his body, and his body gradually warmed up in the steaming heat. The slightly warmer water washed over his skin, leaving a faint blush, and he turned down the temperature slightly when his whole body was warmed up. .

After being frozen in the rain for so long, Ning Xingruan felt a little uncomfortable in his body, dizzy and dull pain, he closed his eyes and let the water flow down from the top of his head, feeling wronged and uncomfortable in his heart.

There was a small bottle of toiletries on the shelf in the corner of the shower room. Ning Xingruan squeezed the shampoo and rubbed it on his head. After rinsing with hot water, the bubbles flowed all over his face. He closed his eyes and reached out to touch the towel on the shelf. After failing to touch it several times, suddenly a bit of coolness wrapped around his wrist, and the towel was handed to him.