The fortune teller's expression froze for a moment.
He rolled his eyes and asked cautiously, "Didn't I tell you?"
"No!"
Ye Ying yelled in his ear, and the fortune-teller pulled out his ear and smiled apologetically: "Maybe I forgot to mention that, it's not a big deal—"
"Isn't this a big deal?!" Ye Ying grabbed his collar and shook wildly, trying to shake his mind out: "Why don't you marry a weasel?!"
The fortune teller was shaken by her and rolled his eyes, and collapsed: "I was wrong, I was wrong—how do you want me to make it up to you! Tell me!"
Ye Ying stopped, glared at him viciously, and paused every word:
"I, want, divorce, get married!"
"divorce?!"
The fortune teller reacted even more than she did, as if she had heard some outrageous nonsense: "Divorce is impossible, and you can't get divorced in this life. You are big enough to think about a second marriage right after you get married?"
Ye Ying was furious, did I want this marriage? !
The fortune-teller's tone lowered, and he persuaded in a good voice: "Please calm down and answer me first, is he handsome?"
Ye Ying nodded reluctantly.
"Then is he your type?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Have you seen his mansion?" The fortune teller opened his arms and made an exaggerated comparison: "It's a mansion among mansions. Now he has changed the layout, but it was a courtyard with four entrances. And, "
He leaned next to Ye Ying mysteriously: "He has more than one real estate."
Ye Ying snorted: "The barren mountains and wild mountains, don't you want to build as big as you want?"
The fortune teller looked at her like a fool: "The house is in the city, beside the forest park, in the green lung area of the city. If you don't believe me, I can take you there now."
Ye Ying's ridicule froze on her face—poverty really limits my imagination.
"Wealthy and handsome, with a straightforward temper, he is not a bad person, and he is also considerate and considerate."
The fortune teller lobbied desperately, spitting stars flying around: "Tell me, what are you dissatisfied with?"
This time it was Ye Ying who looked at him like an idiot: "You are quite good at avoiding important things, no matter how good he is, he is not a human being!"
"I misunderstood you," the fortune teller looked at Ye Ying with disappointment in his eyes, and Xizi accuses her heartily, "I thought you were a person who loves animals!"
Ye Ying wanted to give him two feet: "Loving animals doesn't mean marrying animals, okay?!"
She was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, and raised her finger to point at the marriage certificate in the hands of the fortune teller: "Convey for me that I want a divorce! Let me deal with this!"
After speaking, she dragged the shovel, turned around and left angrily without looking at the fortune teller again.
For the next two days, Ye Ying went to and from get off work as usual.
Neither the fortune teller nor the weasel came to trouble her, let alone the strange dream from last time.
Calm as if those were just a small episode before.
Ye Ying was still apprehensive about the weasel's revenge, but she was relieved when she saw nothing unusual.
Time soon arrived on Friday, and she went home to clean up after work. Tomorrow is the day of moving, so I still have a little expectation after thinking about it.
"I'll help you move tomorrow morning." Taozi sent a voice, biting the snacks in her mouth, slurring her words: "Let's have a big meal tonight, how about it?"
"Ready to play."
On Saturday morning, Taozi arrived on time.
The moving company also arrived quickly. Ye Ying worked hard in this city for six years, but lived frugally, she didn't have much stuff, and the box was empty.
The two of them took an hour's car ride from the rental house on the edge of the city to the city center. Ye Ying leaned on the window to look at the bustling street scene outside, her face was filled with excitement.
Six years!
She finally knows what the city center looks like...
Tao Zi was also very emotional: "I can still see you picking up goods and spending money to carry them in my lifetime. I am also an ancestor who has accumulated virtue."
Ye Ying: "..."
She doesn't want to be so picky, isn't she saving money to buy a house?
She belongs to a person with a more traditional concept. She thinks that buying a house can be regarded as a home in this city. Otherwise, everything would be like duckweed without roots, with a sense of instability.
finally! Keep the clouds open to see the moonlight!
"Little girl, it's not easy."
The driver also spoke up: "I bought a house at a young age. It's amazing. I have suffered a lot."
Unexpectedly, when talking about this, Taozi pretended to wipe away tears: "Yes. You don't know, during the most difficult period, she ate steamed buns every day, and my cat immediately cooked four dishes and one soup for her... "
Ye Ying: "..."
Shut up, dramatist.
"Yunanli is quite expensive," the driver asked again, "is it sponsored by your family?"
"No, I bought it myself." Ye Ying said happily: "I caught a leak, the owner was in a hurry to spend money when he went abroad, and only spent more than 800,000 yuan."
"Over eighty?!"
The driver was stunned: "Then you are really lucky. There is more than 30,000 yuan per square meter over there, and there is no particularly small apartment size. Why can't you get 200—"
He suddenly seemed to have remembered something, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Is your house... is it the size of 83 square meters?"
"Yes," Ye Ying was surprised: "You are very familiar! Is there a house over there?"
"No, I dare not have it." The driver mumbled something in a low voice and fell silent, as if he suddenly lost interest in chatting.
Ye Ying and Tao Zi were confused, but they didn't know how to ask. Just chatting with each other one after another, the new house arrived.
The driver no longer showed enthusiasm on the road, and moved the things upstairs in two trips with a dumb face.
He didn't even enter the door, and the big and small boxes were pushed directly into the room, and he rushed back to the elevator without staying for a second.
Ye Ying took a bottle of water from her bag and walked out to thank him, who knew that the elevator just came.
The driver swished into the elevator, and Ye Ying and Taozi were stunned by the swiftness of his movements.
He stuck his head out from the elevator door and said as if he mustered up his courage: "Sister, if living here is not comfortable...move out as soon as possible."
The driver's face showed inexplicable struggle and unreasonable intolerance, which made Ye Ying and the two feel confused.
As if all his courage had been exhausted, the driver drew his head back after speaking.
The elevator dinged and moved, and he slipped away like oil on the soles of his feet. Only Yeying and Taozi were left standing in the door with blank faces.
"…What's up with him?"
Tao Zi looked at Ye Ying hesitantly.
Ye Ying was also puzzled by Monk Zhanger: "I don't know. What do you mean?"
"Forget it, don't think about it." Tao Zi patted Ye Ying on the back: "Come on, clean up first—I wanted to ask just now, why did you bring a shovel with you when you moved?!"
Amidst the noise of the two people, the door slowly closed with a dull sound.
The elevator room returned to silence.
No one noticed that in the cat's eyes on the opposite door, a bloodshot eye was staring at this side.
Ye Ying and Tao Zi cleaned up and tidied up, and even ordered a takeaway. During the period, there were still a few couriers coming to the door, which were assembled furniture by Ye Yingding.
The strange thing is that no matter whether it is takeaway or express delivery, people slip away after ringing the doorbell.
Ye Ying opened the door, only to see takeaways hanging on the handle, or express delivery piled up by the door.
...What's the situation?
She entered the room a little annoyed, and complained: "The takeaway and courier guys are too much now, but fortunately, I met a kind person, otherwise I wouldn't give a bad review!"
"It's a bad review, and it's not overtime." Tao Zi interrupted her pretending mercilessly: "Hurry up and get it, I'm starving to death."
The two sat on the bay window, enjoying a sunny lunch comfortably. Ye Ying sighed: "The bay window is still great, the sun is so good, and the needle doesn't poke."
Tao Zi affirmed: "You bought this house really well, what kind of **** luck is it?"
Speaking of luck, Ye Ying immediately thought of the fortune teller.
He was eloquent that day, bragging that her fate was unique and that she was about to be lucky.
Bah, marrying a weasel is some kind of great luck.
Later, Ye Ying asked about the progress of the divorce on WeChat, and the fortune teller said that weasel, no, it was Huang Xize, who was away on business, and said that he would talk about it when he came back.
Ye Ying also had to wait.
She comforted herself that even if Huang Xize was a weasel, he could still be considered a beautiful wolf.
No matter how he thinks about it, he doesn't want to hang himself on her crooked neck tree.
Even if he is really like the legend, with a strong desire for revenge. But she has also moved now, he should... At least he didn't find her so quickly, right?
Ye Ying could only comfort herself like this. The two simply ate something and began to assemble the furniture. By the time everything was tidied up, it was already evening.
Ye Ying was really exhausted and paralyzed, she didn't want to move. But Taozi said that life needs a sense of ritual, so she dragged her out to eat Haidilao.
This is all right, when they come back, both of them are paralyzed.
"You can stay here tonight."
Ye Ying lay half dead on the carpet: "There are all the toiletries, there are new toothbrushes, and the mask is in the small refrigerator."
Tao Zi slumped on the double bed and turned over: "I'm going to lie down even if you don't tell me. I'm really old, and I'm so tired after a day of tossing around."
Ye Ying waved her hand and asked Taozi to take a bath first, then climbed onto the sofa and continued to lift the corpse.
Her eyelids were clenched, her whole body felt light, and she was bouncing back and forth on the edge of sleep.
Just a second before falling asleep, Ye Ying suddenly heard a piercing scream.
She trembled all over, as if she had fallen from a high altitude to the ground, and she woke up in an instant.
Heart pounding violently, Ye Ying sat up with wide-eyed eyes and called: "Taozi?"
No one answered, and there was only the sound of dripping water in the bathroom, probably because Taozi hadn't finished her bath yet.
The uneasiness in my heart is like ink dripping into the water, spreading continuously. Ye Ying stood up and walked towards the bathroom, her voice became louder: "Taozi?"
Still no answer. Just as Ye Ying was about to call again, she realized that the bathroom door was not closed, but a gap was exposed.
Pushing open the door, there is a pink shower curtain full of peaches in front of her - this is what Taozi bought for Ye Ying, very her style.
Behind the shower curtain is the bathtub, and the sound of water comes from here. Ye Ying asked Taozi through the curtain: "Are you okay?"
Still no answer.
Suddenly the fine sound of water attracted Ye Ying's attention, she looked down, but found that the water was flowing along the outer wall of the bathtub to the ground.
Only then did Ye Ying see that the gap between the shower curtain and the wall was overflowing with white steam, obviously the temperature was very high.
She couldn't care anymore, she hurriedly opened the shower curtain, and was shocked for a moment—
Taozi was neatly dressed and sat in the bathtub with her knees hugged.
The switch of the shower was turned to the far left, scalding hot water poured down, and large sheets of white mist rushed out from the place where the shower curtain was pulled apart following Ye Ying's movements.
The water in the bathtub is already full. The shower was still on, and there were bursts of white steam, and the water just overflowed from the bathtub.
Tao Zi's clothes were completely wet, and the ends of her long black hair floated on the water, rippling with the current, like a large piece of wanton-growing duckweed.
Her skin was flushed red, but Taozi didn't realize it, her face was expressionless. Her dark eyes were empty and dull, and their empty gaze fell somewhere in the bathtub.