Un cœur pur dans un pot de jade

Chapitre 13

"Wild Man Ai—" I threw myself at him, "Sun Qingshan loves you so much, loves you so much, loves you so much!"

The crowd erupted in cheers again. I turned around and shouted, "The performance's over! Let's go home and watch the fun!!!"

livelihood second

He won't stop performing until he has enough to eat.

I held up the first piece of white paper, on which was written: "Fifty steps to make good noodles".

...instant noodles.

I changed the paper and wrote on it: Super Invincible Clarity Technique.

...Prescription glasses plus astigmatism glasses.

Then, on a different sheet of paper, it says: Suitable for all ages, non-toxic bubbles.

...Keychain blower contains a mixture of hand sanitizer and shampoo.

Then they changed the paper again, and it said: Bungee jumping, personal safety guaranteed.

Finally, having exhausted all other options, I stood up the last few sheets of white paper:

Mourning, ghostwriting, writing sentimental essays, divination, treating fever and chills... manicuring nails.

...A crow flew by.

Sigh, I started packing my things. I've really exhausted all my resources. It turns out that it's so difficult to be self-reliant when you have no relatives or friends.

The savage stood quietly to one side (would he have wanted to be quiet?).

Then he came closer and suddenly grabbed my hand.

I turned my head, and he used a tissue to wipe the dust off my head and face.

Wait—tissues?! Paper?!

I grabbed the wild man's hands and yelled, "Who told you to use tissues?!" to vent my anger. The wild man was so frightened that he took a step back.

"Do you know how precious a tissue is?!" I still yelled. I was actually happy to see the savage frustrated, but I still acted like a maniac. "Didn't I tell you that this tissue is for emergency use down there? Who told you to use it up here? This isn't Savage Valley. There's Savage Spring right outside. If it gets dirty, you can just wash it off. I don't have that much free time to go to the toilet and change clothes again!"

Hearing my roar, and with my hand gripped tightly, the savage, initially shocked and pale-faced, slowly lowered his head and quietly stared at the ground.

It also seems to be trembling a bit.

“Savage…” I slowed my voice, realized my mistake, and quickly corrected myself, leaning over to try and see his face from below.

However, unexpectedly, he suddenly pulled me into his arms like a sneak attack.

"What are you doing?!" I was in excruciating pain from his impact, and I was completely baffled.

One hand tightened around me, while the other was raised behind my back, its fingers touching my spine. The savage slowly wrote:

sorry……

I simply rested my head on his shoulder and asked him in a low voice, "What did you apologize for this time?"

After a while, neither too fast nor too slow, the savage wrote: "I should do everything."

That savage, he's omitting things again... I dutifully filled in the blanks and explained for him. What he actually meant was: earning money to support the family is something that should be done by him, the man.

"Gender equality, you know..." I'd already thrown a tantrum, so I couldn't let him vent again. I patted him on the back to comfort him. "You were running up and down the tree a few times, weren't you? We made a few coins, and with a few more we could make a bet... uh..."

The savage suddenly tightened his arms, making it difficult for me to breathe.

A fragrant breeze wafted by unnoticed. "Are you making money, or just the young couple having a little show of flirting?" someone asked.

The voice was very familiar. I pushed the savage away and turned around.

Under the bright blue sky, I saw a man in a light pink dress with a small lotus leaf collar and rouge framing his temples—"A transvestite uncle?" I exclaimed.

"A transvestite?" The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow and asked softly, "Isn't he a demon?"

As they spoke, dust particles scattered and fell from head to toe.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to prevent any unknown bits of food from flying into my mouth and poisoning me.

"Uncle," I asked him, my words mumbled, "what are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man smoothed his hair, squinted his eyes, and said, "I'll get my nails done."

...

"Really?!" The transgender man's eyes lit up.

"Really, really!" I patted my chest vigorously. "It really can make your eyes three times bigger instantly. I'll put it on for you later and take a picture of you to remember the moment."

The savage sat beside me, silent, watching me scrape the uncle's nails and then apply nail polish.

This uncle's hobby is quite peculiar, but his aesthetic sense is absolutely fine. He even uses the same nail polish color as me, a bright red.

"It's amazing!" The uncle was holding out one hand, a bright red, with five thin, white, and almost transparent fingers. It looked quite frightening in the sunlight.

"I'll buy this!" The uncle slapped the small, broken table. I felt sorry for the table legs, but it was the uncle who cried out in pain.

"This person is a monster," I thought to myself. "He's completely weak, frail and thin. He gets breathless when he talks fast, and when he slaps the table, he hurts himself so much he can't move."

“You should see a doctor.” I painted his last little fingernail and kindly advised him, “Look at yourself, you’re so sickly. If you go out alone, you might faint and no one will carry you home.”

The uncle remained silent for a while, so I looked up and asked, "Are you mute too?"

The middle-aged man nodded, his face covered by a thick layer of powder. Even if I were a god, I couldn't see what was underneath that powder—but I could see the powder floating in the creases, the lines were badly pressed together, and the cracks made it even more unsettling. A perfectly normal man in his thirties or forties, dressing himself up like this for no reason, wasn't he afraid of being laughed at? If he were really abnormal, that would be one thing, but he was perfectly normal, and I felt sorry for him.

"My savior..." I was just about to say that I had a classic foundation to recommend to you when a large group of people suddenly appeared from some corner. They were all armed with knives, spears, and clubs, which frightened the passersby. They were dressed in gray servants and formed a neat formation. They instantly appeared and surrounded me, the savage, the uncle, and the big tree.

The savage didn't move, the uncle didn't move, the big tree didn't move, and my eyes darted around, unsure whether I should move or not.

A richly dressed noblewoman then arrived, breaking through the crowd and kneeling down in a rush.

"Fireworks shop owner..." the wealthy woman wailed, "Please have mercy, my husband... he really... really needs your help... please have mercy, please have mercy... I don't care how much money I have, just bring him back..."

After crying, she immediately bowed.

I backed away, pulling the savage along with me. The atmosphere was off; everyone was coming for the old man. Overall, it shouldn't be related to me or the savage.

However, at least I moved, while the uncle sat there, idly drying his fingernails, as if it were none of his business.

The noblewoman dared not rise, the servants glared at her, the situation was urgent, there was a brief calm before it erupted, but something was about to explode.

Finally, the uncle finished drying his nails, turned around, and said leisurely, "I'm not running a fireworks shop anymore, I'm opening a coffin shop instead."

With a loud "Wah!", the woman burst into tears, wailing and cursing.

"Xu Yi demon!" Suddenly a loud shout came from the sky. A man dressed in all black and in tight-fitting clothes flew down from the rooftop across the street, holding a jet-black sword with the tip pointing directly at the uncle.

What to do? I grabbed the savage tightly, but he showed no intention of coming to my rescue; he simply stood guard in front of me.

Seeing my savior about to be in trouble, I moved further back, shrinking even more behind the savage.

When he felt safe, he peeked out and heard a clang of metal. A young woman in white clothes and white shoes, holding a white longsword, descended from the sky. She was as white as a steamed bun. With her sword held horizontally, she stood firmly in front of the uncle.

I was so scared... I patted my chest. Thank goodness the uncle was alright. Otherwise, I would never be able to eat or sleep properly for the rest of my life. How could I live like that?

"Get out of my way!" the man in black shouted. "I'm going to kill Xu Yi, this androgynous monster, to avenge my master and senior brothers!"

"Wishful thinking!" the woman in white said in a deep voice. "I'm taking the fireworks shop owner today. If you want to kill him, wait until he cures my junior sister's incurable illness!"

"That's not right!" one of the servants rushed forward. "We were here first! If anyone's going to be rescued, it should be our master first!!"

The servants cried out in fury, "Save the master! Save the master!!"

"Shut up!" The man in black twirled his ink-black sword, and somehow it pointed at the throat of one of the enraged servants. Then, he disdainfully withdrew the sword, raised it horizontally with one hand, and once again, pointed the tip of the sword at the transvestite uncle behind the woman in white, who was fiddling with his hands and looking left and right.

"Get out of my way!" the man in black said sharply, "or I'll kill you too!"

The woman in white said without hesitation, "With me here, no one will dare to lay a finger on him!"

The elegantly dressed woman stepped forward. "Please, gentlemen, have mercy! If you want to fight, go somewhere else. This is a matter of life and death—"

"It's so noisy," the uncle finally spoke.

However, his words caused the people around him to widen their eyes in surprise.

Several people, including myself, were there. After all, this was the first time I had ever heard the uncle speak in a voice that was neither soft nor charming, but rather cold and indifferent. His voice wasn't loud, but the moment it came out, it made people feel like, "I'm talking about you." That's what you call a stunning statement.

The woman in white finally turned around, looking at the man in disbelief: "What did you say?!"

The middle-aged man straightened his pink shirt, stood up, and said, "Xu Yi doesn't treat people when he goes out." Then he turned to leave.

"Stop right there!!!"

This time, there are countless swords, countless fists, and countless pairs of furious eyes, enough to tear a huge hole out of the old man.

He's a doctor? I was distracted for a moment, and he's actually a doctor?! Why didn't this uncle say so earlier? Was he doing this on purpose? Seeing the wild man unable to speak on the cliff edge, why didn't he take a pulse for him? Does he have no medical ethics at all?!

"You are a doctor who has failed Heaven, Earth, your mentor, Bian Que (a legendary Chinese physician), your parents, and your conscience! You are a doctor who has failed the heavens, the earth, your teacher, the medical profession, and even Bian Que (a legendary Chinese physician)! You are a doctor who has failed the heavens, the earth, your teacher ...

I was stunned. Who's so in sync with me?!

The savage glanced back at me, then grabbed my hand tightly, afraid that if I hesitated, I would be drawn into the battle.

Do I look like that kind of person? Do I look like such a fool? I can absolutely assure him that he can rest assured about the savage's worries.

As a result, the unscrupulous uncle was blocked from his way. Standing in the middle of the road, dressed in a light skirt and with a fair complexion, he calmly asked the crowd, "Conscience? What is that? If you want to find a doctor with a conscience, there are plenty of them in the world. Why bother with someone as heartless as me?"

I took a step forward and tugged at the wild man's sleeve. The wild man lowered his head, and I whispered in his ear, "Don't you think this uncle has a split personality? He's not the same person we met for the first time at all!"

Xu Yi

Where can one find someone who cherishes life as much as gold?

People were harassed in front of the fireworks shop.

In a small bar in Chengdu, I strained my ears and finally overheard someone talking about the various misdeeds of the unscrupulous uncle, which made me feel deeply gratified.

The man's name is Xu Yi. He became famous nine years ago. No one knows where he came from, but in the spring, he came to Chengdu from the south with a little girl of about seven years old. He opened a fireworks shop on Qingyang Street. Of course, it was not a fireworks shop. It was a medicine shop that taught people how to have sons, help men replenish their essence, and help women regulate their yin meridians. Or you could say it was an adult product store that was shortchanged and had incomplete stock.

The fireworks shop owner became famous because of a refusal made earlier by a legendary healer who "cherished his life like gold".

Back then, the former leader of the martial arts alliance and the leader of the demonic sect fought each other, and the former leader suffered a serious injury to his heart, nearing death. Therefore, all the renowned martial arts masters in the land mobilized to save this once-in-a-lifetime figure, turning the Central Plains martial arts world upside down, all to find the elusive and elusive Doctor Jin, whose medical skills were divine. The result…

They couldn't find it.

I only found one message, which said: If you need anything, go to Chengdu and find Xu Yi.

At that time, no one knew that Xu Yi had opened a fireworks shop. No one knew who Xu Yi was or how unknown he was. So much so that martial arts masters and various gangs and factions opened branches, departments, and headquarters one after another in order to find such a nobody in Chengdu.

From then on, Chengdu became a battleground for various martial arts factions and forces in the Jianghu.