Chapter Eighteen: Tranquility

  Yan Qingcheng didn't expect Cong Ye to wake up at this time, and he even heard her muttering to herself. Suddenly asked by Cong Ye, Yan Qingcheng was slightly embarrassed.

  "It's just Cong Ye, nothing, you heard it wrong."

  Looking at Cong Ye's puzzled eyes, Yan Qingcheng immediately changed the subject.

  "Are you hungry? Get up and wash your face, I'll go heat up some food."

  After finishing speaking, she turned around and left. Cong Ye lay on the bed for a while, thinking about the moment he woke up earlier, clearly hearing his sister-in-law say "can't drag Cong Ye down", why did she ask her but not admit it?

  Cong Ye, chi fan le.

  Upon hearing Yan Qingcheng's gentle call, Cong Ye quickly scrambled up and ran to the water tap in the courtyard to wash his hands. Yan Qingcheng also came out and asked with concern:

  "Is it okay?"

  Congye stretched out his arms and kicked his legs, feeling full of strength throughout his body, and the wounds on his body no longer hurt.

  。

  "Sister-in-law, look, it's all better now, doesn't hurt at all."

  "Haha, I didn't expect your physical recovery ability to be so strong. Come in and eat quickly."

  Congye came into the house and saw a bottle of wine and a wine glass on the table, suddenly remembering that when his sister-in-law was treating his wounds, he had said that he wanted to drink some wine.

  "Sister-in-law, I don't know why, at that time I especially wanted to drink, but now I don't want to anymore."

  "Since you've bought it, try some. Drinking a little can help relieve muscle and blood stasis, which is beneficial for eliminating the hematoma at your wound."

  As she spoke, Yan Qingcheng picked up the wine bottle and poured a cup for Cong Ye.

  "Sister-in-law, aren't you going to drink?"

  "I rarely drink beer, and as for white wine, I've never even touched it."

  Cong Ye no longer persuaded Yan Qing Cheng to drink, and instead picked up his own cup and downed it in one gulp. Immediately, a pungent flavor filled his mouth and nose, causing Cong Ye to repeatedly stick out his tongue, his childish expression making Yan Qing Cheng laugh. He reached out to pick up the wine bottle and poured another full cup for Cong Ye.

  Congye was choked by the first cup of wine and tears almost came out, he casually picked up the wine bottle to take a look at the degree on it, it turned out to be 56 degrees. He remembered that he had told his sister-in-law before that he wanted high-proof liquor. He couldn't help but look at the wine cup with some difficulty and said:

  "That's more than enough."

  After the first cup of wine went down, Cong Ye felt that the hot flow in his meridians was running a little bit faster, but still within his control. He picked up the wine glass and took another sip, not saying anything else, but focusing on the reaction of his body after drinking. As the hot flow accelerated, it brought Cong Ye a very comfortable feeling, warm all over, like standing in the sun on a cold winter day, suddenly feeling the warmth on his back.

  Yan Qingcheng was about to pour wine for himself again, Cong Ye stretched out his hand and took the wine bottle, filled it up himself, tilted his head and drank it down. This time the feeling was even stronger, too comfortable. Having tasted the sweetness, Cong Ye had five cups in a row.

  "Don't just drink, eat more dishes."

  "Okay, okay, sister-in-law, you eat too."

  Cong Ye said, serving Yan Qingcheng a dish with chopsticks, but he didn't eat himself. Instead, he put down his chopsticks and carefully felt the changes in the flow of heat in his meridians again. It didn't continue to accelerate its running speed, but only maintained a speed about twice as fast as usual, running smoothly at this speed. Moreover, as long as his intention was slightly guided, it would follow like an arm command. This made Cong Ye extremely delighted, as if he had discovered a new continent. Did drinking have such benefits?

  Next, Cong Ye poured cup after cup until only one-third of the wine was left in the bottle before stopping. Cong Ye's actions startled Yan Qing Cheng, who hastily stopped him:

  "Don't drink anymore, it's bad for your health if you drink too much."

  "Haha, sister-in-law, I didn't think my capacity for liquor was so great?"

  Looking at Cong Ye's radiant smile, Yan Qingcheng was also infected and smiled:

  If you like drinking it, then drink more often in the future, but don't overdo it.

  。”

  Although it was called dinner, the time had already passed 12 o'clock. It would be more accurate to call it a midnight snack. However, tonight's dinner was very warm and cozy for both of them. It was as if they were in their own little world, with neither of them thinking about what kind of relationship they had with each other. After finishing dinner, Yan Qingcheng washed up and lay down on the bed, recalling the scene from earlier, her cheeks felt a bit hot. Such a scene only happened once or twice when Xiao Zhi came back to visit his relatives in those years.

  Kongye's mind wasn't on that, after returning to the west wing, Kongye simply sat cross-legged on the bed. Kongye didn't know why, but the hot flow in his meridians after drinking seemed so obedient, it could be done with ease. As the saying goes, "strike while the iron is hot", Kongye had always insisted on practicing to master that hot flow, how could he give up such a good opportunity?

  Until Congye felt his legs numb, he stopped. Through the curtains, he found that it was already dawn. What surprised Congye was that after a night of meditation, he didn't feel any fatigue at all. Getting up and walking into the courtyard, Congye practiced a set of combat skills he had learned in the army, naturally not forgetting to guide the hot flow into his fists or feet. Even Congye himself felt that each move was much more powerful than usual.

  "So early?"

  "Good morning, sister-in-law."

  "After having breakfast, don't go looking for things to do, just rest at home for a day."

  "No need, I feel today's condition is the best, and I have endless energy throughout my body."

  Yan Qingcheng just thought that Cong Ye was comforting himself, so he smiled and didn't say anything else. Through these few days of contact, Yan Qingcheng discovered that the young man in front of him, once he had made up his mind, would almost never change it. For example, the last few times, when advising him not to provoke those people from the real estate company, Cong Ye would always agree, but afterwards, he would still do what he wanted to do.

  After finishing breakfast, Cong Ye took out 40 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table, saying:

  "Sister-in-law, this is the money I earned yesterday, consider it today's living expenses."

  Before Yan Qingcheng could refuse, Cong Ye had already turned around and walked away. When he reached the door, he turned his head to say to Yan Qingcheng who was standing at the doorway:

  "Sister-in-law, if I don't come back for lunch at noon, I will call you to let you know."

  "Got it, take care of yourself."

  Today, Congye's luck was relatively good. As soon as he arrived on the street and stood with those looking for temporary work, he was spotted by a big sister.

  "Hey kid, my family is moving, what can you do?"

  "Can."

  Before asking about the price of the bunch of lotus leaves, that aunt actually mentioned it first.

  "My home is on the sixth floor, with my loved one helping me, all the household items were moved downstairs and loaded into the car, which cost 150 yuan. On the way to the new house, it's on the second floor, moving in costs 120 yuan, is that okay?"

  No problem

  。”

  Afterwards, Congye only knew why the big sister specifically looked for herself, because Congye had stuck her demobilization certificate on her chest-front clothes since she decided to go out and find odd jobs. The big sister was the one who saw Congye's demobilization certificate and chose him. When Congye followed her home, the big brother took a look and asked in surprise:

  "Have you just been discharged?"

  Yes.

  "I'm also a demobilized soldier, but I've been demobilized for almost ten years now."

  The demobilized soldiers naturally felt a sense of closeness, and the things in the house were not many, but there was nothing big, except for that refrigerator which was considered a big item. With the help of the owner, Congye used less than two hours to move everything down and load it into the car.

  "Good sir, you have a good body."

  "Brother is being polite, I'm called Cong Ye, what should I call brother?"

  "Li Tongren, your sister-in-law Wang Juan."

  "Brother, take a rest, we'll go to the new house later."

  "Li Ge, no need, let's finish it with one effort and then rest."

  Before lunch, Cong Ye helped Li Tongren and his wife move all the furniture into their new home, declining their invitation to stay for lunch. He took 270 yuan and happily returned to Rizhao Alley. Yan Qingcheng had just returned from buying vegetables outside and saw that it was already lunchtime. She hadn't received a call from Cong Ye yet and was wondering whether to cook for two people or one person. Just as she was hesitating, Cong Ye walked in through the front door.

  "Sister-in-law."

  Seeing Cong Ye's delighted expression, Yan Qing Cheng smiled and asked:

  "What's this? You're still alive?"

  "Today was a lucky day, I just went out and found a moving job, and made 270 yuan in the morning."

  "So expensive?"

  "I didn't negotiate with them, it was the couple who quoted the price themselves."

  Seeing the sweat on Cong Ye's face, Yan Qingcheng knew that this 270 yuan was not easy to earn. She quickly took Cong Ye's towel and handed it to him, saying:

  "Go wash up first and then rest in the house. Sister-in-law is going to cook."

  Such days passed for six consecutive days, and every day Congye could find work to do. At most, he could earn 300 yuan, and at least, he could still earn 145 yuan. Although neither of the two mentioned it, they both felt strange in their hearts. That Yu Xiaopeng, since the last time he sent Yu Fu to lead his men to make trouble, was beaten by Congye, but after so many days, there was no movement at all.

  Won't you be secretly preparing some tricks again?

  Not only did Cong Ye guess so, but Yan Qingcheng also felt that Yu Xiaopeng would never give up easily. Those spoiled and pampered rich kids who had been raised to never suffer losses or humiliation, how could they possibly retreat after suffering a huge loss and losing face?