Chapter 23 Do you want to learn? I'll teach you!

Gong Ruomei finished her noodles quietly, and the room began to warm up with the help of the brazier.

"Are you full? Do you want me to cook some more?" Zheng Wenjie asked when he saw Gong Ruomei finished her noodles.

"I don't need it, you can go cook something for yourself. There is bacon in the kitchen, you can look for it yourself." Gong Ruomei pushed the bowl of noodles.

Zheng Wenjie ignored the meal and asked, "Gong Er, how long have Professor Yang and his wife moved into that courtyard?"

Gong Ruomei wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and the blush on her face faded a lot: "Two months."

"Do you know if there have been any strange things happening in that yard?" Zheng Wenjie asked curiously.
Gong Ruomei frowned, thought for a moment, and looked at Zheng Wenjie: "Professor Yang and his wife and I have only met a few times. What do you want to ask?"

Zheng Wenjie put the bowl of noodles between the two of them aside and leaned in closer: "I think there is something wrong with that yard, and that ginkgo tree looks so good. This yard will not be rented out until Professor Yang."

Gong Ruomei looked at Zheng Wenjie with a puzzled look: "I have heard a little about it. I also wanted to rent that yard at that time, but my uncle who came with me at that time did not agree."

"Why?" Zheng Wenjie was a little excited. Isn't this the feeling of a ghost movie? Next, he would have to exorcise the demons and ghosts by himself.

"Wait a minute, the water should be hot." After saying that, Zheng Wenjie went to the kitchen and brought the kettle and cups into the main house. He poured a glass of water for Gong Ruomei, put the kettle in the brazier, and looked at Gong Ruomei expectantly.

"Why are you suddenly so... so lively?" Gong Ruomei hesitated before she uttered a word.

"I was taking care of you, worried that you might be thirsty." Zheng Wenjie then asked, "Why didn't your uncle agree at that time?"

Gong Ruomei reached out and stroked the water cup. The redness and swelling on her hand caused by Zheng Wenjie's pinch had almost subsided. "At that time, my uncle seemed to have found out that there was something strange about that yard. People who lived there often found some inexplicable traces."

Zheng Wenjie stroked his chin and said, "Is this the yard? Has no one ever died there?"

Gong Ruomei shook her head: "No, it's just that the people who move in don't seem to stay long and move out. The yard was empty before I came to study, and it's been almost two years since Professor Yang and his family moved in. I was also surprised that the yard was rented out, and then I found out that it was Professor Yang's family who rented it."

Zheng Wenjie was a little disappointed. It was not very righteous to deal with a ghost that would not harm anyone. Forget it, just don't get involved with me.

After all, zombies can be divided into good and evil ones. For example, I am a good zombie, so ghosts should also be divided into good and evil ones.

"By the way, I heard from the old man selling pancakes at the intersection that someone seemed to have died in that yard more than 20 years ago." Gong Ruomei suddenly remembered.

Zheng Wenjie nodded. The dead person must be the ghost. "The dead person is a bald man who looks like a monk."

Gong Ruomei looked at Zheng Wenjie strangely: "No, it was a woman. I heard from the old man that the family living in that yard at that time lived in harmony, but who knew that the hostess suddenly committed suicide. Why do you say that the dead person was a monk?"

Zheng Wenjie pointed at his eyes, pretending to be a charlatan: "I am Zheng Wenjie, the head of the Zheng family in the legendary Nanmao, Beima and Western holy land of demons and monsters. I have the Yin-Yang eyes, which can see all demons and monsters."

Zheng Wenjie laughed awkwardly without waiting to see Gong Ruomei's reaction. After laughing, he realized that Gong Ruomei was looking at him blankly.
"Gong Er, what's that expression on your face? Did you believe it?" Zheng Wenjie waved his hand towards Gong Ruomei's eyes.

Gong Ruomei swallowed and said, "Are you a figure like the Chu Ma Xian family? No wonder you are so strong even though you have never practiced martial arts. But didn't you say that your family was killed by the devils and you are the only one left?"

Zheng Wenjie looked at Gong Ruomei who was fooled by his nonsense and was a little confused: "No, no, you believe it?"

"Are you telling lies? Then why do you think there is something wrong in that yard and say that the dead person was a monk?" Gong Ruomei believed it so much that she couldn't believe it anymore.

Zheng Wenjie tilted his head, as if, apart from the Zheng family, the holy land of exorcising demons, no one had told any lies, right?
"That Zheng family is fake, everything else is real, I really have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts." Zheng Wenjie nodded decisively.

Gong Ruomei nodded: "Is this a natural ability for you?" "Do you want to learn it?" Zheng Wenjie looked at Gong Ruomei with amusement.

"I wonder if you can teach me?" Gong Ruomei's eyes sparkled, and she had the ability of a spirit medium.

"If you want to learn, you can, but... "

Seeing Zheng Wenjie was a little hesitant, Gong Ruomei said hurriedly: "What do you need? Just tell me and I will try my best to find it for you."

Zheng Wenjie shook his head and looked at Gong Ruomei seriously: "This cannot be spread outside, unless, unless you marry me."

Gong Ruomei was stunned for a moment, the fading blush spread back to her snow-white cheeks, her heart was pounding, and she was at a loss for a moment and stammered, "I, I, just broke off the engagement."

"I know, I'll go with you." Zheng Wenjie nodded with a smile on his face. Seeing Gong Ruomei's look, he knew that she couldn't escape.

"What is this spirit medium you just mentioned?" Zheng Wenjie asked as he filled Gong Ruomei's cup with water.

Gong Ruomei was relieved that Zheng Wenjie no longer mentioned marriage. Although she was indeed attracted to Zheng Wenjie, it all happened too quickly.

"When I was a child, my father and I met a spirit medium. The spirit medium waved his hand and the whole mountain was covered with weasels." Gong Ruomei recalled the past.

"Later, my father said that the immortal was a disciple of the Shaman Huang Xian, who was looking for a man-eating monster hiding in the mountains."

Zheng Wenjie understood that Shamanism was a force that protected a region, just like Nanmao and Beima. "You wanted to learn magic, but why didn't you go there when you were in the Northeast?"

Gong Ruomei shook her head: "Shamanism only accepts disciples who have a connection with the five major immortals. Even my father has only met a few disciples who have been sent out to perform rituals in his life, let alone the five major immortals."

Zheng Wenjie looked at Gong Ruomei: "Have you ever seen a monster or a ghost?"

Gong Ruomei shook her head and took the cup to scoop up the still hot water: "No, except for that time, I have never encountered any other strange things."

"Then I'll take you to see him tomorrow?"

Gong Ruomei was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at Zheng Wenjie and asked directly: "Are you sincere to me?"

Zheng Wenjie looked at Gong Ruomei seriously: "If it's not true, why would I pester you?"

Gong Ruomei nodded and looked towards the room on the right: "Sit down and wait, I'll make the bed for you. I've always used that room as a study, but the bed is still there."

Zheng Wenjie watched Gong Ruomei open the door of the room on the left, and stood at the door looking inside curiously.

This room is Gong Ruomei's bedroom. It is very simply decorated with an ordinary carved wooden bed. On the bedside table is an upside-down blue and white porcelain vase with a few elegant plum blossoms in it.

There is also a small dressing table next to it, which is empty except for a mirror.

There is also an ink painting hanging on one wall, which still depicts a branch of plum blossoms.

Gong Ruomei took out the bedding from the closet, and seeing Zheng Wenjie standing at the door and looking around her boudoir, she quickly put the bedding into Zheng Wenjie's arms and said, "You, go make the bed yourself."

After saying that, she locked Zheng Wenjie outside. Leaning against the door, Gong Ruomei stared at the ink-and-wash plum blossom painting she had drawn on the wall in a trance.

(End of this chapter)