CH 147.2

Translator – Xiao He Lian

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Chapter 147.2

“…” The little boy was silent for a moment and then asked, “Don’t you have any memory at all?”

Wen Chi shook his head.

The little boy raised one corner of his mouth and squeezed out a cold “heh” from his throat.

Wen Chi: “?”

The little boy said: “I think you were fooled to death before you died.”

Wen Chi: “…”

Damn it!

Can this little brat talk? Why can he either pretend to be deaf and mute and say nothing, or he can choke people to death when he opens his mouth?

I’m so angry! Angry! Angry!

Wen Chi was so angry that his face turned blue and he yelled angrily at the little boy.

It’s a pity that the little boy has perfected the ability to treat him as air in a very short time. No matter how much he yelled, he didn;t even raise his eyes and instead concentrated on sitting in front of his desk, practicing calligraphy.

In the end, Wen Chi stopped talking when he was tired. Fortunately, he didn’t need to drink water or eat in this state.

Wen Chi circled around the room twice, looking here and there, and then stopped in front of the desk.

He sat beside the desk, trying to see what the little boy was writing. But the words the little boy wrote were so strange that he couldn’t recognize them even after reading them for a long time.

“What are you writing?” Wen Chi pointed at one of the characters curiously, “What is this character?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the little boy say impatiently: “Take your hand away.”

Wen Chi “…”

Wen Chi’s hot face was pressed against his cold buttocks1(one’s enthusiasm is met with another person’s cold attitude, be given the cold shoulder), and he really regretted it. He secretly cursed himself for being stupid, knowing that this little brat had a bad temper but he still took the initiative to get closer to him.

But if he doesn’t get closer to him, then there is no other place for him to go, currently only the little boy could see him and hear him.

Thinking of this, Wen Chi felt quite relieved. He laid quietly on the desk. He was originally watching the little boy practice calligraphy, but as he watched, his eyes involuntarily drifted to the little boy’s face.

Wen Chi had to admit that this little kid is really good-looking. He has a pretty nose and eyes but has a stinky face2(bad character?), but this should not affect his ability to grow up to become a handsome guy who will charm thousands of girls.

Wen Chi was fascinated and by the time he reacted, the little boy had already put down his brush.

Wen Chi immediately jumped up: “Where are you going?”

The little boy ignored him, changed his clothes and walked out of the house.

Wen Chi followed him all the way and found the little boy coming to the backyard of the house.

The backyard was very large, with all kinds of herbs drying on the shelves and on the ground. Two maids were holding bamboo baskets and collecting herbs. When they turned around and saw the little boy, they called him “Young Master”.

The little boy nodded at them and joined them in collecting the herbs.

Wen Chi deliberately walked up to the two maids and waved in front of them but the two maids were busy doing their work and passed right through him.

Wen Chi looked a little disappointed as he looked at the busy figures of the two maids.

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Wen Chi stayed here for more than ten days and got a general understanding of the family’s situation. In short, it was a family of three plus two maids who helped the mistress of the house to make herbal medicine. Of course, the little boy would also help from time to time.

Oh, by the way, the little boy’s name is Shi Ye.

Shi Ye refused to tell Wen Chi his name at any cost but Wen Chi took it upon herself to flip through Shi Ye’s books before he found the name – and strangely enough, Wen Chi was sometimes able to touch objects, but only for a relatively short period of time.

In order to test how to touch real objects, Wen Chi often touched here and there. When he saw Shi Ye, he couldn’t help but pat him on the shoulder.

At first, Shi Ye was disgusted with Wen Chi’s patting on his shoulder, but later he seemed to know that Wen Chi would never succeed, so he became indifferent.

Wen Chi lived a boring life.

He has accepted the fact that he is a lonely ghost with no memory and no place to reincarnate. No one can see him except Shi Ye, so he could only focus his life entirely on Shi Ye.

When Shi Ye learnt calligraphy, he watched from the side.

When Shi Ye collected herbs, he watched from the side.

When Shi Ye went to bed, he watched from the side.

Sometimes when he gets tired of watching, he would hide in the house and think about something else. The lonely ghost would not be tired or hungry, and when he was bored to death, he would envy Shi Ye for being able to pass the time by sleeping when he was tired.

That evening, Shi Ye went to have a meal. Wen Chi didn’t want to watch from the sidelines and drool, so he chose to wait in the house for Shi Ye to come back.

He was lying on Shi Ye’s bed for an unknown amount of time when he suddenly heard a creak in the quiet air.

The door was opened.

“Kid!” Wen Chi ran over happily, “You’re back.”

Shi Ye walked in through the door. He was only seven or eight years old, not tall, and his head only reached Wen Chi’s chest.

But Wen Chi still noticed the abnormal flush spreading on Shi Ye’s cheeks. He was stunned for a moment, then bent down and said, “Kid, what’s wrong with you? Your face is so red.”

Shi Ye seemed to be in poor spirits, his expression wan, like he was very uncomfortable. He tilted his head to avoid Wen Chi’s gaze and said in a cold tone, “You haven’t left yet?”

Wen Chi wondered: “Where should I go?”

Shi Ye glanced at him, then walked around him and walked in: “Didn’t you say you wanted to look elsewhere?”