Tomb raiding: Today is another day I don't want to go home.

Chapter 114 Zhang Qiling Wakes Up

Anyway, the old woman was numb, but she still stubbornly put the vegetable basket aside and slung it over her shoulder. Then, she used her raised right hand to gently lift the hair that Yan Huai had covered his face and examined him carefully.

Yan Huai didn't dodge or flinch, and even considerately bent down, which made him notice the abnormality of the person on his back.

Although brief, the two arms draped over my shoulders did tense up for a moment when I bent over...

Yan Huai's pupils dilated, and the hand holding the porcelain bowl trembled as well—Zhang Qiling had woken up!

"This... young man!"

The old woman's words brought Yan Huai back to his senses. He lowered his eyes, waiting for her to continue, but his pursed lips still revealed a hint of urging.

"I'm so sorry! I saw you carrying Xiao Zhang into the courtyard house the other day, and your hair wasn't tied up, so I assumed you were... a tall girl. Plus, I ran into Xiao Hei before and asked him a bit, and he didn't deny it, so I got it wrong..."

Little Black? (⊙o⊙)

Are they black glasses? (?w?)

Is that so? (???)?

Yan Huai almost lost control of his expression when the old lady called Black Glasses. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Recalling the strange look on Black Glasses' face when he asked him to fix his hair, and combining it with the old lady's testimony, he realized that the case could be closed. It was just a misunderstanding.

"It's alright, it's all Xiao Hei's fault for not explaining clearly, causing you to misunderstand." Yan Huai grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth, his smile bright and sincere, as if that was how he usually called Black Glasses.

When the old woman saw that Yan Huai not only didn't mind, but also understood and considered her feelings as an old woman, she immediately squinted her eyes and became happy again. She was completely bewitched by the innocent appearance in front of her and felt that everything was very reasonable.

"It's also because I'm old, my eyesight isn't what it used to be, little aunt... oh no," the old woman almost misspoke again, quickly slapping her mouth to correct herself, "What's the young man's name? Is Xiao Zhang sick? Why have you been carrying him around these past few days? Have you seen a doctor? What did the doctor say? Should we try some folk remedies...?"

The old woman's questions were logical, but Yan Huai was a little overwhelmed by her enthusiasm. Coupled with Zhang Qiling's situation, he felt completely pressured. So, without batting an eye, he replied, "My name is Yan Huai. Little Zhang had an allergic reaction. He's seen a doctor and will be fine in a couple of days. It's warming up quite quickly lately, but the weather is dry, so please be careful with fire, Grandma! I'll go inside now, we can talk again another time!" But he didn't want that chance!

Yan Huai spoke a little fast, which made the old lady seem a bit dizzy, but she didn't miss any of the key information, which can be considered one of the skills of a "gossip guru".

The "fortune teller" nodded, adjusted the vegetable basket on her arm, and looked at Yan Huai, who had already stepped into the small courtyard, with a face full of doubt and concern. She then craned her neck and asked, "What kind of allergy is Xiao Zhang having?"

Yan Huai casually replied, "Onion!"

boom--

The sound of the gate ending the chatter also severed the "shaman's" love.

Yan Huai stood inside the door and let out a deep breath, but before he could finish exhaling, a slightly hoarse, clear, and cold voice rang in his ears.

"I am not allergic to onions."

Yan Huai was immediately at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated. He stepped inside, showing no intention of putting the latter down: "I know... how are you feeling?"

Completely unprepared for Zhang Qiling to wake up at this moment, Yan Huai was indeed caught off guard. The emotions he didn't know how to express were swirling in his mind like a colorful firework, making him a completely different person from the one who had just been educating the old lady about fire safety. He now appeared innocent and reserved.