Chapter 31:

They entered the house together, and it was dark, and the two of them became inexplicably cautious.
At the door of the bathroom, Pippi's footsteps suddenly stopped. Helan Jingting asked wittily: "Do you still need my help?"
"Thank you, no need. I can do it myself."
She took the bath towel he handed her, her face flushed for some reason. He glanced at Helan secretly, and found that his eyes were dim, startled, and seemed to be guessing her expression.
"Are you...not going in yet?" he finally said.
"Oh, yes, yes."
Pippi quickly escaped into the bathroom, and took a bath three times. I don't know if it is because of the inconvenience of the eyes or the habit of cleanliness. After Pippi came out, he waited for Helan Jingting for half an hour.
The two met in the living room. For some reason, they were a little embarrassed.
Pippi had no choice but to find words: "The weather today is really good. It has been raining last week. Alas, the plums are already yellow, and this rainy season should be over, right—"
Helan Jingting didn't say a word for a long time. After a while, he walked to the door to find a blind stick: "I'll take you to lunch."
They took a walk to a restaurant down the mountain. Although holding hands all the way, the atmosphere was strange, and neither of them spoke much. Pippi thought to himself, this skeletal body is stray, why doesn't it feel like it's not keeping up? It's not as good as first love, and I don't know where it was wrong. Entering the restaurant sullenly, he sullenly ate a bowl of "double ginseng stewed garden fish" that Helan Jingting gave her a medicinal gas. After drinking another large glass of cold drink, Pippi spread his hands and asked, "What next?"
As always, Helan Jingting sat next to her and watched her eating, but did not even drink a glass of water: "Today I am going to the museum. Come with me."
Pippi shook his head quickly: "If I don't go, I will rest at home."
"No." He stood up, drew his cane, and pulled her up from the chair.
"Why?" Pippi felt weird and had to follow him. "I don't want to interrupt your work. I would rather watch TV at home."
"I don't have a TV at home."
"Then send me back to the dormitory, I will seize the time to review my homework."
"During the treatment period, both physical and mental labor must be reduced." Helan Jingting remained unmoved, "This will consume your vitality."
"Well, I don't like going to museums," Pippi confessed, "because it's so lifeless, like a thousand-year-old tomb."
She said casually, without thinking about it, Helan Jingting couldn't help raising her eyebrows:
"Lifeless? Thousand-year-old tomb? Actively say that should be called cultural accumulation, right?"
Helan Jingting's unhappy look was actually quite fierce, with a face like Chegwana, Pippi couldn't help laughing:
"Why are you nervous? I didn't say you. Besides, aren't you two hundred years away from a thousand years? You are not very old, really are you." Pippi pointed to a cypress hugged outside the window, "this tree The tree must be much older than you..."
The opposite person had a dark cloud on his face, and his squinted eyes were cold.
Pippi quickly changed his words: "That's right, there are so many tourists in the museum, I don't like people visiting my bald head."
These words worked, and Helan Jingting finally did not have an attack.
After two seconds, he said, "May I suggest you wear a hat?"
The hat was bought temporarily from the store, and it was simple in style and rounded just to cover the head. Pippi looked in the mirror while wearing it, and she was like a large baby.
She reluctantly followed Helan Jingting to the museum by car and into his office.
Pippi came to this office, but at the time he found the spittoon and didn't look at it seriously. I just remember that the contents are all antiques, even the spittoon is no exception. She found a hard chair and sat down, and yawned. After all, she was a little weak and tired after walking.
"If you are tired, you can lie down on the sofa. No one will come in casually." Helan Jingting pointed to a group of blue cloth sofas next to him.
"You obviously can't see it during the day, why are you still here?" Pippi asked, turning to the sofa, tilting his body.
"I never work at home," he said. "Home is a place to rest."
The office is actually very large, filled with things, and it looks a bit crowded. Obviously Helan Jingting didn't like the spacious space. Even the house he lives in is full of books and plants.
"Why do I have to let me follow you?" Pippi asked reluctantly, thinking that there was something hidden in it.
"I'm afraid that something will happen to you," Helan Jingting turned on the computer on the desk, "Although you look very energetic now, it is only supported by my vitality. You may fall down at any time."
It turned out to be so. Pippi was moved by his responsible spirit and hurriedly said: "If I really fall, can you save me?"
"Yes. I can lose to you at any time."
"Ask, is your vitality a renewable resource?"
"Yes." He whispered, "Are you glad that I am older than you now? True essence cultivation is not easy, and only a fox like me will have enough resources to supply you. But don't worry. You are very Young and energetic. If nothing happens, you will recover in a very short time. In fact, all I have to do in the next few days is to let your hair grow out as soon as possible."
He paused and added: "You may not believe it. For me, it is much more difficult to grow your hair than to restore your physical strength."
"Oh!" Pippi asked again: "What if we didn't kiss last night, but did something more serious? Will I... die immediately?"
Helan Jingting was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."
Pippi felt a chill in her back: "Priest, can't you stop it?"
"Don’t forget that we are foxes, not humans. All the'human' parts of us are designed to absorb human essence. If something like what you said happens between you and me, your true essence It will flow into my body automatically." He looked at her with a complicated expression, "This, even I can't control it myself."
"Doesn't anyone in the fox world have this ability?" Pippi said, "Isn't it enough for thousands of years of cultivation?"
"Humans are just our tools for cultivating immortals. We never intermarry with humans. Only one person has the kind of ability you mentioned," Helan Jingting said, "my father."
"In other words, in the entire fox world, only the Lord Master can marry a human woman, without her death. But—"
"Sorry, I have to work."
Helan Jingting interrupted her, put on the headset, and turned on the computer's voice prompt system.
He doesn't want to discuss this topic anymore.
Pippi frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly stood up and walked to the table, took off his headset, and asked word by word:
"Helan, who is your mother? She is human, right?"
She wanted to ask more, but her throat was suddenly caught by Helan Jingting.
Her fingers gradually gathered, and she felt suffocated.
"Let go... let me go!"
He stood up slowly, his face approaching her, his breath swirling in front of her eyes: "Since you want to hear the following story, I might as well tell you, Miss Guan."
"Let it go, let it go! You are about to strangle me!" She struggled desperately, scratching his face with her pointed nails.
"Yes. My mother is a human." His tone was as cold as an iceberg. "My father liked her very much and accidentally got her pregnant. He should have killed her immediately, but begged by my mother. Until the day the child is born."
Pippi's chest was ups and downs violently, He Lan Jingting had already let go of her hand, but she was breathing with tension, and she was more and more out of breath.
He patted her face and sneered: "Now you understand how stupid it is to provoke the priest?"
After a while, Pippifang coughed and said, "Priest, you are wrong. I have never provoked you. You provoked me first."
She also patted him on the face, and retaliated fiercely: "I am not that easy to provoke Guan Pippi."
Helan Jingting did not speak, her throat rolled, and the expression on her face could almost tear her apart.
At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.
He picked up the microphone:
--Hey.
Hello Mr. Pan.
Dragon Jade Huang. Wasn't it unearthed in Teng County, Shandong Province in 1982?
This is a popular ornament of the nobles of the Western Zhou Dynasty, found in the north and south.
I think it can only be second grade at most.
-Is the bottom damaged? Hmm... then I guess it's not even a third-level product.
--no, thanks. I have a Western Zhou Yuhuang carved with dragons and humans. It is a second-class product. Are you interested?
Of course not a national cultural relic. It is the collection of my teacher. It was given to me after his death. The certificate is complete and the appraisal certificate is attached.
1.6 million, I accept the bank draft.
Sorry, Mr. Pan, this is a net price.
Seeing the goods? of course can. I will be free before five o'clock. You can trade at the bank, it's safe there.
--Row. Well, see you at four.
No answer, thank you. I will bring my assistant with me.
I remember your mobile phone number. See you later.
He hung up the phone and clicked on his cell phone. There was a mechanical time signal from inside: "It's 2:25 pm Beijing time."
Pulling open the keyboard, too late to connect the headset, he quickly typed on the computer. At the same time came the female voice in the voice recognizer:
"Jade Appraisal. Line break. Line break. Title, Song Ti No. 3, centered. Line break, line break."
Helan Jingting's hand-typing speed definitely surpasses professional typists, and there are no typos.
"Black body number three, single-faced dragon-carved jade ornament. Line break. Line break. Space, space."
The female voice of the recognizer read boringly: "Comma No. 4 Arial, 9.5 cm long, 2.9 cm wide, and 0.3 cm thick.... Made of blue and white jade. Blue and white with several reddish brown spots. The texture is delicate, warm and smooth, Translucent. The front is decorated with two sets of symmetrical dragon and dragon patterns, and the back is plain. The human shape has no four legs, and the body is curly. The nose, eyes, ears and hair patterns are complete. The dragon body is coiled, the head has horns, and the nose is rolled up, oval. The eyes and the mouth show fangs. The body is carved with tooth-shaped ornaments and a perforation at each end. There are open-cut holes in the dragon pattern. The chronicle is from the late Western Zhou Dynasty. Unearthed during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, it is the official book of the rites of the Xu Jie family Tibetan. Flowed into the folk after the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Jade Class II. Wrap, Wrap, Wrap. Text is aligned to the right. Appraisal unit: Expert Committee of the Chinese Society of Cultural Relics. Appraiser: Helan Jingting."
After finishing the draft, Helan Jingting took out a watermarked paper from the filing cabinet and stuffed it into the laser printer.
The appraisal is printed out in a second. Pippi was wondering how he could find the signature, and saw that he compared a plastic ruler on the table up and down, touching the space for the signature with his hand, signing the name and stamping, and was about to appraise it. The book was stuffed into a large envelope.
Pippi suddenly said, "Do you need me to check it for you? You won't stamp the stamp upside down?"
Helan Jingting glanced at her indifferently, grabbed her finger and gently placed it on her stone seal: "Touch it, is there a word here?"
She touched the word "上" in positive writing.
Oh, Pippi smiled, it turned out to be so.
Fortunately, after a short interruption, Helan Jingting's mood miraculously recovered: "Pippi, I want to see a guest. Can you go with me?"
But Pippi's heart was still entangled: "So, it was your father... who ate your mother? How did you eat it?"
"Guan Pipi," Helan Jingting's face sterned again, "this topic sounds like goose bumps even in the blood-drinking fox world."
"Is it only the liver, or the whole person?"
"I only ate the liver." He wrapped the letter in a bag, "Do you have a peculiar pleasure after hearing it?"
"I have a special fear. How do you eat it? Is it raw?"
"Pippi."
"Your mother was still alive while eating?"
"Pippi!"
"Well, I will accompany you to meet the guests."
When they arrived at the gate and they waited for the rental together, Pippi pulled his arm and said, "Last question. When your father ate your mother, did he cry? Is he sad?"
Regarding this, Helan Jingting answered quickly: "No."
"So you hate your father."
"There's nothing to hate," Helan Jingting turned her head to look at her, her eyes empty: "I am the same person as him. Sooner or later I will eat you."
"You are not." Pippi said affirmatively.
"I'm."
"surely not."
"How do you know it's not?"
"If you want to eat me, you would eat it long ago."
"It's not time."
"Hehe, Helan, you are so cute."
"what did you say?"
"You are so cute.... You can't bear to eat me."
"Or else, today I will eat your finger first." He put her finger in his mouth and bit gently.
Without the slightest fear, she suddenly hugged him tightly: "I like you, Helan Jingting. Tell me, is one of my previous lives your mother?"
He quickly spit out her finger: "Bah! Bah! Disgusting!"
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