Chapter 20 (1/2)

Aoki saw Ma Fuqing's eyes flickering, but he didn't see their due surprise.

”You seem to know we're coming?” Aoki asked him.

Ma Fuqing quickly denied: ”no, no, my mother has a bad temper and doesn't like outsiders to come to my house. I'm really sorry.”

Aoki and Hu Xing followed Ma Fuqing into the gate.

The house of Ma Fuqing's family is very spacious, with two small second floors and front and rear yards.

Aoki wandered around the yard, and the sound of pulling the board on the ground made Ma Fuqing very uncomfortable.

”Come in,” Ma Fuqing urged. ”It's cool in the house. There are frozen watermelons.”

”Why don't you ask us why we're here?” Aoki didn't worry and wandered from the front yard to the backyard.

”It's my own fault that has caused trouble to the master and the police comrade.” Ma Fuqing trembled.

Many melons and fruits were planted in the front yard of the Ma family, but the back yard was empty. There was only a lonely old locust tree.

Qingmu stood in the shade under the locust tree, turned around the locust tree and said, ”this tree is good. It's cool here.”

I don't know if it's too hot. Ma Fuqing's face dripped sweat and said, ”master, tell me about something.”

At this time, there was a clang of iron chains somewhere, accompanied by a low roar.

”Do you have a Tibetan mastiff?” Hu Xing identified the direction of the sound and determined that it came from the house.

”Oh, no, either Tibetan mastiff or ordinary... Home, home dog.” Ma Fuqing's face was sweating more and more, and his clothes were soaked.

Aoki winked at Hu Xing and said, ”let's go in and sit down.”

Like all rural houses, the Ma family's living room is large, but poorly furnished. A square eight immortals table is placed in the middle, surrounded by several benches. In the corner stood a 32 inch old TV. The walls around it were painted with simple white paint. The walls were mottled, and some showed signs of falling off.

The air conditioner is not turned on in the room, but the curtains are pulled to isolate the heat outside. Several electric fans are turned on, which is also very cool. But in this way, it seems a little dark and dull.

Ma Fuqing's mother sat in the corner watching TV. A separate electric fan blew at her. The light of the TV flickered on her face. Hu Xing always felt that her face was gloomy, and she seemed unkind to their arrival, which made people feel a chill at the bottom of their heart.

She quietly told Aoki what she thought. Aoki said indifferently, ”isn't it cooler?”

Ma Fuqing brought the cut ice watermelon to the eight immortals table and asked them to eat it. Then he took one of them and pulled out the black and white ones one by one. Only the clean pulp was left before he took it to his mother: ”Mom, you eat.”

”Still a dutiful son.” Hu Xing gave Ma Fuqing a little favor for no reason.

Aoki smiled without speaking. Except in dreams, he never easily judges human nature. Human beings have learned too much camouflage in the long-term survival pressure and evolution. Even in dreams, sometimes the subconscious will deceive themselves, not to mention in front of strangers.

Ma Fuqing's mother grabbed the watermelon impolitely, her eyes tilted, and continued to watch her TV. There was no expression on her face. Hu Xing almost thought it was a clay statue.

Ma Fuqing has been waiting nearby. Her mother took a bite of watermelon and ate a watermelon without deduction. ”Poof” vomited on Ma Fuqing and threw the watermelon on the ground.

Hu Xing was stunned and said: it's a crazy woman!

Ma Fuqing's mother seemed to be able to hear it. She turned her face, stared at Hu Xing and asked Ma Fuqing, ”what is she talking about?” half of her face reflected the light of TV and half of her face was hidden in the dark. Her eyes were fierce, like seeing an enemy.

Ma Fuqing hurriedly stood in front of her mother and said, ”no, no, nothing. She didn't say anything.”

He turned around and smiled at Qingmu. He went to the corner and took a broom to clean the watermelon peel and the broken melon pulp splashed all over the ground.

His mother was still staring at Hu Xing, making Hu Xing uncomfortable.

After sweeping the floor, Ma Fuqing took a watermelon on the table and buckle the melon more carefully. After deduction, I looked again and again until I was sure there were no remaining melons, and then I took them back to his mother.

His mother pushed Ma Fuqing's hand away: ”don't eat.” then she got up and went inside.

When the door from the living room to the inner room was opened, there was another sound of chain clattering.

Ma Fuqing can finally sit down.