C16 A Fool (1/2)
After leaving the Nan Clan, Ye Qiao went to the market to buy ingredients and fruits for three days, and then went to the brush and ink shop on Culture Street to buy a set of the Four Treasures of the Literature Hall that were specially written. Compared to the computer and the endless string of pens, ballpoint pens and brushes, Ye Qiao was still used to recording his prescriptions and the trifling details of his daily life.
It was already noon by the time he got his things and took a taxi home.
Hearing the commotion from the road, Qiu Xiangyang immediately rolled up his sleeves and used a brush to clean the tiles beside the flowerbed. When Ye Qiao returned to the path in front of the villa, he greeted him: ”Mr Ye is back?”
Ye Qiao ignored Qiu Xiangyang and headed straight for the main door.
Seeing that this trick was useless, Qiu Xiangyang quickly threw the brush and ran to Ye Qiao's side. He followed him to the door and politely reached out for the bag in Ye Qiao's hands: ”I guess it's pretty heavy to buy so many things, let me help you carry them in.”
Ye Qiao's footsteps paused, he turned and looked towards the hand Qiu Xiangyang had extended over: ”Take it away.”
In order to not anger Ye Qiao, Qiu Xiangyang immediately retracted his hand and looked at Ye Qiao with a fawning face: ”I have already cleaned the flower pots, I guarantee that I won't be able to pee at all … ”If you don't believe me, go take a look.”
”I'm not going to make your movie. Go away.”
”Now is not a movie, I just want to be friends with you, Mr Ye.”
”I don't make friends.”
”…”
Ye Qiao stared at Qiu Xiangyang coldly for a while. Qiu Xiangyang was so scared by his stare that he could only tactfully move aside and watch Ye Qiao carry the bag into the room.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Qiao was in the middle of cooking in the kitchen when he suddenly heard some extremely minute footsteps behind him. He was not wearing shoes, and was probably tiptoeing on the floor, Ye Qiao put down the bowl in his hands, and extended his hand out to the row of knives in front, picking up a sharp knife that was used to cut fruits. When the person behind him neared the pillar outside of the kitchen, Ye Qiao casually threw out the fruit knife.
”Bang!”
The fruit knife brushed past Qiu Xiangyang's eyes and directly stabbed into the dart target hanging on the pillar!
Qiu Xiangyang didn't even manage to catch a breath, and almost burped in fright.
”While I still have patience, scram.”
”…”
When he did not hear a reply, Ye Qiao took out a blade and was about to throw it backwards — —
”No, no, no. I'll get lost, I'll get lost …”
”You think I don't know?”
”Mr Ye, your ears are really godly. You even know that I came in without shoes.”
”F * ck off.”