Zhang Ziyi glared fiercely at Zhang Zifeng, "Stop talking nonsense! Who do you think that is? That’s Mr. Fu! How could he possibly get lost?"
Zhang Zifeng pouted and said no more.
Fu Si followed the police car ahead onto the mountain road, turned on his Bluetooth headset, and received a call from Old Sir Fu.
"Have you arrived at Cloud Village?" Old Sir Fu’s voice came leisurely.
Old Sir Fu understood instantly, "What, got lost?"
He felt a twinge in his teeth and licked his lips.
That was the one thing about the old man—he guessed too accurately.
Indeed, Fu Si had gotten lost.
Cloud Village was too backward and too small; the navigation system couldn’t pinpoint it accurately, which led him to deviate further and further away, turning onto another road leading into town.
Fu Si didn’t dare to ask Chi Gui for directions.
With Professor Chi’s temperament, if he really asked, he would surely get a "Don’t come, you’ll be in the way."
Then he would have to use his brains to find another excuse if he wanted to visit.
Fu Si shifted gears with a lazy tone, not denying, "Old man, if you guess this accurately, have you also gotten lost before?"
"How could that be?" Old Sir Fu boasted proudly, "When I went there, it was Miss Chi’s grandmother who personally came to fetch me. Unlike you, so pitiful."
And he didn’t forget to twist the knife in his grandson’s heart.
Fu Si clicked his tongue, "Does Grandma know about this?"
Old Sir Fu hung up the phone directly.
Chi Gui, carrying fragrant incense and joss paper, came out of the room, locked the door, and received a message from Old Sir Fu.
[Miss Chi, that stinky boy is coming to find you. Please take care of him for the next few days.]
Seeing the message, Chi Gui wasn’t surprised.
She had suspected this ever since Fu Si asked how many people her grandmother’s house could accommodate.
Chi Gui walked outside and replied: [Where is he? Do you need me to pick him up?]
Old Sir Fu: [No need, no need, he’s lost right now. Just let him find you.]
She imagined what Mr. Fu, who intimidated everyone in Capital City, would look like getting lost.
The picture was somewhat beautiful.
Fu Si finally arrived at Cloud Village, led by the director. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⚑fire.net
He thanked the director and went straight to the village chief’s house.
Fu Si had never been to such a remote village before, but his greatest strength was dealing with people.
After some conversation, the village chief not only told him about Chi Gui going to tend her grandmother’s grave, but he also warmly offered to escort him there.
Fu Si declined and didn’t go directly to look for Chi Gui. Instead, he went to a nearby funeral shop to buy tomb-sweeping items.
The village chief, watching Fu Si’s actions, muttered with satisfaction, "This kid’s not bad, good-looking, and has a sharp eye, a perfect match for the Chi family girl."
Turning his head, he went into his house to grab his big smoking pipe and sauntered to the big tree at the east end of the village.
At this time, most of the village elders would gather there to enjoy the shade and chat about the gossip of every household.
Carrying incense and joss paper, Fu Si arrived at the cemetery indicated by the village chief and from a distance saw Chi Gui kneeling in front of a grave, methodically cleaning the surroundings.
It seemed to be a place that was regularly tidied; it was very clean, and Chi Gui only needed to pull out some newly sprouted weeds.
The surroundings were very quiet and open, which made her seem even more serene and soft, the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves falling on her, as she looked like a painting.
Fu Si quietly watched her for a while before stepping forward.
He put his things aside, knelt down, and helped Chi Gui clear away the weeds.
Chi Gui turned her head and quietly glanced at him, saying nothing.
It wasn’t until the weeds were all cleared that Chi Gui knelt in front of the grave again and said calmly, "Grandma, this is Fu Si. A new friend I’ve made."
Hearing Chi Gui calling him a friend, Fu Si smiled slightly.
He knelt down respectfully beside Chi Gui, scattered the joss paper around, and then lit three sticks of incense and planted them in the ground.
After finishing the sequence of actions, he spoke in a soft voice—