Chapter 67.2

She knew that Fu Yangxi would not lose his temper with her because of such a small matter. Even if he lost his temper, she could just coax him. He was always easy to coax.

But if he is sad, she will feel bad too.

Anyway, the important thing is that in the future, she will no longer be close to him because of luck.

She already liked him with all her heart.

So, Mingxi told a little white lie, and said, "Actually, during that time, it was because the shower gel on Xi ge smelled so good, so I couldn't help but take a few more sniffs."

Case solved. That's what it turned out to be.

Ke Chengwen was amazed. "Xi ge, you should thank the shower gel you used those few days, otherwise Zhao Mingxi might not have liked you."

"...???"

"Are you looking for death?" Fu Yangxi's face turned foul all of a sudden. Is this what a person should say?

He jumped into a rage, picked up the book in his hand and threw it at him.

Thanks to Ke Chengwen, Mingxi had to hurry to coax him this afternoon and tell him that she didn't like him because of the smell of shower gel.

#A murder caused by a bottle of shower gel#

But a few days later, Mingxi saw that Fu Yangxi bought back several boxes of the shower gel that he used at that time. After taking a shower at night, he was still pretending to be nonchalantly dangling beside Mingxi, with a face full of hesitation that said "why don't you come here and sniff me?".

Mingxi: "..."

Oh no, maybe he'll use this shower gel for the next few years.

After the Labor Day holiday, Mingxi had accumulated 612 potted plants.

The more the numbers go up, the slower it accumulates. Many useful things at the beginning, such as sending text messages and sending desserts, are not useful to increase luck anymore.

She wondered if she had to marry Fu Yangxi to reach the last 999th tree.

But Mingxi was not in a hurry.

From the very beginning, her goal was just to fill her negative luck. She only wanted to become an ordinary person who would not be dragged down by negative luck.

She never thought that she had to have the aura of a heroine.

But as the tender seedlings gradually increased, Mingxi still felt that her luck now had changed drastically from the worst time before.

For example, when she was walking on the playground, a basketball was thrown straight at her - in the past, it would definitely cause swelling on her face once she is hit, but now, for no reason, she would be blocked by a physical education teacher running over.

Mingxi: "..."

Mingxi now knew what the heroine's luck was.

Isn't this smooth sailing? Even the basketball that was about to hit her couldn't fall on her, she was so lucky.

*

May 13th was a Sunday, less than a month before the college entrance examination.

In late spring and early summer, it was slightly hot and vegetation grew wildly.

It has become a tradition for Mingxi to go to Professor Gao's place every Sunday, but this time may be the last time before the college entrance examination.

After all, she had to concentrate on preparing for the exam.

"Professor Gao didn't want the health care product I bought last time. Now it seems to have expired." Mingxi squatted on the ground, searched out the present from the cabinet that Professor Gao threw out last time, and sighed. "What a waste."

"That old man is really harder to take care of than me." Fu Yangxi took a sip of water, walked over and said, "Last year, I told him that weeds grew wildly in the yard, and that the haystack was too dry and easy to catch fire. For that, he even scolded us and kicked us out. Later, I hired someone to remove all the grass in the yard while he was away, and when he came back he beat me out with a broom."

However, this old man had helped Mingxi a lot in almost a year's time.

Fu Yangxi said, "Why don't we give him alcohol this time?"

Mingxi had an idea. She raised her head and said, "Also, let's not say that we brought it for him. We'll carry it when we go, and then pretend to forget to take it when we leave. He doesn't know our address, so he won't send it back to us."

"Oh, and buy some summer shirts for his grandson. Summer is coming."

"Little clever girl," Fu Yangxi couldn't help laughing and rumpled Mingxi's hair. "Well, I'll send you there first, and then I'll go buy the shirts and wine."

Mingxi replied, "Okay."

Otherwise, if Mingxi is late, Professor Gao will be upset again.

Professor Gao's house was remote and dilapidated. It was situated deep in an alley, surrounded by old men and women. But Professor Gao had a weird personality and didn't get along well with his neighbors, so most of them stayed behind closed doors.

It was a hot day. When Mingxi passed by, he was playing chess with himself, while his grandson sat watching the ants in the hole in the wall.

Mingxi put down her things, and asked with difficulty what his little grandson wanted to eat. Then, she planned to go shopping for groceries.

Professor Gao glanced at her. Although his face was still as cold as before, he was actually a little bit reluctant.

For more than half a year, it was only when Zhao Mingxi came over every weekend, there would be a little life in this dilapidated house.

As soon as she left, the house returned to its desolate and dead silence.

Soon Zhao Mingxi will take the college entrance examination. After the college entrance examination, she will definitely not stay in the local area. There is a high probability that she will go abroad to study. Then, the days to come will return to where he and his grandson can only depend on each other.

"I'll go shopping with you." Professor Gao patted the ashes on his trousers and stood up.

Mingxi hurriedly said, "I'll just go on my own."

Professor Gao said impatiently, "The rice is gone, and you, a little girl, can't carry it. You can go and buy vegetables, while I go and buy rice. Our journey to and fro will only take 20 minutes. My grandson is autistic, not a fool."

Mingxi had no choice but to shut up.

Before leaving, Professor Gao asked his grandson to play in the room, and then locked both doors of the room. The front door was locked from the inside, and the back door was a small door opened from the kitchen.

He and Zhao Mingxi walked through the vegetable field behind the small gate together, and went to the vegetable market from the back mountain path.

In the quiet afternoon, the hot sun was like a heat wave.

Zhao Yuan watched Zhao Mingxi enter the dilapidated house, but did not see Zhao Mingxi come out. The room is dead silent, are they taking a nap?

Zhao Yuan stood in the alley, looked up at the narrow sky, and then looked around - she had been here several times, and confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras around.

Zhao Yuan's hands and feet trembled.

If you set a fire, the crazy flames will burn along all the fabrics in the house. This kind of old house will be completely helpless under the crackling fire.

It's not a house with an elevator either, so there wouldn't be fire hydrants in it like schools would.

She didn't know whether the fire was burning fast enough or whether it could last until the fire truck arrived, trapping Zhao Mingxi inside and burning her to death. But in this place, deep in the alley, it would be very difficult for fire trucks to drive in.

She read a lot of news recently and knew that a fire may not burn that fast. Something needs to be added——Zhao Yuan glanced at the oil tank she got.

But what if the people inside break through the window?

Do the windows and doors still need to be locked from the outside?

In that case, Zhao Mingxi will disappear.

If she doesn't disappear, burns are fine too. If her face is ruined, will anyone still like her?

Fu Yangxi will definitely not stay by her side anymore.

Zhao Yuan's heart was beating fast as blood rushed to her throat.

She remembered that when she was 15 years old, before Zhao Mingxi came to this city, everything in her life was obviously fine.

She was sitting on a swing in the garden. Madam Zhao was sitting while reading a book with a smile on her face, and the nanny brought two cups of English black tea for them.

There were countless beautiful skirts in the closet for her to choose, and she was studying in the best school, surrounded by friends.

Zhao Zhanhuai was gentle and considerate. He would come to pick her up on the weekends, which made all the girls envious of her.

...

Those were clearly such beautiful days.

Then after Zhao Mingxi came, these moments turned into Zhao Zhanhuai's disgusted eyes, and the bug flying on the lampshade in the crowded dormitory.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

That bug kept Zhao Yuan from getting a good night's sleep for several months.

She was going to have a nervous breakdown.

How could she live like a bug all her life?

If she couldn't get up again, then at least she would drag the person she hated the most down with her.

At least, let her experience hell with herself.

The more Zhao Yuan thought about it, the crazier she became. Her hands and feet were cold, but her face was distorted and flushed.

She walked softly into the yard.

*

Mingxi came back first with the vegetables. Professor Gao might be a little slow carrying the rice.

Before she reached the entrance of the alley, she heard screams, and many old ladies and old men ran out in fear. Then, she saw a fire coming out from one direction, reflecting red on the bungalows next to her.

Something is burning somewhere.

Looking again, it was the direction of Professor Gao's house. The flames were very large, and the whole house was like a huge furnace, steaming and roasting the people inside. Thick smoke billowed and circled upwards.

Mingxi was startled, the vegetables in her hand rolled all over the floor. She quickly ran over there. "Did someone call 119?"

"Y-Yes, the fire truck is on its way, but, but—" The fat old lady who ran out sat limply on the ground.

Professor Gao's grandson was still inside.

A normal person would cover his mouth and nose, break the glass, and escape from the window, but that child must have been at a loss.

Moreover, Professor Gao locked the door before leaving.

By the time the ambulance arrives, it will be too late.

Mingxi's heart was pounding. She vaguely felt that something was wrong with this matter. It was impossible for a fire to ignite without reason. It was more like it was caused by herself.

But at this moment, how could she care so much? She snatched a soaked sheet from an old man who had just rushed out, covered her mouth and nose, and rushed in.

10 meters.

She just had to rush in and bring him out.