Chapter 7

Lowering his head, Liu Shiba looked straight into Shangguan Ya's eyes and gently tried to hold her cold hand.

Shangguan Ya's cheeks turned even redder, and she deliberately turned her head to look at the elevator door. The two of them quietly looked at each other through the reflection on the elevator door, silent in this moment.

Liu Shiba skillfully intertwined his fingers with Shangguan Ya's, their hands tightly clasped...

For some reason, Liu Shiba felt his face becoming thicker, and his courage grew. He squeezed Shangguan Ya's fingers with his own.

"Mm... You're hurting me."

Shangguan Ya gently turned her head, and at that moment, a faint, elegant fragrance from her hair rushed into Liu Shiba's nostrils, further stimulating his sense of smell.

So, this woman is so fragrant?

Liu Shiba slightly pulled Shangguan Ya's arm and smoothly pulled her into his embrace...

Shangguan Ya's eyes were a bit dazed, and she subconsciously placed her right hand in front of her as if to block him, but she didn't resist much.

A hint of a strange smile appeared on Liu Shiba's face as he gently pushed Shangguan Ya back, leaning her against the side wall of the elevator. He then leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

"Ah..."

How could this little man be so bold?

Shangguan Ya's eyes widened, her long eyelashes fluttering. She pursed her lips, neither cooperating nor avoiding him. Her right hand pushed against Liu Shiba's chest, slightly creating some distance.

Liu Shiba lifted her right hand and placed it behind his back. Shangguan Ya sighed softly, obediently placing her hand on his lower back. She then closed her eyes and slowly relaxed her tightly closed lips, gently kissing Liu Shiba...

Time seemed to freeze in this moment...

At this moment, Liu Shiba felt as if he had returned to a few days ago. Two people who were once so close could end up being strangers.

It turns out that even two people who care for each other so much can completely lose touch.

Everyone is a lonely individual. Learning to be strong, brave, and to let go is essential.

Feelings can be intense, but they can also fade.

No matter how unwilling or reluctant, nothing can stop them from leaving.

Even if everything is deleted, the deepest memories cannot be erased.

...

Just then, the elevator vibrated, indicating that someone downstairs had pressed the elevator button.

The two of them held their breath, reluctantly stopping and opening their eyes to stare at each other strangely.

This time, Shangguan Ya didn't push Liu Shiba away. Instead, she made a face at him, bit his lip hard, and gently pressed her forehead against his chest.

Liu Shiba's mischievous hand was still holding hers. Shangguan Ya squeezed it and said in a sweet voice:

"Little rascal, you just know how to bully your sister. Let go of my hand, okay?"

Liu Shiba lifted his eyes and gave Shangguan Ya a gentle smile, but his fingers tightened even more...

Shangguan Ya frowned, pouting her lips in dissatisfaction:

"I'm going to be late for work..."

Hearing this, Liu Shiba gently released his mischievous hand and smiled:

"Take a taxi to work. I'm going to buy a lottery ticket. By the way, do you need to go back and change your clothes?"

Shangguan Ya's face turned even redder, and she gritted her teeth:

"You, you're too bad! I'll go up for a bit, and you go buy the lottery ticket. Who doesn't know you're a jinx? I'm waiting for you to win a big prize and treat me to a big meal."

"Okay!"

Liu Shiba helped Shangguan Ya straighten her clothes, and the elevator had already reached the first floor.

Liu Shiba nodded and walked out lightly.

With a light step, Liu Shiba couldn't help but think of his late grandfather. He couldn't help but look up at the sky, took a deep breath, and silently thought:

"Grandpa, watch me. I will walk the path ahead, and I won't disgrace the Liu family. I won't..."

Walking on the road, some of the unpleasantness dissipated. Liu Shiba hummed a tune with a poor pitch:

"We common people, today we are truly happy, truly, truly happy..."

Shangguan Ya stood by the window, staring at Liu Shiba as he disappeared around the corner of the neighborhood, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Then, she used her fair hands to touch a certain part of her body, her face flushing, looking even more delicate...

...

Walking out of the neighborhood, it was less than a five-minute walk to the lottery station at the street corner.

At a roadside breakfast stall, Liu Shiba took out a few coins and bought two meat buns and a cup of soy milk, barely filling his stomach.

Strangely, there was a crowd gathered at the entrance of the neighborhood, and strange, high-pitched voices could be heard from time to time:

"Ladies and gentlemen, old and young, look at me as I dig a trench, pull a groove, and kick a hole...

Punching the fierce tigers of the Southern Mountains, kicking the dragons of the Northern Sea, left with both ears flapping, right with an old tree coiling. Then, a kick to the swallow's nest. To be honest, this move was taught to me by my master's wife...

My master comes from the Zhongnan Mountains, and he created a health pill. One pill strengthens the foundation, two pills show results, and three pills make you as light as a swallow..."

Liu Shiba, being young, couldn't help but squeeze in to see the commotion.

He saw a strange old man with a bamboo hat, exaggeratedly waving a slipper with his left hand and drawing lines on the sole with his right hand...

"Ha ha ha!"

The crowd, consisting of men, women, and children, burst into laughter. A young man in a leather jacket laughed:

"Old man, is this digging a trench? Are you just drawing lines on the slipper?"

At this moment, an old man in the crowd glared at the young man, puffed out his chest, and explained in a know-it-all manner:

"Young man, what do you know? This is the jargon of street performers. They make a living by talking."

The young man asked curiously:

"Old man, tell me, what kind of performance does this old street performer do?"

The old man, with his white hair, shook his head, stroked his sparse beard, and after a moment of thought, said confidently:

"In my opinion, he's probably selling dog-skin plasters."

The dozen or so people in the crowd immediately agreed with the old man.

The street performer with the bamboo hat stumbled at this comment...

Only Liu Shiba interjected with a hint of doubt:

"Shouldn't a dog-skin plaster seller have a stall on the ground, like some kind of powerful pill, one a day, three days of no falling?"

The crowd burst into laughter...

Just as Liu Shiba's voice fell, the street performer's voice suddenly changed:

"My master taught me another secret skill. I can tell the gender of mosquitoes flying in the sky and the sex of ants crawling on the ground.

I, the old man, know the heavens above and the earth below. I can predict a thousand years of past marriages and five hundred years of future prosperity."

The men, women, and children in the crowd were speechless...

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