Chapter 203 Dirty Things
The family was still staring at the retreating shadow of Jiang Qilan's car. Cheng Ling had already entered the house alone with her suitcase.
Cheng's mother clicked her tongue and sighed: "...he has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, an inverted triangle, a dog-like waist, and long legs. He is a very handsome guy who looks thin when dressed but has plenty of flesh when undressed."
Cheng Baisheng held his forehead: "Mom! The most unworthy thing about Chief Jiang is his appearance. Besides, you can't just judge people by their appearance, right?"
Mother Cheng's eyes widened: "What's wrong with appearance? Everyone loves beauty! Beauty means justice. People who are so handsome are generally not bad people. In other words, such handsome people are forced to become If he is a bad person, then I am willing to forgive him.”
Cheng Baisheng:......
He turned to look at his father: "Dad, what do you think my mother's theories are?"
"What's wrong!" Father Cheng smiled at his wife, "Doesn't this prove that your father and I are a handsome guy? Otherwise, your mother wouldn't have chosen me."
Mother Cheng winked.
Father Cheng blew a kiss.
Cheng Baisheng: ...I can’t see it anymore.
After Cheng's father blew a kiss, he said with emotion:
"This kid is really good. It's just that the car he drives is a bit bad. Why don't you ask the housekeeper to pick up a Land Rover from our garage tomorrow and give it to him. Just the three million Range Rover. Parkson, do you think it's okay?"
"This is too much punishment. You are forcing Chief Jiang to make a mistake!" Brother Cheng was speechless.
"I also think this handsome officer is worthy of my sister!" Cheng Xiaomei's eyes were bright, and she turned to Cheng Ling and said, "Hey, I said sister..."
Cheng Lingdu changed into his sports clothes in his room and started exercising.
"Oh, my sister has gone home." Cheng Xiaomei turned around, "I have to ask my sister what she thinks of this handsome guy..."
"Wait for me." Cheng's mother followed into the house.
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"What do I think?" Cheng Ling put down the dumbbell helplessly, "Mom, little sister, can you restrain yourself a little! Chief Jiang will definitely think that I am a nympho!"
"With all your nonsense about chasing men before, are you worried that others won't think you are a nympho?" Mother Cheng muttered in a low voice, "Aren't you always a nympho who judges people by their appearance?"
Cheng Ling had nothing to say.
"Chief Jiang, he is so handsome!" Cheng Xiaomei said, "This kind of handsomeness is not the handsomeness of male stars in TV series, but he is really heroic! If he wears these knee-length black military boots, he will look so handsome. The waistband of the military trousers is tightened, and the small buttocks are more obvious. The top cannot be worn, and the eight-pack abs are exposed, tsk..."
Cheng Ling turned to look at Cheng's mother: "Mom, did you hear what my sister said? Are you sure you don't care? Are you sure you don't want to make a surprise check on what movies are stored in her computer?"
"Ah? What does it matter? Most of the movies she has there are from me. As the saying goes, mother is the first person to enlighten a child's aesthetics."
Cheng Ling had an ominous premonition in her heart:
"Don't tell me, you've shown me these things before."
"What!" Mother Cheng waved her hands and said, "It's my turn to find them for you. In the past, you helped me find weird and curious films. I would screen them and give them to your sister."
Cheng Ling:......
Speechless, I could only clasp my fists.
Risby, Risby!
Cheng Ling didn't have the courage to continue the conversation, so she abruptly shifted to the question she was most concerned about: "Little sister, what's going on with you? I heard from my elder brother that you fainted three times this month?"
"The hospital did a full set of examinations, and I also saw a Chinese medicine doctor, and they all said there was no problem," Cheng Xiaomei said nonchalantly, "I guess I have been studying too hard recently."
"You shouldn't faint even if you work hard. Are there any other symptoms?"
"Yes. I haven't been able to sleep well these past few nights. In my dreams, I always hear someone reciting ancient poems in my head."
"Recite ancient poems?" Cheng Ling frowned.
"Yes, memorize ancient poems," Cheng Xiaomei said, "and, it's very strange. I remember the long list of ancient poems in the dream very well, but when I wake up, I can only vaguely remember a few sentences."
"Which sentences?"
Cheng Xiaomei read silently: "...I dreamed back to the pool and searched hard, the aura was misty and without a trace..."
When Cheng Xiaomei read these two lines of poetry, Cheng Ling felt his chest tremble.
She must have heard these two sentences somewhere!
The problem is, she has no impression at all.
This is a very scary thing.
The training she has received is to enable her to clearly remember the time, place, and situation of everything that happened, so as to avoid deviations in her memory.
And she had no memory of hearing these two lines of poetry before!
Cheng Ling silently recited it several times in his heart.
Every time I recite it, I feel the blood surge in my chest.
——Could this be the memory of the original owner? ?
Cheng Ling quickly searched his brain and found no extra memories that did not belong to him.
Weird.
Cheng Xiaomei continued, "The problem is, I searched all over the Internet and couldn't find these two lines of poetry. Could it be that I wrote it in my dream?"
"I think this possibility is relatively high," Cheng's mother agreed. "Freud said in "The Interpretation of Dreams" that people have some strange thoughts in the subconscious state, which is the inertial effect of overthinking during the day, so , maybe this was inspired by your dream and wrote it.”
No, this is definitely not a poem written by Cheng Xiaomei in her dream.
Because she has heard it too.
But she didn't say anything, for fear of scaring them.
Just when Cheng Ling was puzzled, Cheng's mother said again: "Otherwise, it's because of something evil or something dirty."
Cheng Ling's heart trembled.
Dirty thing... am I considered a dirty thing?
Cheng's mother continued: "Next Friday is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Xiao Ling, your grandfather asked you to go see him. If you can't, take your sister and go to the temple to exorcise evil spirits and calm the soul."