Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 644: Chapter 637: The Flower-Selling Beauty

Chapter 637: The Little Flower-Selling Beauty

”Are you reminding me?” Shao Huo’s gaze was like a torch, emitting strands of burning intensity as he tightly fixed his eyes on him.

”Brother Shao, please don’t get it wrong...”

Thump.

A sudden intense pain spread through his body, and warm blood continuously flowed out.

Zhang Zhicheng stared with wide eyes, disbelievingly looking at Shao Huo before him.

Shao Huo’s pale and gaunt face twisted grotesquely as he said darkly, ”Some things are not for you to meddle with, knowing too much isn’t good for you.”

”Brother Shao, why, why are you doing this? Did I say something wrong?” Zhang Zhicheng asked, terrified, staring hard into his eyes. He truly couldn’t imagine that Shao Huo would actually make such a ruthless move against him.

”Because you know too much.” Almost as soon as Shao Huo’s words fell, the knife that had been plunged into Zhang Zhicheng’s stomach twisted again, severing countless intestines along with it.

Zhang Zhicheng’s body stiffened violently, his hands clutching the knife that was stuck in his stomach.

Shao Huo’s face, grim with the aura of death, extended his hand to push Zhang Zhicheng’s face away.

Only then did Zhang Zhicheng fall backwards, his body violently trembling and convulsing as he coughed up gouts of blood.

It was only after a long while, his eyes rolling back, that he finally died completely.

Shao Huo put away the knife and took out a white cloth from his chest to wipe away the blood that remained on it.

...

After strolling around Yunhai University for a while, Lin Zifeng didn’t return to the Archaeology Department. Instead of staying around on campus, he might as well go to the Martial Arts Alliance to check some information.

He had just hailed a taxi at the entrance of Yunhai University.

The driver poked his head out, looking behind Lin Zifeng several times.

”What’s wrong, driver? Is there something amiss?” Lin Zifeng asked with a smile.

”Nothing,” the driver said honestly.

”Then why are you looking behind me?” Lin Zifeng found it a bit odd.

Could it be there was something following him?

”No, it’s not that, brother. Don’t blame me for being overly cautious just now. Because recently, you see, there was this guy who came with a bunch of young women and got into my cab. And then he got my cab all messed up with vomit. Coincidentally, that person, well, he looked quite a bit like you, so I couldn’t help looking you over twice just now.”

I’m dizzy.

Lin Zifeng was at a loss for words. What did he mean by looking like him, and moreover, bringing a group of young women to your cab to play vomit? It truly took a weirdo to manage such a feat.

”Young man, judging by your look, you don’t seem like a youngster; you look quite like a teacher instead. Tell me, brother, which department are you a counselor for?”

The driver was an old hand who frequently ran services at Yunhai University. Given that many counselors at universities were generally very young, some even younger than the students they guided, it made him more curious about Lin Zifeng.

”I’m not a teacher,” Lin Zifeng replied honestly.

”Not a teacher?”

”That’s right. I’m a youth from Yunhai University; I’m not a teacher. You might really be mistaken, driver.” Lin Zifeng also felt that the driver’s perception might truly be a bit off.

”Why do I think you look so much like a teacher?” The driver sized him up and down, nodded, squinting his eyes, the more he looked, the more he saw the resemblance. Perhaps this young man was deliberately keeping a low profile and pretending to be a youth.

”Sorry, I’m really not any kind of teacher, can we not talk about this topic, Master?” Zifeng pleaded.

”Oh, sorry about that, I might have been too excited just now and brought up this issue, young man, where do you want to go?”

”...”

Following the route Zifeng had instructed, it turned out just as Zifeng had anticipated — the driver was indeed unscrupulous, deliberately probing Zifeng to find out if he was a local or from out of town. Originally, Zifeng had intended to visit his sworn younger sister, Lin Chuqing.

But this wretch led Zifeng on a half-day tour of Zhonghai City!

It took over an hour.

When he got out of the car, Zifeng still gave him thirty yuan, the standard fare, which almost made the driver jump with rage.

The weather was fine today, the door of Chuqing’s home under the overpass was locked tight, it looked like Chuqing was out selling flowers again.

Through the shabby glass window of the small house, which was very clean even though it was less than twenty square meters, the little girl seemed adept at organizing the space; she made the originally cramped house look not crowded at all.

On the small table in the house, the bowls and chopsticks from breakfast were neatly arranged, an old rice cooker still plugged in, containing porridge cooked that morning along with some pickles, with the ’keep warm’ light still on.

It seemed like the little girl would be back for lunch that afternoon.

Thinking of this, Zifeng’s nose felt a bit sore.

Now that he was her sworn brother, although they shared no blood relation, her optimistic attitude towards life truly made Zifeng admire her.

A blind girl, orphaned from a young age, struggling to survive by selling flowers — her sheer spirit alone was enough to earn Zifeng’s respect.

Glancing at the time, it was also nearly twelve.

The little girl would definitely return for lunch. There was nothing delicious in the house, and she would likely have to make do with those pickles when she got back.

Zifeng decided to go out and get some extra dishes for the little girl. Continuously scrimping and eating pickles would undoubtedly damage her already frail health.

...

Around half-past twelve, the little girl finally appeared under the overpass, pushing her bicycle laden with roses.

It was late September, the daytime temperature unbearably hot, the morning’s hustle seemed hardly to have sold many of the roses in the basket.

A worn radio sat in the flower basket; Lin Chuqing gently pushed the cart with one hand, while the other held a white cane, probing the path ahead.

Accompanied by the sweet and touching song emanating from the basket, Chuqing hummed along softly, a bright smile gradually appearing on her delicate face.

The song in the basket was ’I Really Want to Have a Home.’

The song was long and moving, and every time it reached the climax, Chuqing couldn’t help but hum along.

Beneath her classical long dress, washed almost white now, there were several small patches that weren’t immediately noticeable as repairs. She had often picked up discarded clothes with her grandmother who collected recyclables. When she was young, she rarely had new clothes to wear.

So, her grandmother taught her how to patch up torn clothes, making the patches undetectable as if they’d always been part of the garment.

Soon, Chuqing pushed the bicycle back to the exterior of her small hut, eyes wide open, using the white cane to feel for the door step by step.

However, Zifeng stood quietly beside the little house, holding the braised chicken and various meats he had just gone out to buy.

He knew the little girl had lived a tough life these years, even being frugal with her regular meals, making Zifeng wonder if she had even tasted the chicken soup she had brought him last time.