Feng Mang

46 Overnight

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Translator: Polarbearadise

Editor: Me + jlei2000

Han Dong returned home, the first thing he did was to look for his phone.

He narcissistically thought that after he turned it on he would receive overwhelming missed calls, turns out that after more than ten days there were only three strange numbers that contacted him, moreover it only rang for one second then stopped. Even though he knows that it might've been a scam call or wrong number, Han Dong still tried to return the call again and again, until the fees were inexplicably deducted and were out of credit.

All day long, Han Dong had used all kind of ways to contact Ye Chenglin.

He left a message online but haven't received a reply, the last time Ye Chenglin logged on was the night before he left Beijing after that, there wasn't any more movement. Han Dong went to Ye Chenglin's other brothers to inquire, as a result they all expressed that they don't have Ye Chenglin's new number. There were some people that spoke on the phone with Ye Chenglin on the day he got married, then after that they couldn't get in contact with him anymore.

There was a split second that Han Dong had thought of going to Gui Zhong to look for Ye Chenglin, but after that he then gave up on that thought.

A person might have tens of millions kinds of reasons to contact you, but there was only one reason for him not to contact you--he doesn't want to contact.

At night, Han Dong suffered from insomnia.

In his hand he was playing with the rope Ye Chenglin left behind, rubbing it in a circle, then rubbing it in reverse circle, rubbing and rubbing it causing the middle of the rope loosen. A small piece of paper that couldn't clearly be seen then fell down gently.

Han Dong was gazing elsewhere, his heart suddenly feels like it was being bound by something.

His eyes turned to the rope but didn't find anything strange.

The next morning, Han Dong dressed up like a dog-like model, carried a folding stool to the street. When he saw an acquaintance, he would say a few joking words, when he saw a beautiful woman he would blow a whistle, walking toward the entrance of Northern Film Studio, he customarily stopped for a bit then continue to proceed......

(T/N: 人模狗樣 (dog-like model) = pretending to be what one is not, have on an image that is not like someone who is serious, behavior and image doesn't match, look like human but more like a dog = look ridiculed)

(T/N: 馬紮 (Maza/folding stool) = A traditional Chinese, small, collapsible wooden chair with front and rear legs crosses, and have stretched canvas or hemp rope, string, etc.)

(T/N: 臭貧 = smelly/stinky = joking, say something with a joke.)

At this place, there was a blind man who also told fortune all year round. Because of competing with the person of the same profession, he and Han Dong the two people up until now hadn't deal with each other. But today, yet Han Dong for the first time ran to the other person's territory to seek "advice".

"You are this imperial capital's number one immortal yet you still need me to calculate (your fortune)?" The blind man deliberately displayed an overwhelmed by a favour from superior attitude.

(T/N: The imperial capital = Beijing, capital of China)

(T/N: 受寵若驚 (overwhelmed by a favour from superior) - feeling startled/uneasy/shock/surprised when someone or superior suddenly favoring or flattering you)