Chapter 216: Is This Who You Call “Somebody Else’s Wife?”
Bathing in the afternoon sun, the ancient streets were still showered with their gorgeous rays. Even though time has taken its toll on the streets, she was reluctant to grow old.
The old teahouse on the street had simple furnishings, not as formal or well-dressed as other teahouses—a small square table, bamboo chairs, shabby china, and a copper teapot. A few snacks were decked out on the table, and a few old people sat around it.
Drinking tea and chatting with one another, listening to soap operas, and gossiping—this is the daily routine of the elderly on Mudan Street.
When young, Yibei and Sumi’s group of friends loved to run over to the teahouse for no other reason than to listen to the old people ramble about mystical stories that could be true or false.
A serpentine woman who is a fairy, or exorcising corpses to beckon the gods, or statues who eat children…
The stories were slightly unsettling, enough to scare children until they sweated, but they couldn’t seem to pry their ears away.
At the time, Yibei’s habit of talking nonsense had already begun to take shape, and he would always find illogical aspects of the story and point them out, making the old people furious and testing the limits of their cerebral haemorrhage and myocardial infarction, causing him to be beaten up by the old people.
Thinking about it now, he felt that the beating he received was not a loss at all. The stories told by the old people were probably true.
Looking for logic in the world of urban legends is simply stupid.