Chapter 213 Life is a Play (9)

Zhong Lian’s residence was actually a separate courtyard, which was much better than the East Courtyard where Wen Chan and other players were crowded in the same courtyard.

As soon as she entered the room, Wen Chan threw Zhong Lian onto the bed.

The architecture and furnishings of the houses here are all ancient, only the people are new.

Zhong Lian kicked off her shoes, rolled into the bed, opened the embroidered quilt, and patted the bed, “Chan Chan, come and sleep.”

Wen Chan looked around and sat down at the table. “Don’t you have to boil water to take a shower here?”

“what?”

Her sudden words made Zhong Lian stunned, “Chanchan, do you want to take a bath?”

Wen Chan didn’t say anything.

It would be really inconvenient if taking a shower was so difficult.

“I’ll go boil some water for you.” Zhong Lian didn’t quite understand what she meant, so she could only get out of bed, put on her shoes, and run out to boil water for Wen Chan.

Wen Chan didn’t stop him.

After he left, she quickly got up and started searching the room.

After all, it was not Zhonglian’s home, and I didn’t find anything about Zhonglian.

There are quite a few things about the mayor’s house.

These things are also useful to her.

Wen Chan found a box of rouge in the drawer of the dressing table, and underneath it was a letter that had been covered in dust for a long time.

There was no writing on the cover. When I opened the letter, I saw two yellowed pieces of letter paper.

There were still no words on the letter paper.

Wen Chan: “…”

Are you teasing her?
She opened the rouge again and took a look, and the smell of cheap perfume hit her nose.

Looking at these two things, she suddenly felt that there might be words on the letter paper.

It’s just that time has passed so long that it has faded away.

Wen Chan was silent for a while, then suddenly put everything back in place and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Why does she gossip about other people’s private stories?
“Cicada cicada!”

The voice of Zhong Lian was heard outside the door.

He ran in and saw Wen Chan sitting in front of the dressing table. He smiled at her and said, “Chan Chan, you have to get ready quickly. The hot water will be ready soon.”

Wen Chan was surprised, “So fast?”

It had been less than ten minutes since he ran away.

“There’s hot water in the kitchen. I’ve asked someone to get it for you.”

After arriving at this big mansion, the players did not wander around, and the troupe was busy with their last performance.

The mayor is not at home, so who boils the hot water in the kitchen?
Wen Chan suddenly remembered that before coming in, the mayor said that his wife liked to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures, but Wen Chan had never met her.

As the hostess of this big mansion, she didn’t react at all when so many outsiders came to her house.

He is indeed a very calm person who doesn’t care about worldly affairs.

Wen Chan asked: “Have you seen the hostess of this courtyard?”

“Are you talking about Aunt Liu? I’ve seen her before.” Zhong Lian blinked.

“Is it also something that Chanchan must do to inquire about the news about the mayor’s family?” he asked with his head tilted.

Wen Chan didn’t hide it, “About the same.”

Wen Chan still felt a little concerned about the mayor who changed his attitude and allowed them to stay overnight.

Plus those words that Zhong Lian used to “curse” Qin Ji.

She felt that it was not just Qin Ji who was in trouble, but perhaps all the players would be in trouble.

But he called her to the West Courtyard, so she would most likely escape the disaster.

Zhong Lian stared at Wen Chan for a while, and suddenly said, “Then you can go directly to Aunt Liu and ask her.”

He ran to Wen Chan, stood on tiptoe and whispered in her ear, “Let me tell you, Aunt Liu and the mayor don’t have a good relationship. I moved in two days ago and heard them arguing in the middle of the night.”

This chapter is a bit short, mainly because I have only slept for more than three hours since yesterday, relying on a cup of coffee to get through until now. I can’t hold on any longer, so I’m going to take a leave.