The passer-by sister who wears the female supporting role in the era

Chapter 70
Gao Yueyang stopped at the corner for a while, making sure that no one was around and that no one inside came out, and then walked out slowly.

In an old two-storey building, of course there is no yard or anything. The surface of the wall has fallen off and dilapidated, and most of the clay bricks inside are exposed.

If you want to go in and hear what they are planning, other than going through the main entrance, the only way is to climb the window.

The windows on the first floor are not too high from the ground, and you can reach the window edge by raising your hand.

Gao Yueyang was also a rock climbing enthusiast in the last life, and now it is a piece of cake for climbing windows.

Take off, grab the window sill with both hands, and climb up as soon as you put your foot on the wall.

But to her disappointment, the window was locked from the inside.

Looking up at the window on the second floor, Gao Yueyang's eyes lit up, but it turned out to be hidden, thinking that it was not closed in time for ventilation.

After a while, Gao Yueyang successfully entered the room through the window on the second floor.

This is a room about ten square meters, with a small bed, a desk with a bookshelf and a camphor wood box.

From the color of the quilt and the several daily necessities on the desk, it is easy to tell that this is a girl's room.

Gao Yueyang gently opened the door to a gap, and the voices from the living room downstairs came into her ears very clearly.

"She is not too young now, so don't mention a word that shouldn't be said."

Wu Suhong warned worriedly.

Zhang Caiju slapped her thigh and swore to promise: "I will do it with a hundred hearts, and I will definitely do it properly for you."

Wu Suhong nodded with satisfaction: "Then go up and change your clothes now, people are probably coming soon."

"Okay, okay."

With a flattering smile, Zhang Caiju lifted the basket on the ground and went straight to the second floor.

Wu Suhong sat on the old wooden sofa, reached out and stroked her curly hair that had been permed for a while, her small eyes full of calculations.

Hmph, if it wasn't for the many benefits it gave her every time, she wouldn't be too lazy to do such a thankless and wicked thing.

Gao Yueyang entered the space, his mind moved, and the scene in the room outside came into view.

But what surprised her was that all the faces of the whole house gradually came to her mind, and she could still hear voices.

Gao Yueyang was ecstatic. Does this mean that he can see and hear everything inside without having to climb the window and crouching outside against the wall?
It seems that this space has not been thoroughly explored by himself. After returning, he still has to ponder it carefully.

There are only two small rooms on the second floor of this house, a larger bedroom on the first floor, and a separate kitchen and toilet. The living room is only about ten square meters.

Anyway, on the whole, this house is narrow and low, but the environment is indeed much better than the rural earth house.

Just as he was about to see what the woman downstairs looked like, the middle-aged woman who had followed her all the way pushed the door and walked into the room.

Gao Yueyang quickly retracted his mind and carefully observed her every move.

Zhang Caiju closed the door, reached out and took out a gray robe from the basket and put it on. Looking in the mirror, she carefully wrapped her hair that was not too long in rags and wrapped it up, and finally put on a gray hat.

Gao Yueyang was a little confused, so she actually dressed up as a nun.

However, this doubt did not make her wait too long. After a while, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Gao Yueyang fixed his eyes on the door in the space,
I saw a young girl in a pink cotton-padded jacket with two shiny braids, with a charming smile on her face.

Hehe, it's not who Song Baozhen is.

Immediately, Gao Yueyang was so excited that he felt that today was a big luck, and the puzzle was about to be solved, ahahaha...

However, there are often some things that cannot be too happy.

"Godmother, is Master Zhang here yet?"

As soon as the door opened, Song Baozhen couldn't wait to ask.

Wu Suhong's face sank, she stuck her head out and looked outside. She felt relieved when she found no one, so she reprimanded in a low voice, "You are talking nonsense at the door, don't let me in quickly."

Only then did Song Baozhen realize that she had said the wrong thing because she was too anxious.

After entering the living room, he quickly apologized pitifully: "Godmother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Wu Suhong's face slowed down: "Master Zhang is still in Lan Ying's room on the second floor. This time, you godmother, I took the boss's strength to invite people, do you know if you listen more and ask less?"

"Well, I see, thank you godmother, I'll go up now."

Song Baozhen did not wait for Wu Suhong to respond, and hurried up to the second floor.

In the small room, the "nun" dressed up by Zhang Caiju was posing an inscrutable appearance to Song Baozhen.

I saw that she first looked at her face, then shook her head for a while, nodded for a while, and the expression on her face changed, very strange.

After that, the "fake nun" grabbed Song Baozhen's hand again, and began to gesture towards the palm of her hand, her lips squirming and making a grunting sound, she couldn't make out what she was talking about.

At this time, Gao Yue was busy drinking malted milk essence and eating big buns in the space, watching everything happening in the room outside.

The villain in my heart was already rolling on the floor with laughter. The nun dressed up by this woman was so arrogant that she was laughing to death.

Song Baozhen was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe, for fear that a little movement would affect the master's fortune telling for her, which was the key to whether she could live a happy life in the future.

The fake nun babbled for a while, put down Song Baozhen's hand, closed her eyes slightly and raised her orchid fingers and began to count. Finally, she held up a few copper coins in both hands and shook them and scattered them on the table.

Gao Yueyang couldn't help but tsk tsk, this woman's ancestors made a living by fortune-telling, and they all lived without a piece of yellow paper.

The fake nun put the copper coin in a daze for a moment, then put her hands together and said earnestly, "Amitabha, the wildfire can't be burnt out, and the spring breeze blows again."

The corners of Gao Yueyang's mouth twitched, she is so talented, she even used poems.

Song Baozhen heard it in the fog, her brain was in a mess, as if it was about to burst, she reached out and grabbed Zhang Caiju's sleeve: "Master Zhang, can you be more straightforward? I don't understand."

The little girl before Zhang Caiju met was so pitiful, she was suddenly moved, but then she thought of money, but she couldn't screw it up.

Therefore, like an old monk entering meditation, he closed his eyes: "Resurrection, returning to the original point, this is a dead end that cannot be solved. Your future luck is the same as that of ordinary people. In fact, there is no loss to you."

Song Baozhen's eyes widened in shock, her face turned pale, is this still called no loss? ?

I didn't expect that the female educated youth surnamed Gao was so powerful that she could suppress herself to the death.

(End of this chapter)