bookcurios Chapter 1959 Only detailed chapters can defeat a performance.
Chapter 1959 Only detailed chapters can defeat a performance.
Only after confirming that the mysterious man had completely disappeared into the night did Lan Cuihua's tense nerves relax slightly.
After pouring Song Ziming a glass of water, she slowly slid down to the ground against the earthen wall, panting heavily, as if she had just been pulled out of the water from drowning, and a sense of lingering fear began to gather.
The exchange just now required her to concentrate fully on every word and every subtle expression, and the psychological pressure of fearing failure almost crushed her.
At that moment, a wave of fear washed over her, leaving her hands and feet cold and her whole body weak.
Song Ziming, who was standing to the side, had already removed most of the disguise material from his face. He stretched his neck and shoulders, which were a little stiff from maintaining a fixed posture for a long time, making a clicking sound.
He didn't speak or drink water immediately, but instead walked quickly to the window, lifted a corner of the old curtain, and cautiously observed the movements outside.
Snowflakes pattered against the window paper, making a soft rustling sound.
Snowing!
Apart from the sound of wind and snow, there was no other sound in the courtyard or alley.
After watching for a full three minutes, Song Ziming turned around and walked to Lan Cuihua's side, squatted down, and said gently with approval, "Miss Lan, it's alright. You did very well, better than I expected!"
Lan Cuihua raised her head, her face still wet with tears, her eyes still red, and her gaze held not only lingering fear but also a hint of accomplishment after completing the mission.
She looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar delicate face with a hint of surprise.
The Song Ziming I saw in the Li family courtyard before was always following behind Li Xiangnan. He didn't talk much, just like his shadow, with gentle eyes and a humble attitude.
At this moment, Song Ziming's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his movements were agile and steady, as if he had become a completely different person.
Perhaps, this is the real him.
“Brother Song… you’re such a convincing impersonator of my father… I didn’t even recognize him with that snoring sound…” Lan Cuihua sniffed.
Song Ziming laughed heartily, his smile dispelling some of his sharpness and restoring his usual humility. "Pretending is just a basic skill for me! But you, Cuihua, your on-the-spot reaction was superb! Especially the part where you added that you were afraid Grandma Tang would find out—it was so natural, completely dispelling the man's last bit of doubt. Only details can truly make a performance stand out!"
Lan Cuihua blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment. She glanced at the banknotes on the table, but looked away as if she had seen a poisonous snake, revealing her disgust: "Brother Song, I don't want a single penny of this dirty money. Please give it to Doctor Li for me later!"
Song Ziming's eyes showed even more approval, and he nodded: "Don't worry, Brother Nan will handle it. How are you feeling now? Can you stand up? Your father is already waiting in the morgue. We need to leave here as soon as possible, just in case!"
Lan Cuihua gritted her teeth and used her hands to support herself against the wall to stand up, but her legs were still a little weak.
Song Ziming reached out and helped her up.
Just then, a very faint thud came from the back window, like snow sliding off the windowsill.
Song Ziming suddenly tensed up like a bow, immediately pulling Lan Cuihua behind him. Without hesitation, he drew his soft sword from his waist and pointed it at the window.
"Ah..." Lan Cuihua gasped softly, her face turning as pale as paper in an instant.
Song Ziming's heightened state of mind told her that danger was imminent, and it was very likely that the man had returned!
No!
We can't let Brother Song face the danger alone!
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to react quickly in that millisecond, and suddenly grabbed the large scissors hanging on the wall, pointing them straight at the window, standing side by side with Song Ziming.
"..."
Song Ziming caught a glimpse of her actions out of the corner of his eye, and while he clicked his tongue in admiration, he also secretly admired her.
This little girl may seem delicate, but she has exceptional courage.
However, he had no time to think, as danger was already approaching, forcing him to focus all his attention on the window!
Still careless!
You can't go wrong with the view from the front window and the front yard, but you have to aim for the back window too!
Otherwise, we'll end up like this, trapped like turtles in a jar!
That person was indeed incredibly observant and launched a surprise attack.
It seems he just circled around and came back, having overheard our entire conversation. And he's not going to hide anymore; he's going to come in and finish us off now!
Song Ziming gripped the soft sword tightly, focused intently, and thrust his wrist forward, preparing to stab the slowly opening window with his sword.
woohoo-
A biting wind, carrying snowflakes, poured in through the cracks in the window.
A tall figure, like a shadow, silently flipped in, landing lightly without making a sound!
Song Ziming's soft sword suddenly thrust forward, but stopped abruptly the moment the man turned around.
"Brother Nan?"
Brush it!
The soft sword got stuck in the window frame. Song Ziming cried out in pain, "Damn it, I almost stabbed you!"
The man was wearing a cotton coat, with unmelted snowflakes still clinging to his shoulders and the brim of his hat. His face was pale from the cold, but his eyes shone brightly in the dim light, like stars in the cold night.
It was Li Xiangnan.
He patted the snow off his clothes, stamped his feet, and laughed, "Your kung fu is quite good, but you need to improve your eyesight!"
Song Ziming chuckled and sheathed the soft sword at his waist.
Lan Cuihua was stunned, only then realizing that Song Ziming was a martial arts expert, even carrying such a weapon at his waist. When she saw Li Xiangnan come in, she hurriedly hid the scissors behind her back, her face full of embarrassment.
Li Xiangnan reached over the stove to warm his hands, his gaze falling on Lan Cuihua, whose face was pale. "Cuihua, thank you for your hard work, you did a very good job!"
His affirmation warmed Lan Cuihua's heart, and her tense nerves finally relaxed. Her nose tingled, and she almost shed tears again.
"Dr. Li, I... I did everything you said!" she said, choking back tears.
"I know, I heard everything!" Li Xiangnan rubbed his hands together to ward off the chill. "I was just outside the window!"
Lan Cuihua and Song Ziming were both taken aback.
They knew Li Xiangnan would make arrangements, but they didn't expect him to personally brave the wind and snow and lie in ambush outside the window.
His movements went unnoticed even by the extremely vigilant Song Ziming.
Moreover, that man was extremely cautious; if he had been careless, he might have been discovered, and the consequences would have been unimaginable!
"Brother Nan, you took too much risks!" Song Ziming said, still feeling a bit scared.
Lan Cuihua was deeply moved. She knew that Dr. Li had braved the wind and snow to stand guard at the back window because he was afraid that she would get hurt.
She couldn't imagine how Li Xiangnan managed to remain motionless in the freezing cold, with the first snowfall in Yanjing arriving unexpectedly.
His hands were frozen stiff, ice crystals hung from his earlobes, and the snow on his trousers had frozen into frost...
Lan Cuihua felt more and more heartbroken the more she looked at it.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained!" Li Xiangnan's tone was surprisingly calm, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Only by hearing his reaction firsthand and judging his personality and level of urgency can our plan be more certain! Zimo, tell me your observations!"