Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 477 - 476: The Disappearing Enamel Basin

Chapter 477: Chapter 476: The Disappearing Enamel Basin

Sie Yufei realized something was wrong, but clearly, it was already too late.

Don’t think he doesn’t know that Brother Cheng has been wanting to break his legs for a long time!

Su Yuncheng came back carrying a basin of hot water and glanced at Sie Yufei’s feet sticking out of the bed, frowning, he asked, "Have you washed your feet?"

Sie Yufei: "...!"

Are his legs finally not going to make it? But... before breaking someone’s legs, Brother Yuncheng would still ask them to wash them clean, right? What if the person doesn’t cooperate? Would he help them wash?

Looking at Sie Yufei, who was full of fear and confusion in his eyes, Su Yuncheng turned his head and asked Lin Nianhe, "Is he going crazy again?"

Lin Nianhe covered his mouth and laughed: "He probably thought of some weird things."

Su Yuncheng didn’t bother with Sie Yufei anymore and simply urged him to go wash his feet, then just kept walking around Lin Nianhe.

Sie Yufei struggled on the bed for a long time and then asked softly, "Brother Cheng, what will happen if I don’t wash them?"

Su Yuncheng casually said, "Then just stay someplace else."

This sentence was automatically translated by Sie Yufei into — ’Then I’ll throw you right out the window’.

He glanced at the scenery flying by outside the window and immediately jumped down from the bed, picked up the basin, and went to ask the train attendant for hot water to wash his feet.

He could live without legs, but if he were thrown out directly, he would definitely die!

Sie Yufei sat in the attendant’s room, washing his feet three times in an almost pious manner, murmuring as he washed.

The attendant was so scared that he thought Sie Yufei had some kind of special fetish and almost kicked him off the train.

Sie Yufei didn’t know he had had a brush with death. He dallied around in the carriage, simply not wanting to face the bleakness of life.

He wandered to the hard-seater carriage, looking at the crowded people on the train, and suddenly had a creative inspiration.

Some of them were resting with their eyes closed in their seats, some were silently shedding tears while looking out the window, and some were flipping through the Red Treasure Book.

Sie Yufei casually put the enamel basin down by his feet, took out the deerskin cloth bag wrapped around his camera from his coat pocket, and honestly recorded everything he saw.

He walked and shot along the way, occasionally being questioned by people. He would take out the Huaxia Daily that had published his photo and the introduction letter to verify his identity, then take down their addresses, expressing that he would mail them the photos after washing them.

People were delighted at the idea of getting a free photo taken and sent to them, rushing to leave their names and addresses in Sie Yufei’s notebook.

Sie Yufei solved his problem with this tactic, but it also made it impossible to take good photos anymore — the whole carriage knew he had a camera, everyone was putting on an act, unwilling to reveal their truest selves.

Disliking those awkward poses, Sie Yufei closed his notebook and took his camera to the next carriage.

At the connecting part of the carriage, he spotted a father and daughter. The girl was young, only about five or six years old, wearing a pink floral cotton-padded jacket, asleep in her father’s arms. Her father held her, staring ahead blankly with hollow eyes. Though young, his temples were already gray, his stubble making him look particularly worn out.

Sie Yufei’s mind hadn’t caught up, but his hand had already lifted the camera and pressed the shutter.

The "click" of the camera did not bring the father back to reality; he seemed out of place with his surroundings as if the world could no longer accommodate him.

Seeing him like this, Sie Yufei found his feet unwilling to move away.

He crouched in front of the father and unpacked the cigarette he was carrying, offering one: "Buddy, have a smoke."

The voice close to his ear finally brought the father back to his senses. He looked at Sie Yufei perplexedly, noticing his decent attire, and immediately panicked: "Ah? I’m not allowed to sit here, am I? I’ll leave, I’ll leave right now..." As he spoke, he attempted to stand up, holding his daughter.

One wonders how many cold looks he had seen and how many times he had been driven away for his reactions to be so smooth and quick.

"Cough cough..." The little girl nestled in her father’s arms coughed a few times, her delicate eyebrows wrinkled, but her eyes remained tightly shut without opening.

"No no, please stay seated, I’m not a train conductor." Yufei hurriedly held him down, then lifted his camera, "I’m an educated youth, hey, I just took a photo of you and your child. I need an address, so when I get off the train, I can develop the photo and send it to you."

"Ah?" The world-weary uncle’s eyes were full of confusion, not comprehending what Yufei intended to do, but he still answered, "No need, I’m taking the kid to a relative’s home, I don’t even know the address yet."

The world-weary uncle’s eyes were brimming with stories, and Yufei wanted to ask for details, but seeing the girl’s cheeks flushed red, he temporarily suppressed his curiosity, "Uncle, is the child sick?"

"Uh-huh, running a fever," the world-weary uncle looked down at the child, then held her a little tighter.

This place was drafty from all sides, it was bearable during the day, but who knows what it would be like at night.

Yufei said to him, "Uncle, come with me, I will find a sheltered spot for you and your little one."

"That’s not necessary, I’m fine right here..."

"The child is sick, nothing is more important than her well-being. My sister has medicine, we can give some to the child."

Without further ado, Yufei took charge and led the world-weary uncle toward the sleeping carriage.

Apparently out of options, the world-weary uncle ceased his refusals, carrying his daughter and following behind Yufei step by step.

Yufei did not walk fast, and before reaching the berth, he called out to Nianhe: "Xiao He, do you have fever-reducing medicine? There’s a child here with a fever."

"Huh?"

Nianhe poked her head out and instantly noticed the world-weary uncle behind Yufei; seeing his clothes patched over patches, she immediately stood to look for medicine.

Yufei took the girl, placed her on his berth, and pulled over a blanket to snugly wrap her into a little bundle.

Nianhe took out a thermometer to measure the child’s temperature. While waiting, she turned back and asked, "Uncle, does the child have a cold?"

This was the world-weary uncle’s first time in a sleeping carriage, and looking at Nianhe who was like a porcelain doll, he fidgeted with the hem of his clothes, "Yes, yes, she just got a bit of a cold draft and then fell ill."

Nianhe nodded lightly, holding the child’s arm to ensure the thermometer stayed in place.

"Xiao He, keep an eye on the child for a bit, I’m going to get the uncle a sleeper ticket," Yufei whispered to her as he approached.

Instinctively, Nianhe reached into her pocket: "Do you have money?"

"Yes," Yufei lifted his chin, "Don’t forget, my photos also earn a fee."

With that, he marched off with pride.

Yuncheng passed a warm towel to Nianhe and casually asked, "How much does Fourth Sie make from his articles?"

Nianhe held up three fingers to him.

"Thirty?"

"Three yuan."

Yuncheng: "..."

"Never mind him, he feels rich as long as he isn’t starving," Nianhe said while taking the thermometer out, "Thirty-eight point six... Brother Yuncheng, help me break the fever-reducer in half."

"Okay."

Nianhe woke the child, administered the fever-reducer, and tucked her back under the blanket.

She wrung out a towel and laid it on the child’s forehead. When she saw the basin of water, she belatedly asked, "Brother Yuncheng, do you feel like we’re missing something here?"

"Huh?"

"Where’s Yufei’s basin?"