But then again.
If Grandpa really was an ordinary person,
then all these coincidences were far too coincidental—so coincidental that they felt unreal.
I still felt that my grandpa might be hiding more than he let on, that there might be things about him I didn't know.
Maybe he had also dabbled in the Feng Shui circle, so I asked Grandpa, who was sitting across the table, "Grandpa, when you were young, aside from running with gangs on the Shanghai Bund, did you ever enter the Feng Shui circle? Or did you ever think about learning these real skills?"
As I spoke, my eyes stayed fixed on Grandpa's eyes and expression.
I was watching for any abnormal reaction that might appear on his face.
When Zhang Yuchen and Mao Jing beside me heard my question, they also looked up at Grandpa.
But Grandpa's expression did not change in the slightest.
Still holding his bowl of liquor, he looked at me with a smile. "Of course! Why wouldn't I? How impressive would it be to master real skills? Like I said before, when I saw someone lifting a gu curse, I thought it was amazing. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found someone to read your fortune after you were born, then built a house shaped like a human head. And I wouldn't have kept that Curse-Suppression Art I picked up by the river all these years. I wanted to learn, but I couldn't make sense of it. Then what a coincidence—now you've made it into the Feng Shui world and learned real skills. This book is perfect for you to study. Come on, have another drink!"
Not only did Grandpa show no strange expression, his answer was perfectly reasonable as well.
I couldn't spot any flaw in his expression or his words