Xue Xian nodded: "I guess it's almost the same."
Sitting in the chair, he played with the fire with his index finger boredly, and just after a few strokes, he suddenly slapped the table: "By the way, I almost forgot."
Jiang Shining and Shito Zhang, who were nestled by the table, were startled by him, and they all turned to look at him, waiting for him to express their opinions. As a result, the ancestor glanced at Xuan Min from the corner of his eyes, and said, "Where's the meal you owe?"
Jiang Shining: "..." What is it
Stone Zhang: "..." Oh mother, it's scary.
Xuan Min glanced at him, then turned around and stepped out of the hall, striding out the door.
After the time for a cup of tea passed, he came back with the food box lightly, with his appearance and temperament, as if he was not eating, but a lotus flower in front of the Buddha.
Jiang Shining glanced at him, and then glanced at Xue Xian, who was sitting beside him, and turned away silently.
The food box has four layers in total, containing six dishes and a plate of shortbread.
Xue Xian glanced at it. The porcelain dishes were warm and delicate, and the dishes were exquisite. They looked pretty on the table one by one. They had a faint aroma, which really made people eat. but…
but…
In this whole table of dishes, even under the lanterns, I couldn't find a single minced meat, all of them were vegetarian!
Complete! Yes! white! of!
Have you ever seen a dragon from which dynasty or generation lived on grass
Xue Xian rolled his eyes and pouted out of anger, new hatred and old hatred came together, and he found Xuanmin even less pleasing to the eye.
Although Xuan Min's memory was incomplete, his habit was still there. In the past days, he probably didn't eat meat, maybe he didn't eat much at all, so that he could live well without food for a few days. In short, let him buy it, he will definitely not be able to eat meat. In the end, Jiang Shining made another trip and brought back a few hard dishes, which was considered a real meal.
…
Except for the time eight years ago, Lu Twenty-seven had probably never suffered such a big crime.
As soon as he slept, he slept groggyly for seven days, oscillating back and forth between fever and fever reduction. Occasionally, he became confused, and in the middle of the night, he would spit out a few words, sometimes "Dad", sometimes "Dad". "Nineteen", as if he never opened his eyes, those things that have already happened will not come true, and those who are no longer will sit quietly by the bed and take care of him until he wakes up...
It was not until the night of the seventh day, when the watchman struck the gong, he finally opened his eyes with a trembling of his fingers.
Because of the burning for too long, there are still bloodshot eyes in the eyes. Under the reflection of the oil lamp, the eyes are covered with a layer of water, as if there is always a layer of tears.
"Awake?" Jiang Shining happened to come to dial the wick for him, and when he saw his eyes open, he asked, "Are you thirsty?"
As he spoke, he greeted the hall outside the house, walked to the bed again, and took off the yào cloth that was placed on Lu Tianqi's forehead.
The ghost's body was astonishingly cold, and it stuck to Lu Tianqi's forehead, causing him to shiver, a layer of water in his eyes slid down from the corner of his eyes, soaking the quilt: "Today, is it the first seven... "
Jiang Shining was stunned, nodded and said, "Well, it's the last night."
He was hoarse and covered his eyes for a while with the back of his hand. Then he lifted the quilt and sat up, and said lightly, "Is he still there? I'll go with him for the last night."
I don't know if it was Jiang Shining's illusion, this Lu Twenqi had been drowsy and slumbered for so long, and when he woke up, his tone of voice became closer and closer to Lu Jiu's. And when he got up, Jiang Shining became more and more certain that this was not an illusion, because Lu Twenqi, who was abnormally thin and small, had actually grown an inch taller in these seven days. It looked no longer seven or eight years old, but more like eleven or twelve years old.
Lu Twenqi fumbled out of the room, nodded sullenly to everyone, then entered another side room under the guidance of Jiang Shining, closed the door, and stayed in it for a whole night.
That night, there was no sound in the whole room, neither crying nor speaking.
When he said to accompany, he was really accompany. He stayed together quietly and did not speak, not enthusiastic or sticky, just like how they get along on weekdays.
The next morning, Lu Twenqi walked out of the room with a pale face. He touched the wooden branch left by Nineteen in his arms, staring at Shi Shizhang's direction for a long time with his dark, dull eyes, and said slowly: "Excuse me, can you help me carve two wooden signs."
Although he is a mason, he can also carve some wooden things, but it is not as easy as stone.
Stone Zhang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Xue Xian reminded aloud, "You can't see him when you just nod your head."
Shitou Zhang stared blankly at Lu Tianqi's eyes for a while, without daring to say more, only said: "Of course it is possible.