After one leg, Big Brother Wen patted Wang Xiaobaa on the head and said softly.
"Have you seen it, just do this."
"… "
Wang Xiaoba silently stared at the man with only two feet sticking out of the trash can, struggling desperately.
The most funny thing is that the word 'non-recyclable' is written on the outside of the green trash can.
I thought it was a king, but it turned out to be a bronze.
Thanks to me still trembling for a day, Wang Xiaoba covered his face in the vicissitudes of life, "What should we do with him, he has discovered our identity."
"It doesn't matter, he's just an ordinary person and doesn't know what we really are, and the things he brought out are just half-baked gadgets." Wen Fengjin's mouth twitched, but his eyes swept coldly and he was still confused. A man who is struggling.
"This kind of half-hearted dare to come out and block the road. It seems that it is indeed a lot more peaceful now."
"Then leave him like that?" Wang Xiaobaa looked at the two kicked legs in a daze.
"Um."
"Let's go." A big hand lightly placed on the back of Xiaobaa's head, Wen Fengjin led Wang Xiaobaa past the man and left the alley. When they passed by, the man heard their footsteps, and his legs were still stiff. For a moment, do not pedal.
Hanging down like that with a sigh of relief when they're gone, don't say, it's quite vivid.
After the two went home to wash up, Wang Xiaoba put a thick mattress and pillows in the coffin, patted her belly and lay lazily inside, shouting in a long tone, "It's nice~~~"
A muffled low smile came from above his head, Wen Fengjin was holding a book and leaning over the edge of the coffin on Wang Xiaobaa's head to look at him, his long silver hair drooping in an arc.
Wang Xiaoba reached out and grabbed it and dragged it off its owner's shoulder. He narrowed his eyes like a hooligan and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed.
"Hey, the girl is really good-looking, come and sleep with the uncle!"
"You..." Wen Fengjin, who was called a girl who was not angry, was willing to pet him, knocked on his forehead, put down the book, and lay down in the coffin.
Very dishonestly, he rolled onto Wen Fengjing's body, moved the king's puppy cub, who used the boss's chest as a kennel, to adjust his position a few times, and then burped while covering his full stomach.
Wen Fengjin kissed his hair spin gently and hugged the puppy tighter.
"By the way, what happened to that man today?" Wang Xiaoba rested her chin on Wen Fengjing's chest, "Is he related to the 'craftsmen' you mentioned earlier?"
"Yeah." Wen Feng did not touch Wang Xiaobaa's hair, and explained simply: "I have met some people who are good at making utensils in the northern country. They can use mysterious methods and materials to make various kinds of utensils. It’s something that can’t be viewed with common sense. However, there are not many people like them, and they place great importance on talent, and… most of the craftsmen are eccentric and dull-headed.”
Having said that, Wang Xiaobaa remembered the man he met at night.
What's dumb, isn't that just stupid? !
After Wen Fengjin's explanation, Wang Xiaobaa was also a little sleepy, and it was because the man left an unreasonable impression of him, so Wang Xiaobaa didn't take it seriously, and quickly fell asleep in Wen Fengjin's arms.
But right away, Wang Xiaobaa knew that he was thinking too much and that he forgot about others, but it didn't mean that they forgot about him.
Almost every time he and Wen Fengjin go out these days, he and Wen Fengjin can see the man sneaking around with them last time. In the hot weather, he wears a big mask and sunglasses, covering them like a zongzi. I don't know if it will be heatstroke.
Wang Xiaobaa turned around speechlessly and looked at the guy who was only three meters away from him, holding his mobile phone and pretending to be a passerby.
Wen Fengjing had already looked around with a dark face, presumably looking for a trash can.
"Forget it, forget it." Wang Xiaoba quietly pulled him back, "There are people on the street, and there are surveillance cameras. Anyway, he can't help us. If he likes to follow, he can't go to the villa."
Wen Feng fully pressed the throbbing blue veins on his forehead, ignoring it with a cold face, but when he was about to get to the villa, he warned the man with a dangerous look again.
The tightly wrapped 'stalker' flinched and ran away.
I thought this was the end of the matter, but the next person was like living at the gate of their community. He could meet him as soon as he went out, followed behind them, and was swept into the garbage again and again by the wind. The bucket has almost become a frequent visitor to the trash can, but the next day people still persevered.
Wang Xiaobaa: "..." I seem to see a kind of brilliance called perseverance in him, I'm about to shed tears, Amen.
What is not hitting the south wall and not looking back, that's it.
Even Wen Fengjin was a little angry with Xiaoqiang's behavior. He tried to do it several times, but was suppressed by Wang Xiaobaa.
He always wanted to lead the life of an ordinary person with Wen Feng, eat together like a husband and wife, go to the mall and buy snacks at the supermarket, eat and drink enough to go around, and have time to go around for travel, enough fun Go back to the underground palace.
Anyway, they have too much time to walk together hand in hand.
They lived in despair and helplessness in the previous life, and this time he wanted to live the simplest life with Wen Feng, instead of being the legendary master of the tomb and immortal immortal, he would be a good person and a mortal.
Wang Xiaoba has never been stupid. He has lived alone since childhood, so on the contrary, he has a strong and tenacious heart under his giggling appearance.
He didn't feel any malice in that man either. Wang Xiaobaa knew that Wen Feng was exhausted and he must have understood, so although he hated being followed and didn't really kill him, he just didn't know why he had to follow him and Wen Wen. The wind is gone.
Maybe just curious
One day after that, when he and Wen Fengjin came back from the supermarket, it was raining lightly in the sky. Wang Xiaobaa, who had read the weather forecast, prepared two umbrellas and turned around with a big bag and a small bag, and Wang Xiaobaa suddenly remembered.
That big brother will not follow them.
He turned around abruptly, and sure enough, a pitiful person who had been poured into chicken soup followed them pitifully. When Wang Xiaobaa looked over, he took out his mobile phone in a panic and planned to pretend to be a passerby looking at his mobile phone to find his way.
… Brother, you have used this method countless times! ! !
Wang Xiaobaa thought about it, and saw that guy suddenly panicked.
It should be because the rain was too heavy, and the phone was old (Wang Xiaoba once saw a lot of bumps on the phone), the man fiddled with it for a long time, but the screen of the phone was still black, his eyes were closed, and he was completely away from him. And go.
This time, the buddy didn't care whether Wang Xiaobaa knew that he was here, he lowered his shoulders in frustration and held the sacrificed mobile phone gentleman.
The majestic torrential rain fell, and at this moment there was thunder in the air.
Wang Xiaobaa: ... This is so inexplicably pitiful, what's the matter? ! !
Wen Fengjin gave the other party a cold look, raised his umbrella and frowned at Wang Xiaobaa's toes wetted by the rain.
"We should go back."
"I know, wait for me first!"
Wang Xiaoba held up the umbrella and ran over, the man with only his eyes showing a bewildered look in his eyes, dodged and wanted to escape, but was caught by Wang Xiaoba, and then handed him the umbrella handle in his hand.
"You take it and use it, you don't have to pay it back. It's better to go home in this weather. You will catch a cold."
Showing a smile with a tiger's teeth, Wang Xiaobaa didn't point at this person to say thank you, turned his head to cover his head with his hands, and rushed under Wen Fengjin's umbrella.
"Okay, let's go." Wang Xiaoba said with a smile, shaking off the rain.
"Why did you give him the umbrella."
"Because it looks so pitiful, and I don't like rainy days at all."
It was also such a heavy rain back then. One person was carrying another person, walking on the long mountain road... At that time, the person being carried was thinking, if only I could hold an umbrella for him, but in the end, no one was there. To cover the biting rain on them...
Since then, Wang Xiaobaa has hated the rain.
Wen Fengjin lowered his head and stared at him, innocent and gentle black eyes and narrow, cold pupils looked at each other, after a while, Wen Fengjin said nothing, silently holding up the umbrella, tilted it towards Wang Xiaobaa...
Watching the person in front walk away, the tightly wrapped man clenched the umbrella handle in his hand and looked at the place where they left with complicated eyes. After being silent for a while, he turned and walked towards another road covered by heavy rain...
…
Since then, Wang Xiaoba has never seen the man behind them.
A month later...
Wang Xiaoba was wearing a sky blue apron and holding a wooden shovel to cook dinner in the kitchen.
Wen Fengjin doesn't like to eat heavy takeout, but he can't go to restaurants all the time, so Wang Xiaobaa, who used to live on his own, took on the responsibility of cooking.
When preparing the stew, Wang Xiaobaa took the seasoning jar, only to find that the salt jar was empty.
"The wind is exhausted—the wind is exhausted—" Wang Xiaoba shouted to the outside of the kitchen, and after a while, Wen Fengjin, who was wearing a loose nightgown, walked into the kitchen with long legs.
"Why, it's burned again?" His handsome face frowned, and he bent down in the next second to pick up Wang Xiaoba's long hair tied behind his head, and carefully check whether there were any burn marks on it.
"No, no." Wang Xiaobaa took a step back, "I just didn't notice it and it burned it last time. Our salt is gone." Wang Xiaobaa showed him the empty jar.
Wen Fengjin stretched his brows and let the smooth black hair slip away from his palm, "It's alright, I'll go buy it."
"Okay, hurry up, I'm still waiting for the soup here."
Wen Fengjin nodded and turned his head to go out to change his clothes. Wang Xiaobaa was not worried about Wen Fengjin going out alone. They have all been in this place for nearly two months. Wen Fengjin's learning ability is still very strong, not only Quickly mastered the basic writing, but also learned to use mobile phones.
The supermarket closest to them went back and forth as fast as they could, that is, twenty minutes.
Still wearing the same black jacket, jeans and short boots of the same color, he left the villa with his hands in his pockets.
The close-fitting clothes perfectly create a man's body full of strength and beauty. From shoulder to waist, from waist to calf, the arc is smooth and reverie.
With every step he took, the long silver hair that was tied high behind him would flutter slightly.
Feminine, with a handsome face that is too sharp, with the indifference that strangers should not enter, as the number of people taking pictures and peeking at him increases, the eyebrows with red lines gradually form deep ravines, and the eyes gradually become gloomy. .
That expression can be interpreted as 'If I disturb the deity again, I will make you look good! ', I don't know how many people would have been scared and shivered if I heard the wind and made this expression a thousand years ago.
And now-
"Wow he is so handsome!!!"
"Holy shit so cold cos!!!"
Smell the wind:…
Smell the wind: ￣へ￣
The Demon Lord, who used to be able to stop a child from crying at night, angrily picked up a bag of salt and quickly checked out.
The street lights outside had already been lit, and he paused in his footsteps when he heard the wind. He turned his head to look at a path extending out from the road, and the familiar smell of fishy sweetness blew to the tip of his nose along the cool night breeze.
Wen Fengjin lowered the corners of his narrow eyes and stared blankly there for a long time.
After a minute.
He raised the corners of his lips, put his hands in his pockets, his long silver hair was slightly blown by the wind, the red lines on his handsome face and brows and his slender figure looked like a demon in the dark night.
The delicate and expensive boots were raised, and the toe of the right foot stepped into the red liquid and slowly pulled back, pulling a long bloodstain on the dusty ground.
The pupils occupying most of the eyeballs looked at the liquid on the ground, and the people who were already messed up, filled with joy...
"You're going to die," he said.
The dark night covered up the disfigured body, only the man with the ups and downs opened his mouth and splattered blood. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Fengjin's ankle.
"help me-"
The words murmured in his throat, but no sound came out.
Wen Feng put his hands in his pockets and watched the end of a life where the fire of life was on the verge of being extinguished.
That expression makes me chill!
Those who are about to reach the end of their lives feel the suffocating fear!
But after a while, the desperate man saw with blurry vision what the man had pulled out of his pocket. After the other party looked at it, he said:
"it is good."
"I can save you."
[The author has something to say: Is anyone curious about what Wen Fengjin pulled out in his pocket
[small theater]
A gentleman with Wang Xiaozongzi: an ordinary person who is gentle and considerate at home.
Big Brother Wen without Wang Xiaozongzi: Looking at the dying man on the ground, he showed a devilish smile.
[Key point: This is an overhead text. The full text is overhead, whether it is modern or ancient, and has nothing to do with reality.]
Catch later.
Thanks for the big reward.
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