The wind started to blow at night, and the wind blew on Xia Wennan's face, making his cheeks that were hot from drinking feel a little cool, and the alcohol began to rise gradually.
Duan Ning didn't drink, he held his drink cup in his hand, and said, "I will tell Wennan about Lu Chuan's childhood, and I don't know much." The smile on his face faded, and his body moved slightly. Lean back as if starting to get tired.
Ming Luchuan said in a cold tone at this time: "I have already told him about my childhood."
Ming Siyan moved his body closer to Xia Wennan: "It's a pity that Wennan has forgotten."
Xia Wennan said: "I will remember."
Duan Ning asked: "What did you forget?"
No one answered.
Ming Siyan looked around, changed the subject with a smile, and asked Duan Ning if he still planned to leave.
Xia Wennan was not very interested in their conversation, so he stretched his waist and looked at Ming Sichen who was sitting in the corner. Next to Ming Sichen was Aunt Zhang, who had been feeding Ming Sichen all night.
Aunt Zhang took a small piece of pork belly and fed it to Ming Sichen's mouth. Ming Sichen shook his head, as if he didn't want to eat it.
"Do you want to go to rest?" Aunt Zhang asked him.
He didn't answer.
But Auntie Zhang stood up on her own, and explained to Minqin that Sichen was going to rest.
Mingqin nodded: "Sichen should go to bed early."
Aunt Zhang pushed Ming Sichen away from the garden.
Xia Wennan kept following their backs, seeing Aunt Zhang walking slowly, pushing the wheelchair over the stone slabs in the garden, and disappearing at the gate.
At this moment, the lights in the garden suddenly dimmed, leaving only the light shining from the gate of the villa.
Everyone was taken aback, and Minqin let out a "huh", which was very obvious in the dark night, and he said, "What's going on?"
It took Xia Wennan a while to get used to the darkness in front of him, and he saw the silhouettes of other people in the garden clearly by the light from a distance.
Yin Zejing said: "There must be a problem with the wiring. The last time Lao Li used the lawn mower, it seemed that the power was cut off."
"Lao Li is not here today."
Lao Li is the driver and gardener of the family. He usually repairs the electrical appliances or wiring failures at home, but he is not here today on leave.
Xia Wennan wondered if it was time to adjourn the meeting, but Ming Luchuan suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go and see."
Ming Luchuan left the dining table, took two steps and then stopped. He was standing behind the light, and Xia Wennan couldn't see his face clearly from Xia Wennan's angle. He only heard him say, "Go and help me shine a light."
Xia Wennan didn't think about it, and stood up immediately: "Okay." He would rather accompany Ming Luchuan to repair the line than listen to Ming Siyan and Duan Ning chatting like sisters here.
Ming Luchuan walked towards the east side of the small building, Xia Wennan followed closely behind him, the light from the building could no longer be seen here, and the surroundings became darker and darker.
Xia Wennan was not familiar with the environment, so his footsteps slowed down. He whispered, "Ming Luchuan."
Ming Luchuan stopped and said, "What are you doing sneakily?"
Xia Wennan felt that he had already walked in front of Ming Luchuan, although he hadn't touched anyone yet, he could already feel the warm breath from the other person, so he stopped and continued to say softly: "So we are not being thieves? Then what are you doing so fast?"
While talking, Xia Wennan didn't keep his hands idle, he lifted it up and touched Ming Luchuan's chest.
Even through the clothes, Ming Luchuan's breasts were still warm, firm and strong. Xia Wennan suddenly thought, this is Alpha's breasts, he became gender conscious for no reason, and immediately withdrew his hand.
However, as soon as he withdrew his hand, he was held by Ming Luchuan's hand the next second. He was startled, and was about to speak, but Ming Luchuan turned around silently and left.
Xia Wennan was dragged and staggered forward two steps before he could keep up with Ming Luchuan. He held back the nonsense and followed Ming Luchuan to a hut near the garage on the east side of the villa.
The door of the hut was unlocked, and Ming Luchuan easily unlocked it.
The door was pitch black, Xia Wennan let go of his hand when Ming Luchuan entered, and stayed outside the door by himself, holding the door frame to look inside. He couldn't see anything, he could only smell the air mixed with old wood and dust.
"What kind of room is this?" Xia Wennan asked timidly, "Power distribution room?"
"The sundry room," Ming Luchuan's voice came, obviously someone had already walked in.
Xia Wennan was still at the door and asked, "Can you see it?"
"Can you see it?"
"I can't see it."
"I'm not a cat, how can I see it?"
Xia Wennan was a little unhappy: "Can you talk properly? If you can't see it, give me a flashlight, and I'll light it up for you."
"I can't see how do I find a flashlight?"
Xia Wennan was a little crazy: "Then what kind of light did you ask me to shine for you?"
"You don't have a cell phone?"
Xia Wennan was stunned for a moment: "That's right." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone, and suddenly illuminated a small half of the room, and Mingluchuan standing in the center of the light.
"Why didn't you use your phone to illuminate it just now?" Xia Wennan began to complain, "The road is also very dark."
Ming Luchuan said, "I can find it."
"I can't find it!"
"Then why don't you take a picture?"
Xia Wennan was speechless immediately.
The utility room was even messier than Xia Wennan imagined. There was an open box on the floor filled with various tools; there was a garden weeder and long water pipes in the corner of the room; there was a wooden shelf against the wall on the other side. A lot of debris was piled up.
Ming Luchuan squatted in front of the toolbox looking for tools.
Xia Wennan glanced across the wall, and saw a doll in the bright shadows. The doll was too worn out and old, and one of its eyes fell out. It looked very scary in this dark and unclear environment. The flashlight shone through, trying to see the things on the shelf.
The surroundings of Ming Luchuan darkened, and his depressed and angry voice sounded: "Xia Wennan."
Xia Wennan said, "Are those toys from your childhood?"
Ming Luchuan didn't answer him. He took out a flashlight from the toolbox and turned it on, setting it aside.
Xia Wennan walked slowly to the shelf, and he asked, "Is this doll yours?"
Ming Luchuan didn't raise his head: "Ming Siyan's."
"Did he like dolls when he was a child? That's pretty cute," Xia Wennan imagined that Ming Siyan was like a doll when he was a child, holding a doll in his hand, and couldn't help laughing. After finishing speaking: Why is it that you are not likable when you grow up
In addition to dolls, there are also some children's toys on the shelf. What is more noticeable is that there is a row of wooden dolls, a total of five, arranged in order from small to large. Xia Wennan took a closer look and said, "Is this a set? It seems to be the same person carved from childhood to adulthood."
The wooden dolls have the same face, and their shapes range from babies to children to teenagers to middle age.
"It's mine," Ming Luchuan stood up and walked behind Xia Wennan, "My father gave it to me when I was young."
Xia Wennan felt very strange: "Why did you give this to you? It doesn't feel like a toy that children like?"
Ming Luchuan looked at the row of wooden dolls: "I don't have any other toys, except for this set of wooden sculptures, Dad never bought me any other toys."
Xia Wennan turned back to look at him.
Ming Luchuan reached out and took a picture album from the shelf: "You see that all the toys on this shelf belong to Ming Sichen and Ming Siyan, only this set of wood carvings and this book belong to me."
The album was covered with dust and could not be wiped clean. Xia Wennan took it from Ming Luchuan, flipped through a few pages at random, and illuminated it with a flashlight, and saw that it was full of paintings of long-haired women.
"What? You draw so ugly."
"It's all the image of my mother in my imagination."