Lao Mao's bird-like voice shocked everyone back to God.
Xia Qiao slapped his forehead and said, "Oh yes, medicinal bath! Bathtub! Wait for me!"
With more and more familiar figures in the family, he finally transitioned into a happy state, like a person who is half a beat later, who at first wanted to cry after being lost, and now really begins to laugh.
It was a kind of excitement that slowly built up, so much so that there was a feeling of jumping when speaking. When he ran into the bathroom, it was like a smoke, and he reached out and grabbed a door frame without hitting anything.
"Be careful—" Zhang Biling reminded. After she finished speaking, she also had an uncontrollable smile, and muttered: "It's good."
People came back one by one and everything was fine.
Xia Qiao went into the bathroom and excitedly went to drain the water. When my hand touched the faucet, I realized that this bathtub has been used only a handful of times. Mainly concentrated in the two years when I first moved here.
He was young at the time and preferred the bath to the shower. Always fill up with water, try to relax your limbs without moving, and let yourself float on the water. Of course... it basically ended in failure.
Now that I think about it, it is not only stupid, but also a little scary, thanks to my grandfather's tolerance.
After that stage, he lost interest in such silly things and felt that showering was more convenient and less troublesome. Never used the bathtub again after that.
So here comes the question-
A bathtub that has been used for many years and has not been used again, how can it be hygienic to meet the standard, and put his brother in under the gaze of the grandfather
Xia Qiao lay on the side of the bathtub for a while, thinking it would be better to surrender.
"Brother-" he called out.
***
When I smelled it, I heard Xiaoqiao's cry, but he didn't respond.
He was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at Chen Bu, who was holding his arms, and was earnestly implementing a strategy called "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move."
It was Zhang Biling who was understanding and asked outside the door, "What's wrong with Xiao Xia?"
"Uh, it's this bathtub." Xia Qiao's voice came over, "I think it's better for Patriarch and my brother to take a look..."
Lao Mao flew over there first.
She finally turned her head and glanced in that direction.
Someone on the bed immediately sullenly twitched and pressed the puppet line on his fingers to death.
When he finished pressing his eyes, he raised his eyes—Chen Buzheng looked at him halfway down.
When smelling: "… "
He could feel that Chen Dao wanted to laugh, but he didn't really laugh. Instead, he stood up straight, stretched out his hand to him and said, "Don't stare with your eyes so round, you don't have any momentum. Go, go and see what's going on with your brother."
As a bystander, Bu Ning witnessed the textbook duplicity of his mini-junior brother - "I am reluctant and unwilling" written on his face, but he handed it out honestly.
Chen Dao led him out of bed.
When walking in front of him, Bu Ning silently watched the top of Wen Shi's head for a while...
It would be a lie to say that he doesn't itch at all, but he knows the basics of etiquette—
It's too late to say it! I saw that Zhou Xu suddenly squeezed out the ancestor Bu Ning, with a speed that could not cover his ears! Reaching out and touching Wen Shi's head, he retreated back at lightning speed, and gave up the main position to his other half.
Bu Ning: "..."
I-
It can only be said that the hands of human beings are connected, it depends on whether there is any courage.
In short, at that moment, the entire Shen family villa was frozen.
He turned his head back expressionlessly.
Bu Ning has withdrawn more than ten feet in an instant, leaning back against the wall of the room and bowing to him: "Junior Brother, it's really not me."
If there is no restriction of the wall, he can withdraw to the Eight Mile Land.
After he finished, he raised his eyes and met the eyes of the master who couldn't see it. He also saw the puppet line that opened instantly on the fingers of the younger brother.
"… "
Zhou Xu, who suffered thousands of knives.
Bu Ning immediately gave another big bow and said, "I will reason with him."
When the voice fell, he remained motionless.
Ordinary people call this "soul wandering outside the sky", but in fact, no one cares about the body for the time being, and the spirits in the body "fight".
Later, Zhou Goubao Tianxu would occasionally tell people about this thrilling scene, saying: "...Because I touched the head of the ancestor Wen Shi, Bu Ning was furious."
There is no need to think about these words, every word has a groove.
Zhang Yalin dropped a glass on the spot and asked, "Whose head did you touch???"
Zhang Lan's bright red nail polish shivered on Xiao Hei's hand: "Who do you say is furious???"
Later, "Bu Ning jumped like thunder" became a stalk.
After all, in the eyes of almost everyone, the gentle ancestor Bu Ning could never have anything to do with any word in "Raging Thunder" in his life.
But there is one person who can laugh for a long time every time he hears it.
His surname is Zhong Mingsi, and he is the only one who believes in Zhou Xu's nonsense, and he echoes: "I'm not talented, I've been fortunate enough to have seen it many times."
He also said that he woke up too late and missed the opportunity to touch his younger brother's head, which is a pity, a pity.
Because of these words, he and Zhou Xu suffered a lot of "retribution".
But that's all for later in the peaceful life of the future.
…
***
In short, on this day, the bathtub in the Shen family villa was not used in the end.
It's not because of the problems that Xia Qiao was worried about. After all, Chennai, Wenshi, and Bu Ning are all there. Even Zhang Biling, it's not difficult to make something as shiny as new.
The key is that there is something wrong with the water plug of the bathtub, and it will leak continuously.
This wasn't a big deal at first, but it was a bit of a taboo when it came to rejuvenating the mind, so it wasn't suitable for listening to the moment.
So Chenbuo said, "I'll take him back to Songyun Mountain."
According to normal, back to Songyun Mountain, Bu Ning must be together. But at that time, Bu Ning was "talking" with Zhou Xu and didn't talk to him.
Bu Ning didn't move, and Zhang Biling was naturally not rash. As for Xia Qiao, he didn't dare to take a step before the patriarch asked them to come together.
So in the end, the only people who returned to the mountain were Chen Shi Shi, Sm Shi Shi, and the old hair with his arms around the medicine.
Song Yunshan was banned by Bu Ning for many years.
Now that the dust has settled and everything is peaceful, the big formation has been withdrawn, and there is only a small formation at the foot of the mountain to prevent people from breaking in and getting lost in the mountains.
Once this mountain and forest is connected to the sky and the earth, many dead elephants will be reborn.
On the mountain wall beside the road, the moss marks turned green again. Although it was not clear at night, the smell of green grass covered the mountain road.
The pine forests in the cols are like the sea, and the mountains and clouds are light milky white, with the fragrance of rosin, and a long wind rolls, it is thousands of pours.
Lao Mao entered the mountain, flicked his wings, and disappeared on the high peak in a blink of an eye.
After a while, the wind lanterns along the way lit up, and the warm yellow clumps dotted the cliffs.
When he smelled it, he followed Chen Buo along the long stone steps, casting two shadows, one long and one short.
The night in the mountains was cold and cold, but the hand holding him was warm. No dry marks, no black mist escaping, slender and powerful, with even bones.
As it was then.
Wen Shi turned his head to look at the side of the mountain and saw the quiet shadow of Qingxin Lake. He looked up at the top of the mountain again, and saw the full moon that Huang Liang could never wait for in a dream.
"It's good, I can stay still while walking." Chen Buo shook his hand, "Wake up."
He was stunned for a moment when he smelled it, and looked away from the full moon.
They went up again towards the top of the mountain. It's just that I didn't take a few steps, and I couldn't feel the burqa around my legs move. Out of the corner of the window, someone sullenly approached him, not knowing whether it was with a robe to block the wind or the stickiness that was rare in a century.
Like a piece of ice cream that comes on silently.
***
When we reached the top of the mountain, I heard people talking. Unexpectedly, the chatter was a bit lively.
He was stunned for a moment, but didn't respond. I saw the window of his room being pushed open from the inside, and two heads sticking out from the window lattice, one left and one right.
The one on the left said: "Come back!"
The one on the right echoed in a similar voice: "I'm finally back!"
"Walk very slowly."
"Yeah, it's so slow, we've been waiting for a long time."
That's a big call and a small call.
They huddled together like this, always making people suspect that the scene where the pair of white tigers descended from the sky and shook the mountains and forests was just a realistic dream.
The heat escaped from the room, and the window became a cloud of white mist.
Da Zhao fanned with his hand and said with a smile, "The water is ready."
Xiao Zhao answered: "The medicine was also put in."
"Aren't your hands and feet very quick?" The two sisters asked for credit in unison.
As a result, he heard a "bang", and Lao Mao walked out with an empty bowl that had no medicine, and said to the two of them, "I cleaned the bucket, I heated the water, and I poured the medicine."
"But we are with you."
"How rare." Lao Mao was not polite at all.
Big and small Zhao giggled and crooked on the window frame.
And Lao Mao had already turned his head and said to Chen Dao He Wen Shi, "Thanks to my quick hands and feet, I can really soak it this time."
When he heard it, he entered the room suspiciously, and saw a large tub in the middle of the room, which was full.
The medicine has already dissolved into the water, and it looks very strong at first glance, and the taste is... very spicy.
When smelling: "… "
This is where to take a bath, this is obviously to pickle mountain goods.
He turned his head and left when he smelled it.
Because he was small and his spirit was not false, he slipped out very fast and arrived at the door of the house in an instant. Just as he was about to step out, he was pulled back by someone.
"The legs seem to be only a little bit, but they run fast." Chen Buo said.
When he smelled his feet did not touch the ground, he frowned and asked, "What's in the bucket."
"Big material." Chen Dao said, "The people in the mountains talk a lot, so I need to stock up on food for winter."
He turned his head to stare at him.
"Okay, don't move around, it is indeed a medicine for you." Chen Dao accepted the teasing.
Wen Shi hung it on his hand, and when he heard the teasing in his words fade away, he said in a low and deep voice: "If you take a trip in life and death, you say that it will have no effect if it has no effect?"
The voice fell, and when he smelled it, he was already immersed in the medicine bath bucket.
The hot water wrapped around his whole body, first the skin became warm, then every joint between the bones... especially the fingers that had been feeling uncomfortable for a long time.
The real concoction does not have such a spicy taste. On the contrary, it actually smells good, and it is easy to calm people down.
When I heard it, I heard Chenbuo say, "Soak for half an hour."
When he grabbed the wall of the barrel and looked up from the concoction, he saw the door slam shut. The dust-free footsteps were very light and far away.
Said to let him soak in peace for half an hour, but no one really came in the middle. But he didn't care about this when he smelled it, because he fell asleep under the effect of the medicine in a short while.
He opened his eyes from the dazed state when every joint and seam on his body was soaked and felt comfortable. I saw that Chen Buu didn't know when to come back, and sat at the desk.
The long hair fell down, and the faint outline was drawn by the candlelight. He held his head and stayed with him quietly.
"Awake?" Chen Dao stood up, and the robe swept across the edge of the table, "You can pinch the time, no more, no less, just half an hour."
He rolled up his sleeves and carried Smell Shih out of the tub.
Clothes soaked in concoction wrapped around his body, which just offset the stinging force in the barrel. It got cold soon after coming out.
Chen Dao wanted to change this wet suit for him, but it felt a little awkward when he smelled it.
"I'll change it myself." He sat wet on the couch like a water ghost, grabbing the clean towel that Chen couldn't hold in his hand.
The dust can't beat him, and he knows that he has a thin skin. Some dubiously put the towel over the water ghost's head, and found a white robe from the closet before the smell, and put it aside: "Okay, then you can do it yourself."
When Chen Chen was out of the back door, he was covered under the big towel when he smelled it, and he heard him say with a smile, "It's not that I didn't change your clothes for you when I was a child."
Then the room returned to silence.
When I smelled it, I sat in the darkness covered by the towel for a while, thinking about the words I just couldn't get out of the dust, and suddenly realized that I had gone astray...
If it goes on like this, he may be turned back to pure master and apprentice again.
…
Let's settle the accounts.
Smell and think.
He grabbed the towel and wiped himself clean. He picked up the robe that was set aside and wrapped it around him. The moment his arm stretched into the plain white wide sleeves, the bones of his whole body were stretched and stretched.
When his hands came out of his cuffs, he was already fully grown up.
There is still undissipated heat in the house, which is very warm.
When I smelled it, I hooked a ball of clean cotton thread from the edge of the couch, and habitually wrapped it around my thin, white, slender fingers.
The door of the house suddenly rang a few times, which was not abrupt in the quiet night.
"Have you changed?" Chen Buoyue's tall shadow was projected by the door.
"Yeah." Wen Shi responded, lowered his head and bit the puppet line, finishing the last one.
"I let Lao Mao get some medicated oil-"
The door creaked open.
Chenbuo had a thin hemp rope hooked on his fingers, and two small bamboo-like utensils were hung on both ends of the hemp rope. He was about to enter the door, but stopped when he looked up and saw Wen Shi.
The mountain breeze brushed past him, and a wisp of it slipped in.
The candles on the table in the room flickered slightly.
The flickering candlelight was reflected in the dustless eyes. He was silent for a moment and then blinked, and the candlelight melted away.
He came over and stopped by the couch, looking down at Wen Shi. His eyes swept down from the end of Wen Shi's eyes and fell back: "Isn't there a lack of spirit and spirit, so I'm not growing up?"