This mouth scoop is very embarrassing.
Of course, Wen Shi didn't intend to explain his ins and outs to others, so he could only pray that Xie Wen was an empty-looking embroidered pillow, and could not understand his words.
As a result, the embroidered pillow spoke: "You didn't touch the big pot just now, you eat this?"
When smelling: "… "
How are you so smart...
He wasn't the kind of meandering temperament, and he couldn't find the words to speak for a while, so he could only confront Xie Wen with a slumped face, trying to retreat from the enemy with his eyes.
But the enemy did not retreat but advanced: "When did it become like this?"
When Wen Shi decided to surrender, he felt thankful for asking him.
"It's been a while," he said.
In fact, a long time ago, he was able to eat normally. This normal state lasted for a long time, until he came out of Wuxiangmen last time, and it slowly changed.
Shen Qiao watched him change from a love of food, especially sweets, to not wanting to eat anything.
Fortunately, this process was gradual, he had time to prepare, and was not discovered by others.
This time, when he came out of Wuxiangmen again, not only did he have no inventory, but his condition was even worse, and he finally couldn't hide it.
Look, wasn't this noticed by the food itself
Food also frowned...
Although I didn't know each other for a long time, Xie Wen always smiled and frowned like this for the first time. He was a little confused when he smelled it.
But from the point of view of normal people's psychology, some people think of themselves as food, it is estimated that they are either frightened or rejected. Anyway, it will not be a surprise.
I didn't pay much attention to this when I smelled it, but it was suddenly a little dull.
He turned his eyes away and glanced outside the short corridor. Lao Mao leaned against the wall and probed his brain over there, looking like he wanted to rush but didn't dare to rush.
"Your clerk is waiting for you." Wen Shi pointed it out without waiting for Xie Wen to speak, and came out first.
"Out."
"It can be calculated."
Like a repeater, the twin girls sang together crisply.
They changed their seats at some point, and they sandwiched Xiaqiao in the middle.
Xia Qiao grasped the chopsticks and looked at Wen Shi, looking weak and helpless: "Brother Wen."
"Eat more."
"Yeah, eat more."
The two girls pointed to the copper pot and said to Wen Shi.
"No, I'm full." Wen Shi said.
"Are you full?" Xia Qiao was shocked. He digested what Wen Shi meant and stretched his neck to look into the short corridor.
That posture, as if smelling like a monster that sucks the spirit of scholars. Obviously looking at his behavior and temperament, Xie Wen is more like that monster.
"Have you finished eating?" Wen Shi patted him on the back and said indifferently, "After eating, go."
"Is this going?"
"Why don't you leave, and buckle up in the store to help us."
The two girls started teasing Xia Qiao again, Xia Qiao hurriedly gave in, saying "Thank you, thank you, I ate very satisfied", but honestly shrank behind Wen Shi and followed his brother downstairs.
The twins are a little crazy. They were chatting very loudly just now, and now they have stopped.
One of them took a spoonful of soup and drank it, smacking his lips and whispering, "He's changed so much. I thought our craftsmanship had gotten worse. But this tastes so good, why doesn't he eat it at all now?"
The old man also sighed. He is short, with a round belly, and he looks like a bald starling when he goes there: "Didn't you say, the boss found him the other day and found that he had lost his spiritual appearance. The spiritual appearance is gone, there must be some changes."
"How can the spirit be lost?"
"Then how do you know?" Lao Mao sighed again, "We haven't seen the sun for so many years, so how long has it been out."
"Could it be back then—"
Lao Mao interrupted her with a "tsk", and then shush, as if what she said was a taboo back then.
The twins were obedient at this time. They didn't say more, and their voices were even lower, "So the boss wants to move in, because he wants to help him find a spirit?"
Lao Mao nodded: "Yes."
"It shouldn't take long to find a spirit phase, and then what?"
"Then? Then it's time to go." Lao Mao held his hands, like an old master who doesn't know how old, "The boss's business is almost done, didn't he just take a look at him before leaving?"
The twins hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Don't worry about it anymore?"
With an expression of "what are you dreaming about", Lao Mao said, "It's okay to talk about it? Isn't that what you need to do? If you go a little off, then..."
He was talking when he saw the twins wink at him. He was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, and found that Xie Wen was standing behind him, looking at him with his long, beautiful eyes halfway down.
Lao Mao was startled and almost jumped up.
Fortunately, although Xie Wen heard his nonsense just now, he didn't say anything, maybe it was tacit approval, or maybe he was too lazy to evaluate.
He just swept the messy table and said, "Whoever eats more will take it", and then walked downstairs.
Old Mao made an aggrieved "Ai".
***
Half of the storefront on the first floor of Xiping Garden was closed, leaving only a light in the counter.
When I got down, I saw a woman standing there wrapped in a thin trench coat. There are obvious wet marks on his body, and he probably didn't bring an umbrella when he came, which made him look a little embarrassed.
She heard footsteps, turned her head, and was stunned when she saw Wen Shi and Xia Qiao.
Xia Qiao was even more stunned than her: "Eh? It's you."
When I smelled it, I didn't remember much, I just thought she was familiar. It wasn't until Xia Qiao called "Aunt Zhang" that he remembered that this person went to mourn over the Shenqiao, as if it was Zhang Biling.
Originally, she was going to go on the day of Shen Qiao's burial, but she didn't go because of a temporary delay.
Wen Shi was quite impressed by her ranking on the famous tree map, because the line he passed down was the first from the bottom, and Zhang Biling was the second from the bottom.
It can be said that they are brothers and sisters.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Biling was surprised to see them both.
"Come on—" Xia Qiao respected his previous excuse, and said, "If you want to buy something, come to a friend's or a friend's shop, and have a meal by the way."
"Friend?" Zhang Biling was even more surprised, "Who are you talking about?"
"Uh... that's the boss here." Xia Qiao said bravely.
We've been caged together, we've had dinner together, and we're about to live together, so we should be friends. But Xia Qiao just felt guilty to classify Xie Wen as a friend.
"You know Xie Wen?" Zhang Biling said.
Xia Qiao could only make an "ang".
Wen Shi added: "I just met not long ago."
"Oh." Zhang Biling nodded, "No wonder, I haven't seen you here before."
"You also know Xie Wen?"
After Xia Qiao asked, he realized that he had said something stupid.
Although Zhang Biling and Xie Wen have different surnames, they are both members of the Zhang family, and it is not unusual for them to know each other. What's more, they are in a similar situation. One was removed from the list and the other was at the bottom of the ranking. They belonged to the kind that no one cares about. Maybe they still have a little sympathy for each other.
However, Xiaqiao soon discovered that they were still far from cherishing each other. Because after Xie Wen went downstairs, Zhang Biling was not familiar with the state of talking to him.
Be polite first before entering the topic.
"Are you here to get something?" Xie asked, "Then I have to ask Lao Mao to find it."
"No." Zhang Biling waved her hand and said, "It's all something that doesn't matter, it's nothing. I saw it raining at first, but I happened to pass by here, and I want to ask you for a little favor. If there are guests, I will Don't stay any longer. Keep talking, I'll come back next time when I'm free."
She tucked the shoulder bag up, greeted everyone and left. She was in a hurry and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and it was too late to call back.
This made everyone confused, and they didn't recover until Lao Mao went downstairs with a garbage bag.
Wen Shi didn't plan to stay for long, he said, "We're leaving too," and walked to the door, wanting to take the black umbrella.
Unexpectedly, the shelves were empty, except for a wet water mark.
He was stunned for a moment when he smelled it: "Where's the umbrella?"
Xia Qiao followed suit: "Yeah, where's the umbrella?"
He was frightened by the twins once, and he always felt that there was something wrong with the black umbrella, and he didn't want to support it back at all. But it’s one thing to not hold on, and it’s another to disappear out of thin air.
Originally, the umbrella was weird enough, and he felt even more horrified when he made such a fuss.
There was a gust of wind suddenly outside the door, and the light rainwater flew in obliquely, rubbing his neck, as if something was blowing lightly against it.
Xia Qiao shivered immediately, goosebumps all over his body, and the conditioned reflex grabbed Wen Shi's arm.
Wen Shi was about to tame him, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a plaid umbrella shaking away.
"You take this." Xie asked in a voice.
Wen Shi took the umbrella and turned his head to see Xie Wen opened another umbrella and said, "Let's go, I'll see you off."
"No." Wen Shi said.
"Yes." The wind at the door was a bit cold, he put on a coat and raised his collar, still clenched his fist and coughed twice, persuading: "You must have never walked this road at night, you will know it once you walk. already."
When smelling: "...I'm very courageous."
"I know." Xie Wen's gloved hand was still on the tip of his nose, and his eyes were curled up in the night, "You don't need to stress so much, you can see it if you have eyes. But someone like him—"
He pointed to Xiaqiao and said, "Two people are useless, we have to form a group."
"… "
Wen Shixin said that I don't need to pull sick seedlings to make up the number when I form a group. If such a strong wind blows the disease, who is it
As a result, Xie Wen was already holding his shoulders, and he coaxed and pushed him to stop being stubborn, and quickly put up an umbrella.
Wen Shi was actually a little puzzled. He wanted to say, "You know what I use as food, are you not afraid?" But he felt that this question was a bit pretentious, so he stopped talking.
This street outside Xiping Garden is indeed a bit strange, perhaps because of the lack of business, before 8 pm, the shops on both sides were closed.
Those storefronts are not particular, and they haven't been cleaned for a long time. The windows are covered with thick ash. When it rains, watermarks flow down one after another, like a scratched face.
The things in the store are shadowy, and the outlines cannot be clearly seen. Sometimes when I blinked, I always felt that someone was standing upright in the dark shop.
There are no street lights in the whole street, only a little light from Xiping Garden, which falls far behind, shrouded in rain, foggy, and a bit old.
No cars are allowed in here, and you have to go to the intersection of Wangquan Road and this street.
Xia Qiao was probably so frightened that he didn't dare to speak all the way. Because there will be echoes when talking on the street, at first glance it sounds like someone is sighing behind.
He could only follow step by step, his presence was so small that there were only footsteps.
A shadow suddenly passed by near the trash can on the street. Wen Shi glanced over there, it should be a wild cat, and with a hoarse bark, he turned over the wall and entered the Wangquan Mansion.
"Wangquan Road is just around the corner." Xie Wen's voice was not clear in the rain.
"Yeah." Wen Shi responded.
He felt Xie Wen patted him on the shoulder, and his fingers accidentally touched the skin on the side of his neck, probably because of illness, and it felt shockingly cold to the touch.
After another second, he suddenly remembered that Xie Wen was wearing gloves, and it was impossible to feel this way.
…
Who shot him