He threw the pot when he smelled it and hung up the phone quickly.
The speed was so fast that Xia Qiao couldn't react at all.
If it weren't for his still cold face, and not doing this to others, Xia Qiao would have suspected that his brother was actually quite skinny.
Xia Qiao silently stuffed the phone into his pocket and boasted, "Brother, you actually hang up."
When smelling the cat, he sneered, "Am I mentally retarded?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant." Xia Qiao waved his hand quickly, "I just want to say that you have learned this without using a mobile phone. It's very smart."
He looked at him expressionlessly.
Xia Qiao: "..."
Xiaqiao: "I was wrong."
He admitted his mistake very consciously, and asked diligently: "By the way, brother, why don't I go back and buy you a mobile phone."
Wen Shi was not interested: "Who do I want it to contact?"
Xiaqiao opened his mouth and got stuck.
He suddenly realized that Wen Shi really had no one to contact in this world, all the people he used to know had passed away, and he was the only one left.
...not really human yet.
Xia Qiao thought for a while, he really knew how to talk, which pot can't be lifted without opening it. But the words are thrown out, and it seems even worse not to answer.
So he started to talk: "You don't know now brother. Do you think I use my phone to make calls? Wrong. 24 hours a day, I can hold it for 16 hours and do whatever I want. , except answering the phone."
When smelling: "?"
Xia Qiao saw that his brother was fooled, and before the other party could react, he immediately came to a conclusion: "In short, this is a treasure, you deserve it."
When hearing this, the soul asked, "How much?"
Xia Qiao: "Well..."
When smelling: "If you don't buy it, you have no money."
Xia Qiao immediately said, "Boss Xie moved in and it's ready."
So, Xie Wen carried an innocent little life and an innocent mobile phone without doing anything. And before the weekend came, he received four calls from Shen Jia Er's "disciple" too frequently.
The last call was on a Friday night, not very late, normal people should have just finished eating.
Xia Qiao wanted to confirm with Xie Wen about the time to meet tomorrow.
The phone rang for a long time before being connected, and the person who spoke was not Xie Wen, but Lao Mao.
For some reason, Lao Mao's voice was very low, as if he was nervous about something.
Xia Qiao was stunned for a moment: "Uncle Mao, what's wrong with you? Where's Boss Xie?"
Wen Shi was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs bent. There was a variety show on the TV, making a lot of noise. His eyes fell on the screen, listening to some unfamiliar words inside, but his attention was on Xia Qiao's side.
Hearing Xia Qiao's words, he raised his eyelids and turned to look over.
Xia Qiao consciously switched to hands-free.
Lao Mao's hesitant voice came from the phone: "Boss... Boss has something to do."
What's the matter
Wen Shi remembered the last time he went to Xiping Garden, Xie Wen said that he was too cold and didn't want to go out to meet people, so he asked Lao Mao to send the guests away like this.
But you don't have to go out to answer the phone, right
Mysterious.
I thought to myself when I smelled it.
On the other end of the phone, I don't know if Da Zhao or Xiao Zhao asked from a distance: "Old Mao, come here quickly—what are you doing?"
"Answer the phone." Lao Mao hurried downstairs, his feet on the wooden stairs, making a clattering sound, but he quickly calmed down his steps.
"Whose phone number?"
The old man snorted.
He may have accidentally pressed his fingers on the radio, and the words behind him were dull and vague, making him inaudible at all. It just feels a little weird over there. It seems... cautiously.
He seemed to have heard his name when he smelled it, but it was too vague and didn't seem like it, so he should have heard it wrong, after all, he never said his name to the outside world.
After a while, there was a thin voice on the phone, Lao Mao brought the phone to his ear again, and whispered, "I'm so sorry, I may have to trouble you later-"
Before he could finish speaking, he was gently interrupted by a low voice: "Old Mao, call me."
Thank you for asking.
Lao Mao seemed to be startled, and he shouted "Ouch". After a long while, he said, "Boss, you... are you awake now?"
"Well." Xie Wen answered the phone, "Go get busy."
Lao Mao responded with an "Ai" and ran away in a hurry.
"Hello." Xie asked.
His voice was still hoarse, and his intonation was not high. Maybe it's because he hasn't brought a smile yet, he doesn't seem so close.
"Thank you boss..." Xia Qiao was inexplicably cowardly. He glanced at Wen Shi and threw the hot potato out, "Well, my brother is looking for you."
When smelling: "… "
He felt that Xia Qiao might not want to live anymore.
The phone fell into Wen Shi's hands by surprise, Xie Wen happened to ask, "Is your brother next to you?"
Wen Shi said coolly: "I'm here, he ran away."
Xie Wen was amused by his reaction, and let out a low laugh.
As soon as Wen Shi turned off the speakerphone and put the phone to his ear, he heard this warm laughter close at hand, and his heart felt like being scratched by something slender.
The variety actor on the TV was chattering, he suddenly felt noisy, picked up the remote control and turned it off.
"Old Mao said you had something to do just now?" The surroundings quieted down and asked when he heard it.
Xie Wen lazily said "um" and added after a while: "It's not a problem, I'm sleeping. I'm very angry when I sleep, and they dare not call me."
When I smelled it, I recalled the cautious atmosphere on the other end of the phone just now, and I thought how much temper was this
He lost his mind for a moment, and the phone quieted down. Xie Wen actually listened like that, without urging him to call him.
Or Xia Qiao ran to the refrigerator to get two cans of milk, handed a can to Wen Shi to apologize, and asked in a low voice, "When will boss Xie come tomorrow?"
It was only when I heard it that I regained my senses and asked the person on the other end of the phone, "What time will you come over tomorrow?"
Xie asked: "In the afternoon."
***
Said it was afternoon, but it was already evening when he arrived.
After it rained two days ago, the temperature in Ningzhou rose by a level, and went to 30 degrees. I'm afraid of the heat when I smell it, and the air conditioner at home is so low that I can eat popsicles wrapped in a quilt.
Xie asked smiled as soon as he entered the door.
Xia Qiao intuitively felt angry.
"Are you staying home for winter ahead of time?" Xie asked.
"Hot." Wen Shi said a word succinctly, and then looked at him, "Why are you wearing more clothes than a few days ago?"
Xie Wen was still wearing those black gloves, with a complicated string of beads coiled around his wrist. On such a hot day, he actually wore a shirt and trousers, and even had a jacket draped over his elbows.
Different from the black clothes that disappeared last time, his clothes are crimson red.
"Because I expected you to be uneasy and kind, you planned to let me freeze to death here." Xie Wen joked, "Can't I plan for a rainy day to save my life?"
When he sat down on the sofa, he put on his coat too.
Ordinary people wear this red this season, which always makes people feel anxious. Xie Wen is an exception, he seems to be especially suitable for this color.
Maybe it was because the neckline showed a snow-white shirt, or maybe it was the red that just neutralized his heavy sickness.
Xia Qiao stared blankly.
Until Xie Wen took a pen from the jar of the coffee table and tapped it lightly on the stone countertop. He suddenly came back to his senses, ran quickly into the room, and brought a few pages of paper.
"The contract is here, thank you boss for you to take a look." Xia Qiao pulled a small ponytail, made it across the coffee table, and grabbed a pen, "Brother, are you coming to see it?"
"Don't look, you decide."
Wen Shi hunched over and sat on the other end of the sofa, closest to the air conditioner outlet. The cool breeze was taken up by him alone, and he was lazily pinching the ear bones while serving as a supervisor for the two of them.
Both sides have been in the cage together, and the contract is a cutscene. Xia Qiao was checking the information with Xie Wen, and Xie Wen responded simply.
After listening for a while, Yu Guang unconsciously landed on the red smear. When Xie Wen spoke, the thin chin line moved.
The feeling of deja vu came up again in an instant, and it scratched his heart lightly.
When he smelled, he retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and touched his Adam's apple.
After another moment, he stood up and walked away, pulling his slippers.
He turned over a can of Coke from the refrigerator, opened the tab, and took two sips. He turned around and found that Xie Wen raised his eyes from the coffee table at some point and was looking at him.
Hearing his head and drinking the drink, he paused for a while, and glanced from the end of his eyes, colliding with the other party.
After a while, he walked back to the living room with the Coke can, grabbed the remote control and turned off the air conditioner, and asked Xie, who had withdrawn his sight, "What would you like to drink?"
Xie Wen's eyes fell on the drink in his hand: "It's only so cold?"
Xia Qiao was filling in the number of rooms and rent. Hearing this, he raised his face in confusion. He didn't understand why the two suddenly talked about drinking.
"There is also hot water." Wen Shi said.
"Are you going to pour it for me?" Xie Wen smiled, his eyes returning to the coffee table. He pointed to the "1" written by Xia Qiao, and corrected: "I wrote it wrong, I rent two rooms."
Xia Qiao: "Ah???"
Xie asked: "Didn't you hang up the two rooms upstairs? I'll have both."
When he heard the words, he "did it himself" and swallowed it back. After a while, there was a cup of hot water with just the right temperature on the coffee table.
Thank you for being a little surprised.
He raised his head and heard Wen Shi muttering, "For the sake of the money." Then he walked away with the Coke can.
Xie Wen watched his tall figure turn around and enter the bedroom, closing the door with his backhand. After a while, there was a faint "beep" in the bedroom, which should be the air conditioner in the bedroom.
He withdrew his gaze, pulled the cap of the pen, signed his name on the last page of the contract, and finally said in a low voice, "Where did you learn from the misunderstanding of wealth."
"What are you learning?" Xia Qiao didn't hear clearly.
"It's nothing." Xie Wen put down his pen, took a sip of hot water from the glass, and said slowly, "I didn't tell you."
"Oh." When Wen Shi was not by his side, Xia Qiao was a little afraid of Xie Wen. He was honest and respectful, "Boss Xie, you can live here today."
"So the whole second floor belongs to me, right?" Xie Wen confirmed it again.
"Yes." Xia Qiao said cheerfully.
"Then I'll ask them to pack up and send it over, maybe a bit too much."
Xia Qiao didn't understand what "a little too much" meant when Lao Mao and the others came over with a big car.
When I smelled it, I was startled out of the bedroom by the sound of "Hey Ho He Ho".
Several porters are delivering a huge thing wrapped in red silk to the second floor...
When he smelled it, he stepped aside and saw Xie Wen leaning against the kitchen door with his arms crossed.
"What did you move?" he asked, frowning.
"A tree." Xie asked.
When smelling: "What is a tree?"
Xie asked: "The tree."
Wen Shi: "...You rent a house for the tree to live in?"
Are you sick
"Don't scold people quietly." Xie Wen saw what he was saying at a glance, and leaned against the door with a smile: "Didn't you see it? The tree on the second floor of Xiping Garden can be placed there, and here is enough."
Soon, when I smelled it, I realized that he was still scolding early.
After the tree, there are a pile of rockery, large and small, flowers and plants, a nest where I don't know what to live in, and... two little bastards.
This is not carrying luggage, this is transplanted from the second floor of Xiping Garden.
Looking at this situation, Wen Shi almost thought that his store was no longer needed and was about to run away. Fortunately, the ones on the first floor were not moved over, so they looked like a boss.
After everything was moved, it was already past 10 o'clock at night.
Lao Mao settled the bill for the group of people and paid for the car. Only then did he enter the door with a sullen stomach. Together with Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao, they stood in a row obediently by the door, blinking at Wen Shi and Xia. firewood.
Xia Qiao panicked.
Wen Shi glanced in the direction of the second floor. Although some people moved very loudly, the handrails, walls, and floors of the stairs were all in good condition. There was no scratches and wear, and the ground was clean.
Of course, they were all cleaned up by Lao Mao and Xiaozhao. Xie Wen looked like his fingers were free of dust, so he chose to sit on the sidelines, and finally brushed off the dust that did not exist on his sleeves.
"Do you have all your luggage on the second floor now?" Wen Shi confirmed.
Xie Wen thought about it and said, "No, there are still three that haven't been moved up."
When he smelled it, he swept around: "Where?"
Xie asked and pointed to the door.
When I smell it, I take a look - Lao Mao, Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao.
He wondered: "You share a room with Lao Mao, and the big and small call a room?"
The boss is so nice, squeeze a room with the clerk
Xie asked: "No, I live by myself."
He was even more puzzled when he heard it.
He was silent for a long time, but he didn't hold back: "You have a room by yourself, and Lao Mao and Xiaozhao two girls have a room?"
Xia Qiao: "???"
The four tenants headed by Xie Wen seemed to have never considered this kind of question.
This is very strange.
Xia Qiao couldn't help but say, "How did you live before?"
Xiao Zhao took a breath: "It's enough to have a nest."
Da Zhao hit her and said, "Anyway, the place is big enough to sleep, and the reclining chairs can be used as beds."
Xia Qiao couldn't listen anymore and said, "That... There is also a small study upstairs, and the sofa can be pulled down and used as a bed."
The two girls immediately said, "Okay, just do it like this. You are so smart, isn't that enough to live with."
Xia Qiao's face turned red.
Lao Mao said again: "Then, I will trouble you for the time being, take care of you."
Xia Qiao waved his hand: "No, no, it should be."
It was a busy night, and everyone was a little tired. Mainly because Xie Wen was a little sullen, as if he was terribly sleepy. After the accommodation was roughly arranged, everyone said hello and took a rest.
There are washrooms upstairs and downstairs, and the lights are turned off like two worlds, which won't interfere too much.
When Xia Qiao fell on the bed, he even felt that the day was a bit bizarre. The originally empty villa was suddenly filled with people, which was a little unreal, like a dream.
He had a strange thought in the last second before he fell asleep - he actually felt that this feeling was a bit long gone.
Compared to him, he didn't fall asleep so quickly when he smelled it. He listened to the rustling footsteps upstairs, thinking about something.
During this period of time, he released two cages one after another, melted the resentment and black qi from the three people, and his body actually changed.
In fact, the process of ablation itself is very dangerous.
The cleaner one is, the easier it is to dissolve those things. Therefore, the earliest judges always tried their best to have the purest spiritual appearance, and the way they cultivated was better than the other.
In later generations, there will be fewer people doing this, because it is really too difficult. Especially in recent generations, it has become the norm for judges to marry wives and have children, and they no longer take such a desperate road.
Although their spiritual signs are cleaner than ordinary people, they are not as good as those of the ancestors, and the risks are also greater when they dissolve.
If successful, the ablated stuff becomes part of them. Slowly make people stronger, purer and longer.
This is a kind of cultivation, and to a certain extent, it is equivalent to a half-immortal.
But if the ablation is unsuccessful, the resentment transferred to them will truly become part of them, which is called erosion or pollution.
If it is always unsuccessful, it accumulates over time... It will probably only end in a delisting end.
If you can't save yourself, how can you help others
Smell is one of the special cases-
He has no spiritual appearance, only an empty shell, so he will not be corroded.
But again, the successful ablation didn't help him much either. He is like a dead bone, and everything he eats will leak out of the empty bones. It is only worth it for a while and has no other effect.
But this time he actually felt a change, as if he was returning to his former state.
Of course, just a little bit.
Perhaps because of this little change, that night, he actually had a long-lost dream, dreaming about something from a long time ago, and also dreaming of a person.