"Fuck!" Dadong rushed over with a single stride, leaning against the window and looking down, pushing Xiaqiao away who also ran over.
In his eyes, a person of the same level as his master can be called a powerful person, and the eldest apprentice of the Shen family is obviously one of them. With such people sitting in town, I feel a little bit more secure. He finally found a golden thigh, and didn't want to taste the loss so soon.
But I can't stand my thighs, and I dare to dance anywhere.
"It's over, it's over." Da Dong's face was white.
Xia Qiao was frightened to death by his reaction: "Don't sing my brother's downfall, why is it over?"
"There are too many dangerous places in the cage, especially closed and unknown ones. If you can't figure out the situation, you must not mess around. It is very likely that you will fall into a dead corner or fall into an infinite loop, and you will be trapped inside and never get out." Dadong's expression was serious, "Didn't your master tell you? Every master must tell his apprentice this."
Xia Qiao knew that his brother was very powerful, maybe even more powerful than any living master. But after listening to Dadong's words, he was still a little panicked.
I can't see my fingers outside the window, it's so dark that it's stained with thick ink, and even the light in the room can't shine. Less like night, more like nothingness - nothing exists, so it's pitch black.
Xia Qiao stretched out his entire upper body, and was pulled back by Da Dong, scolding, "You forgot when you finished talking?! Are you a goldfish brain?"
"I can't see the end here at all." Xia Qiao's face was full of unease.
"Nonsense, otherwise I'll be finished shouting." Dadong muttered.
Xia Qiao shouted "brother" a few times out of the window, but found that the voice had disappeared before it got out, and was dull. In his ears, it didn't even sound like his own voice.
He was getting creepier.
This feeling reminded him of every time he entered the cage, walking and walking, someone next to him disappeared without knowing it, everything was weird and gloomy.
A few of them lay by the window and listened for a while, but did not hear any echoes.
Xia Qiao couldn't stand it for a while. He turned around and frowned and said, "No way. Or I'll dance too. I can't let my brother die alone."
Dadong: "...do you hear what you're saying is human? It's up to the two of you to die together?"
He tugged at his hair and was so worried that he couldn't help complaining a little: "Looking at a very stable person, why are you still sullen? You don't leave a way out before jumping!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard someone say: "Stay, you walked back and forth five or six laps by the back road, and no one saw it. Let's talk about it, who is more prudent?"
Dadong turned his head and saw that it was Xie Wen who spoke.
He leaned against the window with his arms folded. It might be because the damp breath outside the window was too heavy, which made his whole body feel cold. After he finished speaking, he coughed into the tip of his nose. It's heavy.
The tone of this man's speech is always unhurried and polite, but anyone with ears can hear the reproach in his words.
It's just that this kind of rebuke is very strange, inexplicably with an elder's tone, or the kind of elder who has a sense of distance.
Dadong was stunned for a moment, and almost bowed his head to admit his mistake. Fortunately, the willpower was tenacious enough to hold on before bowing his head.
He made a "hiss" and wanted to thank you for asking, but felt that now was not the time to care about this.
Or Xia Qiao pushed the others away, rushed over and asked, "Boss Xie, did my brother leave something? Where is it?"
Xie Wen pointed to the corner of the window frame.
Everyone looked closely and found that it was a white cotton thread.
The line was too thin, and it just got stuck in the gap of the window frame, and the rest hung over the wall and blended into the white wall.
If it hadn't happened to be blown by the wind, the hanging part swayed, and even the shadow moved, everyone might have to find it for a while.
"It's a puppet line!" Xia Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Dadong's dark skin is a little hot, and as a puppet master, he should be the most sensitive to puppet lines. This thing was stuck in front of him, and he didn't find it, and he had to ask this half-assed person to remind him.
He touched his face and said embarrassingly, "Hey, you startled me. Just leave a way out."
After speaking, he quietly glanced at Xie Wen, and found that the other party didn't look at them at all.
Xie asked whether this person was close to the Zhang family. To be precise, he was not close to anyone. Dadong had heard of this, but he didn't have much contact with Xie Wen before. This was the first time he had been in the same space for such a long time.
According to his cursory observation, Xie Wen spends 80% of his time in this state of "don't look at them at all", commonly known as "pulling water", and the biggest sense of existence is the sound of coughing.
It's like at this moment, he obviously didn't run, jump, or carry heavy objects, but just leaned against the window and looked out of the window... No, to be precise, he was looking under the dark window, and his cough suddenly became severe. Stupid, it took a while to stop.
I don't know, I thought he was quietly doing some troublesome work.
Big slander.
However, he only dared to slander, not to speak out. Because Xie Wen lowered his eyes and looked at the appearance under the window, he had an inexplicable temperament.
Xie Wen looked at it for a long time, and suddenly laughed vaguely in the gap between the muffled cough, his eyes were withdrawn from the window, and turned into the room. Like seeing something interesting.
Dadong was stunned, and only then did he realize that he was actually staring at a sick half-hearted man with a posture of "don't dare to speak aloud" for a long time.
Are you sick
While scolding himself in his heart, he followed Xie Wen to look over, and then saw a confusing scene—
The puppet thread that the eldest apprentice of the Shen family was stuck on the window frame suddenly moved, as if someone had pulled it from the other side, and the control was tightened.
Dadong thought that within a few seconds, the eldest disciple of the Shen family would climb up again along this retreat, but it didn't.
The silver-like puppet line suddenly moved flexibly a few times, and the hanging section formed an outline.
It may be that Dadong's expression is too bizarre, and Xia Qiao and the others are also attracted.
"What... is this going around?" Sun Siqi asked cautiously.
"Maple Leaf?" Dadong looked strange.
"No, it's longer than a maple leaf."
"Hand!" Zhou Xu said.
"It seems so."
Everyone suddenly realized, and then the atmosphere became even more weird.
Because the line is not long, the hand that goes around it is also a little small. How can I say it... Weird.
Then the small hand beckoned at them.
Dadong: "...What do you think this thing means?"
Zhou Xu: "It seems to let us go there."
Dadong: "Where are you going?"
Zhou Xu: "Isn't this nonsense, go down."
Sun Siqi was stunned: "How to go?"
Zhou Xu: "Jump."
Everyone was silent for a moment, and Dadong stared at the hand, and suddenly said, "Why do I feel so terrified, your brother... Looking at someone who is very cold, how can you still be like this?"
Xia Qiao was silent for a moment, then shook his head quickly and said, "No no no no, there is definitely a problem, my brother is not like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wen's voice rang: "It's him."
"Who?" Xia Qiao turned back blankly.
Xie Wen looked at the hand, turned his head and coughed a few times, and when he turned back, there was a smile in his eyes. It was just a little lighter when he raised his eyes and said: "Who else, your brother."
"Are you sure?" Xia Qiao still looked at the hand in disbelief.
Xie asked: "Yes."
Lao Mao is a person who cooperates especially with the boss. Xie Wen nodded, and he had already walked to the window. Seeing that posture, I was about to jump down.
Dadong grabbed him and asked Xie suspiciously, "How do you know?"
How does he know
He taught.
Lao Mao pulled his hand back and replied with a sullen face in his heart.
To be precise, it is not called "teaching", it is coaxing.
Wen Shi was very boring when he was a child, because for a long time, people always called him "evil ghost".
A few relatives on the mountain made corrections when they knew they were wrong, and they didn’t say anything like that again after being hit by the dust once, but there were so many people down the mountain, it was impossible to block Yoyo’s mouth, and there were always some people who didn’t know the truth. People, one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, quietly say those unpleasant words. There are always a few words, which will reach the ears of hearing.
Children are very smart and stubborn. They hide everything in their stomachs and never say anything. He would only sit for a while on the highest stone on Tingsongtai after practicing the puppet art, licking the bird feathers of the Golden-winged Dapeng.
There is no set number of puppets before the dust. When you need it, you can easily control and drive anything. A leaf, a dead branch, a flower, or even a smear of frost and snow can be turned into a puppet that can move mountains and cut objects with a twist of his back and hands, and he doesn't even need a wire. But most of the time, he doesn't need it.
Lao Mao was the first puppet he kept by his side for a long time, in order to coax a little apprentice who was crying. So much so that the dignified golden-winged Dapeng can lift half a mountain with one wing, and its claws are as majestic as knives. At the first appearance, it was in the image of a bird, less than half the size of a slap.
In fact, there is no such thing as "growing up" in the existence of puppets. But his golden-winged Dapeng was stunned to experience the feeling of slow growth.
Lao Mao remembers very well when he was forced to disguise himself as a little furry blob. When Wen Shi was young, he was also a small group sitting on the rocks on the top of the mountain.
Because of his white skin, he looks like a snowdrift.
He was standing on the snowman's shoulders, dozing with his head curled up. Always after a while, the snowman stabs him down and touches his head.
He didn't like to talk when he was a child, but he had a lot of small gestures. When you're depressed, when you're happy, when you're craving something but don't gnaw, when you're embarrassed.
It's all unconscious, he doesn't know it himself, but he can see it clearly without dust.
Don't say that there is no dust, the old hair can understand it after a long time.
Lao Mao understands but never speaks. He has been conscientiously acting as a little bird that will grow up, and he will never speak human words until the time comes.
But the dust is not different, he takes pleasure in amusing his little apprentice.
Every once in a while, Chen Dao will inadvertently pierce a small movement of Wen Shi with a tone of "I was caught again".
The snowman's face was thin, and when he was pierced, it turned red. But he couldn't talk to others, so he could only face up to the Master in a silent confrontation, and then after a few days, he silently changed that little gesture.
In a few days, there will be a new little action.
The habit of licking the head of the golden-winged Dapeng came like this, and it has lasted for a long time. During that time, Lao Mao was always glad that Puppet was not bald.
However, the sullenness when I smelled it would not last for half a day every time, and I would be distracted by the dust in various ways.
Sometimes I teach something new, sometimes I crave him with delicious food, sometimes I just drop my sleeves and roll down a few cats and dogs, making a fuss and huddling to hear it.
Lao Mao has personally seen five kittens crawling around sniffing his clothes like a tree, but he didn't dare to move when sniffing, staring faintly at the dust, all "evil ghosts" and "dirty things" was left behind.
And Chen Dao is always leaning on the couch, frying tea or mashed wine, and watching the play with his head supported.
Anyway, it's just teasing and getting used to it.
When Wen Shi was very young, she was brought into the cage by Chen Dao, and of course Lao Mao was also there.
Oftentimes, he walks in front of him without a trace of dust, and when he smells it, he follows behind without a single step, and Lao Mao still stands on his shoulders.
When I was a child, I liked to have a sullen face when I smelled it, practicing puppet art and walking. The robes and thin shirts brushed past the dust, and when I smelled it, I was always afraid to step on it, and I didn't even make a sound when I walked.
But if he can't walk a few steps, Chen will stretch out his hand to hold him, lest one miss, fall, or disappear.
That should be the third time to bring him into the cage. What happened in the cage, Lao Mao was not impressed, he only remembered that there was a dead place in the cage.
The place of death is that if one is not careful, the judge will be trapped inside. Sometimes it is an abyss, sometimes it is a slit, sometimes it is just a cabinet or a dry well. place.
When I heard it, I didn't understand it at the time, so I almost stepped in, only to be picked up by Chen Dao.
After that, for several months, Chen Dao never brought Smell Shih into the cage again.
I couldn't hold back when I finally smelled it. He still has a loneliness in his bones and doesn't like to trouble people, so he often can't say what he wants and what he wants to do. He will only open his dark eyes and stare at the dust without turning around.
Chen Dao was stared at by him for three days, and finally patted his head and said, "Speak."
After hearing it for a long time, he said, "Aren't you going out?"
Chen Duo looked down at the top of his head and wanted to laugh a little. After a while, he held the back of his head again, and said, "At such a young age, people are not as tall as my legs, so I can control the master to go out?"
When I smelled it, I held it back for a long time: "I didn't."
Getting him to speak up is already an improvement. Chen Dao didn't feel embarrassed in the end, and broke his mind: "Do you want to enter the cage?"
He nodded when he smelled it.
Chen Dao said, "Then you have to learn one thing first."
He looked up when he smelled it: "What?"
"Next time you go back into the cage, no matter which way you go or which house you enter, you must leave a puppet behind." Chen Dao wanted to make the words more serious and scary, but in the end, he stopped.
Instead, when he heard it, he asked, "What are you doing with the line?"
Chen Dao said, "If you get lost, I will follow the line to catch you."
When he heard this request, he agreed very happily, and at the request of his master, he tried it on the spot. He put a line out, then went outside and closed the door.
There were also some milky voices that seemed a little dull behind the door: "Is that so?"
Chen Dao looked at the clean puppet line on the ground and teased him: "Your line is a pool of stagnant water, if you don't pay attention, people will step on it."
Lao Mao stood on the bird stand, silently watching the old ancestor talking nonsense, obviously that line is full of aura, and anyone with a little spirituality can see it at a glance, let alone dust.
The little apprentice outside the door was silent for a moment, and then said "oh".
Then, the puppet line on the ground stretched its head like a small snake and nodded.
Chen Bubu held his head for a while, and then said, "It's still not conspicuous enough."
The old man was about to roll his eyes.
The little apprentice outside the door was silent again.
After a while, the puppet line on the ground moved again, wrapping around the shape of a hand, the size of which was about the size of Wen Shi's own slap, and then it was less than a stroke at the dust.
The frequency of the beckoning was very high, and he looked very lively. It was stunned to the point of not being able to get dust.
With a click of his finger, the door creaked open.
Behind the lively waving puppet line, is the expressionless face of Wen Shi.
Chen Buo Shen Sheng laughed for a while, then got up and walked towards the door. When passing by, he patted the little apprentice's head with his hands and said, "Take you down the mountain."
He said, "Are you in the cage?"
Chen Duo said: "Eat something."
After that, every time Wen Shi entered the cage, as long as he went to some places alone, he would definitely leave a puppet line for one person. Even if he grew up as a teenager or a young man, even if he knew that Chen Dao was teasing him, he would just be perfunctory and reserved, but he never changed this habit.
Even if I don't remember anything.