Karma is the sin that a person carries. There are congenital and acquired. But regardless of the nature or the day after tomorrow, people like Xie Wen are rare in the world.
As expected of the gods who harmed father and mother, harmed others and harmed oneself...
Xia Qiao closed his eyes when he saw Wen Shi, and his Adam's apple moved slightly. There was some kind of emotion lingering in his brows, which was fleeting, and he probably didn't even realize it.
After being stunned for a moment, Xia Qiao realized that the emotion that flashed by when he heard it should be a kind of shallow sadness. Or... sympathy, he had seen it in Shen Qiao's eyes.
These judges, seeing some people in the world, will always show a bit of this kind of emotion.
His lips moved again when he smelled it.
Xia Qiao asked subconsciously, "What did you say?"
He opened his eyes when he smelled, his eyes still fell on the garden, and it took a while before he finally opened his mouth. "I'm hungry," he said.
Xia Qiao: "?"
Xia Qiao: "???"
No, what about compassion
Speaking of business, why are you suddenly hungry? ?
Xiaqiao was full of question marks.
After being stupid for a long time, he finally remembered the black mist entangled in the spirit of ordinary people, and also remembered what Wen Shi ate yesterday, and he was stunned.
"Is there a lot of black fog on his body?" Xia Qiao asked tentatively.
"What do you say." He smelled unusually calm... Then he licked the corner of his lips.
Grass.
This is a tenant, this is a takeaway.
In a daze, the takeaway rang the doorbell.
Xia Qiao hesitated for a moment, but went over to open the door.
In the early morning of April, the cold air is still very heavy. The man named Xie Wen tilted his head and coughed a few times before turning his face. Illness can't cover up the natural good skin.
"Sorry, it's a bit windy today. I should have worn more clothes if I had known," he said.
It may be because this man has a reputation for harming his father and mother, and Xia Qiao was inexplicably afraid of him, so he shrank subconsciously. Also forget about manners and answers.
Instead, when he smelled, he glanced at his elbow, where a black coat was clearly draped. So he said rudely: "If you don't wear a coat, who will be cold if you are not cold?"
Xie Wen probably didn't expect this kind of treatment when entering the door, and was stunned for a moment.
He lowered his head to survey himself and raised his hand in black: "You said this?"
He was silent when he heard it.
When he raised his head, his eyes were already bent, and he explained with a good temper: "This is not mine, the color is too heavy, and it is not my favorite style."
Hearing that, his face was expressionless, and he said in his heart that who cares if you like it or not, and that your karma obviously fits well, and then he remained silent.
In this case, the blind person can't feel that there is a problem with the atmosphere. Those who are aware of current affairs may say hello and leave. But Xie asked is a strange person.
He didn't give a good face when he smelled it, which seemed to interest him a lot.
His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at it between the muffled coughs, and still asked with a smile, "Are you Xiaqiao?"
Across the phone, he also politely called "Mr. Xia Qiao". This will be face to face, and I don't know why it saves all that.
He moved his lips when he smelled, and Xian Xian popped out two words: "Guess."
The two confronted each other inexplicably, but they were still separated by a short distance, sparking from afar.
The weak individual caught in the middle was stunned by the spark, and couldn't help but interject: "That... I'm sorry, I'm Xia Qiao."
Xie asked only to look away from Wen Shi.
When he looked at Xiaqiao, he also looked at it, not knowing what he was considering. After a moment he nodded: "I guess it's you too. So who is he?"
Xia Qiao said in his heart that he was my grandfather's ancestor, but he still said honestly, "My brother."
Xie asked "Oh" and nodded, "Have I offended him? Or is your brother really fierce?"
Maybe it was because he was close, he didn't bother to work hard, his voice was much lower, but he asked very seriously.
When smelling: "… "
Xia Qiao answered neither, nor did he answer. He could only laugh dryly and say, "He woke up early today and is not in a good mood."
In fact, the smell at the moment is really abnormal,
He used to say something along the lines of his mouth, but more often he just thought about it in his heart. It was the first time that such an obvious target was made, but it was not his fault, it was Xie Wen's fault.
Obviously I don't know it yet, but when I heard it, I already had quite complicated emotions about Xie Wen—
On the one hand, he tracked Hui Gu to Xiping Garden. Before finding out the facts, it is difficult to have a good impression of the owner of Xiping Garden.
On the other hand, when he saw Xie Wen, he became hungry.
When you are extremely hungry, someone puts a table of delicious food in front of you, and then puts up a sign saying "Toxic, I won't give you to eat", are you bothered
This is the state when I smell it.
He frowned, stared at Xie Wen for a while, and finally couldn't stand this strange and subtle confrontation, and turned his head away.
Xia Qiao was a little worried and called him: "Brother Wen, why are you going?"
Wen Shi went into the kitchen without looking back, and said firmly, "Looking for something to eat."
The kitchen is very clean, nothing on the countertop. When I smelled it, I opened the cabinets one by one, and saw the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and raw rice. He opened the refrigerator again and went through it from top to bottom. He wasn't interested in the food, and he didn't know the rest. He resisted his temper and picked a box at random.
Hearing Xie Wen went to the living room, he came out of the kitchen.
So when Xia Qiao turned around, he saw a certain ancestor leaning against the kitchen door, holding the chocolate he had unpacked last night, looking at him coolly.
I don't know why, but this scene is amazing.
"How old are you this year?" Xie asked suddenly.
He clearly came to see the house, but he just swept it all over, but was more interested in chatting. Xia Qiao followed suit and replied, "It's 18."
"Oh, it looks pretty small."
Is it to say that I am short... Xia Qiao scolded.
He was timid, and would be uneasy if he got too close to Xie Wen, so he turned his head back in three steps, desperately hoping that Wen Shi would come to save the scene, even if it was a fight.
Happens to be blind to fashion.
"Then you..." Xie Wen also glanced at Chao Wenshi, and the pause between the words was like an adjective that was deliberately omitted, "Where's my brother? How old is he?"
Xia Qiao suspected that he had omitted words such as "fierce Baba", and was about to make up an answer: "Similar to me—"
I heard four words from far behind: "It's none of your business."
Thanks for laughing.
Xia Qiao just remembered that Shen Qiao had said before, don't tell strangers about your age at will, or you can't meet a powerful character.
Fortunately, he was not specific. And this thank you... is not a great character.
Rumors say that among the judges, there are many talented people from the Zhang family, whether they are from their own family or their foreign surnames, they are all outstanding among their peers. There are only two lines that are faulty, one is Zhang Biling, who came to worship yesterday, and the other is Xie Wen, who was named.
Even these two failures are different.
Zhang Biling's family is said to be generally weak in aptitude, so their abilities are limited, but even so, they are ranked above Wen Shi.
As for Xie Wen, he is a god, and he is full of karma, so how can he help others? Therefore, it is useless for him to learn, and he is destined to be expelled.
This matter will become a heart disease for many people, but Xie Wen doesn't seem to care.
He walked past the long famous tree map, neither repelling it to the point of ignoring it, nor stopping to take a closer look at it, but treating it like an ordinary painting. care.
When I smelled it, I finished eating a box of snacks. It was tasteless and tasteless, but it was better than nothing.
He went to the refrigerator to touch a carton of milk again and drank it a few times. The coldness eased the hunger in his body, and he felt better, so he threw the empty box and went back to the living room.
Xia Qiao took advantage of Xie Wen's failure to see him, and folded his hands and kowtowed at him, begging him to help him.
When the smell passed, Xie Wen was standing in front of the patriarch statue.
He seemed to be particularly interested in this place, and his eyes moved from the incense burner full of fine ashes to the words "dustless" and then to the painting. He even reached out and wiped twice on the red robe of the person in the painting.
Xia Qiao almost blurted out: "If you can't do it, you won't want to live if you touch the ancestors!"
He also frowned and said, "What are you touching?"
Xie Wen twisted his fingers.
His fingers were also sickly pale, so the red stain on his thumb stood out. He stared at the smear of red for a few seconds with a strange look, and said, "The color of the robe is very bright."
When he smelled it, his face was sullen and unreasonable.
Xie asked again: "Who painted this?"
Wen Shi finally opened his mouth: "I."
Xie Wen's strange gaze appeared again.
He was very unhappy when he smelled it: "What's the problem?"
Xie asked, "Have you seen him?"
"Who?" Wen Shi didn't respond.
Xie Wen pointed to the portrait.
His question is actually very strange. No one would ask a young man in his twenties: Have you seen someone from thousands of years ago
But at that moment, Wen Shi didn't realize this.
He was just thinking that he should have never seen the dust before, and even considered that person's apprentice. But that was way too long ago. He has been in the world for 12 rounds, and there is no obstacle between life and death, and he can't remember the appearance of many people.
When I painted this picture, it wasn't Shen Qiao who followed Wen Shi, but his apprentice at the time. The little apprentice prepared everything according to the requirements, but he stood at the desk for a day, but he didn't know how to write.
The little apprentice asked him if there was a mistake in his writing.
He said no, he just couldn't remember what the person to draw looked like.
The little apprentice was very worried. He had never seen Chen Chen before, and could not even find a reference model. He couldn't bear to spend time at the table when he saw and heard, so he looked for the portraits of various gods and Buddhas.
So there was this cobbled together thing.
…
The bell rang suddenly in the room, and when I heard it, I suddenly came back to my senses.
The ringing came from Xia Qiao's cell phone. He asked to answer the phone and learned that the driver who took them to the funeral box had already set off and was heading here.
Wen Shi glanced at the wall clock, only to realize that it was 6 o'clock, they packed up and set off for the mountain.
The topic just now was interrupted and was not continued. It was nothing to do with small talk, Xie Wen was no longer curious, and when he heard it, he was too lazy to tell a lie.
Xia Qiao hung up the phone, hurriedly took Xie Wen to look at the bedroom, and said apologetically, "I didn't think about it, I should explain the situation when I made an appointment. Today is indeed a special situation, and I can't continue to entertain you. There is a chance."
Wen Shixin said: Yes, I'm still staring at your Xiping Garden, I can't run away.
Xia Qiao added: "I understand renting a house. I must look at a few more, compare and contrast, and pick the one that is most satisfying. I'm just going to see it today. It's normal if it can't be settled. You can go back and think about it?"
Wen Shi hoped that he wouldn't even think about it, he didn't want to have a table full of Manchu and Han people with unknown toxicity wandering around.
Who would have thought that this wish had just emerged, Xie asked and said: "I don't need to think about it. I will rent it. When can I move?"
He was very unhappy when he smelled it.
Xia Qiao is not so obvious, but he said after consideration: "Actually, this community is quite remote, the traffic is not very convenient, and it is not lively."
He glanced at Wen Shi, scratched his head again, and said, "That... I'll be honest, there are actually quite a few good places. There's no need to rush here."
Xie asked: "I think it is necessary."
When smelling: "Why?"
Xie Wen's thumb rubbed his slender index finger knuckles, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were clearly visible.
why
Because it was the first time he saw someone obediently and obediently offering him an incense case.
Also because...
"I'm catching someone." When he looked at Wen, he suddenly rolled his eyes.
***
Just because of this untrue statement, the timid and imaginative Xia Qiao has always been furious.
From 6 o'clock, the people who came to take Shenqiao's last journey arrived one after another.
Zhang Biling, who said she would come as soon as possible, didn't show up, but Xie Wen, who had said that he had something to do, never left, standing in the sparse crowd with that black coat.
He took the initiative to send it, and as the host, it was not convenient to drive people away, so he had to follow him.
The burial place is far away, the mountain is far away, and it is raining, and the road is not easy to walk.
The car, carrying a dozen people, slid slowly through the rain. Xia Qiao sat at the front holding his grandfather's birthday box, and sat next to him when he smelled it. Relatives and friends followed in order, so most of them sat in the front half of the seats.
When the car started, I inadvertently glanced back.
He thought that Xie Wen, who was unfamiliar with life, would choose a person to sit in the bottom row and be clean. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw Xie Wen in the third row, listening to the middle-aged people around him chatting nonstop.
Those people's dialect accents are very heavy, and he can't understand it when he hears it. He suspects that Xie Wen can't understand it either, but the other party looks like he is enjoying it.
He ignored him when he smelled it, pulled down his hat against the window and closed his eyes.
After an unknown time, he suddenly heard Xia Qiao calling him in a low voice, "Brother Wen, Brother Wen."
He opened his eyes when he smelled: "Why?"
Seeing Xia Qiao shrinking in the seat with his neck stiffened, his voice was so soft that he almost cried: "Look back, where are the people in the car?"
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