If it was Smell when I was a child, I would definitely throw the question out and wait for an answer.
But now he doesn't do it anymore.
Those memories that gradually came back told him that his directness would never be exchanged for the real answer if the dust was not here.
When I was a child, I used to think that Chen Dao was a cyclist, born to nurture and omnipotent. There is nothing in this world that can stum him, and there is no dilemma that he cannot resolve. He won't grow old and he won't die.
So what the other party says, when they hear it, they believe it.
Later, when I heard it, I slowly realized that in fact, if I didn't get to dust, I would bleed, get hurt, and also have burdens and troubles, but he would never take the initiative to mention it, and he would always take it lightly.
And the answers that Wen Shi once thought were nothing more than a blanket protection.
Just like the hand that suddenly withered and returned to its original state, like the bird that died stiffly and then came back to life. It's like he was almost completely covered in dust.
His directness, in exchange, is actually the mildest lie.
In Chen Buo's eyes, as long as Wen Shi spoke like that, he would probably always be the little apprentice on Songyun Mountain who depended on him, followed him, and needed his protection.
It's no different from other people in this world, just a little closer.
But now I don't want to smell like that.
He wanted to stand in a place where he couldn't be side by side with Chen, to figure out why the other party came and how long he would stay here.
…
The kitchen is a little quiet.
They haven't spoken since Xie Wen nodded.
There is a dark distance between the two, and the eyes are hidden under the darkness, and it is difficult to distinguish whether they are staggered or intersected.
Not far away, Da Zhao Xiao Zhao did not know who said something, and the content was not clear. Contrasting the quietness in the kitchen is a little subtle. Like a thin layer of ice on the water, it will not break.
People have the urge to say something, but don't know what to say.
When smelling, his eyes swept in that direction, and he moved his lips: "You..."
Xie Wen happened to open his mouth at that moment.
The two voices collided and collided, and paused at the same time.
Xie Wen laughed and looked through the darkness: "What do you want to say?"
He shook his head when he smelled it.
He suddenly didn't want to expose the identity of the other party so much.
Because at a certain moment just now, it gave him an illusion, as if he and the person in front of him had jumped out of the relationship between master and apprentice, and jumped out of those things carried by the words "wenshi" and "dustless".
Just like that moment a long time ago, the other party walked up Songyun Mountain along the stone steps, and he turned up from another path and looked at each other, like two mountain passers who met suddenly in the world.
"Nothing, you go first."
He lifted his chin when he smelled it, and said something he couldn't say before.
"Okay, I'll go first." Xie asked and came down.
He paused lightly, raised his hand to touch his lips, and said, "You're broken here, take a sip of blood."
Wen Shi was silent for a second, and answered vaguely from his throat. He closed his eyes, tilted his head and licked the edge of his lips, and sure enough he smelled blood.
Suddenly there was a ding ding dong dong sound outside. It was not the first day I lived here when I heard it, and I was already familiar with this sound. It was someone standing at the door opening the combination lock.
The smell of blood on the tip of the tongue lingered, and when I smelled it, I grabbed the freshly washed cup and poured some water.
When he raised his head to drink, he caught a glimpse of Xie Wen looking out of the living room and said, "Your brother and Lao Mao are back."
He swallowed the water when he smelled it, and made a sound of "um".
The door of the villa rang, and a thin sound came from the entrance. It should be Xia Qiao and Lao Mao changing slippers. The medicine jar collided with a few human words, and then the headlights in the living room were lit up with a bang, breaking the original darkness and silence.
Xie asked his eyes back again.
He still had the light behind his back, but his expression was much clearer, and at first glance it was still his usual appearance.
"So what were you trying to say?" he asked.
He put down the glass when he smelled it.
He really had nothing to say at all. The level of the current editor is very limited, and I can only catch people who have just returned to make excuses.
He brushed past Xie Wen, pinched his knuckles without raising his eyes, and said, "I want to ask you when they will be back, I'll find Xia Qiao."
Classmate Xiaoqiao was holding a bag in one hand and was about to speak while pulling his slippers when he heard his brother's voice. He immediately exclaimed with joy, "Brother, are you awake?!"
When smelling: "Hmm."
Xiao Qiao rushed over with the bag in hand.
He took a step forward when he smelled so as not to be hit by him.
So Xiao Qiao didn't stop because of his inertia, and almost launched it to Xie Wen's side, but fortunately, his brother grabbed his sweater hat.
"Thank you boss." Xia Qiao called someone shyly.
Wen Shi glanced at that.
In the past, he always felt that Xia Qiao was inexplicably afraid of people, but now that he thought about it, it was probably Puppet's instinct. Just like Lao Mao and Da Zhao Xiao Zhao, no matter how powerful they are, they are always under the suppression of the puppet master, and they will always naturally have a bit of awe.
Xie Wen looked at the bag in Xia Qiao's hand and asked, "Have you brought all the medicine?"
Xia Qiao nodded honestly and said, "Take it, I will take whatever Uncle Mao asks me to take. It should be pretty neat."
When I smelled it, I looked at Xia Qiao's cowardly back, and thought that such a 250-year-old thing was something I couldn't do, right
Normal puppet masters are very particular about being puppets. After all, the spirits and gods are limited, and it is impossible to spend them playing casually. But dust is not the same. He is free.
This man is interested, he can squeeze a bunch of useless gadgets, and then instruct those things to climb him like a tree.
After thinking about it when I smelled it, I felt that Xia Qiao was a puppet like Xia Qiao who couldn't lift his shoulders and hands, had no special features and was useless except for his nose and timidity. Someone could really do it.
"Why did you let you carry it all?" Xie Wenchao raised his chin, "He came back empty-handed with a sullen stomach?"
"???"
Lao Mao stared at his round eyes and suffered a wave of unpredictable disasters.
The main thing is that he has a shadow. When Wen Shi was a child, he also carried a lot of things like this. Chen Dao said similar things, instigating and teasing the little apprentice to stab him!
What can he say to a bird? Not just obediently accepting fate.
So now seeing Xie Wen speak in such an elder-like tone, Lao Mao is afraid. This is a conditioned reflex that has been trained over many years.
Fortunately, Xiaqiao is a man.
He waved his hand and explained, "No, no, Uncle Mao is so old, how can he make such effort. For a strong young man like me, it's even worse to be empty-handed."
Lao Mao: "… "
There are too many outrageous points in this sentence, and it is numb to hear it. He pinched his Adam's apple and stared at the back of Xiao Qiao's head without words.
Xie Wen glanced here again for some reason, and a smile appeared in his eyes. I don't know if it was because of Xia Qiao's words or because of Wen Shi's expression.
Lao Mao escaped from this, hurriedly took out the bag in Xia Qiao's hand, and greeted Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao to go into the kitchen to cook medicine.
"What kind of medicine is this?" Wen Shi said in a deep voice when Xie Wen raised his eyes.
After he finished speaking, he felt that there was no silver in this place.
He actually knew what kind of medicine it was, and he knew it as soon as he smelled it. In Songyun Mountain, when he was not feeling well, he often used this medicinal juice to soak his hands, and the problems, big and small, were quickly cleared up in half.
Xie Wen looked at him and said after two seconds of silence, "It's good for relieving cold and analgesia, and the effect is not bad. You can try it after frying them for a while."
He nodded when he smelled it. After I clicked, I remembered that I was awake, and the pain had long passed.
But Xia Qiao, the stick, said worriedly: "Brother, are you still in pain when you wake up?"
Wen Shi was silent for a moment, then jumped out a word: "...Yes."
This is probably the first time in his life that he has admitted pain.
forced.
Xia Qiao was probably the first time in his life to hear such a harsh pain, and he was a little at a loss. The next second, he saw his brother raise his chin coldly in the direction of the sofa, motioning for him to come over for an interview.
Xia Qiao hugged the remaining bag in his hand and walked towards the sofa obediently.
Wen Shi just took two steps, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said, "You also soaked this last time?"
Xie Wen originally wanted to take a look in the kitchen and become a supervisor. Hearing this, he stopped for a while, turned to look at Wen Shi: "Which one did you say last time?"
"Xiping Garden." Wen Shi said three words concisely.
When he and Xia Qiao found Xiping Garden, there was a gurgling sound in the hut where Xie Wen was staying, as if something was cooking,
Xie asked "Oh" and remembered: "You actually remember, your eyes are sharp."
"Just remember." Wen Shi moved his lips: "What are you soaking in this medicine for?"
Xie asked: "Dispel the cold."
When smelling: "Why?"
Xie asked: "I'm born with a bad physique and I'm afraid of cold."
fraud.
He pursed his lips and looked at him.
After a few words, they became inexplicably tense again.
It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of Xia Qiao sitting down on the sofa obediently from the corner of the light that he retracted his gaze, turned his head and walked over there.
The leather sofa creaked, and Xia Qiao saw his brother sitting beside him, sitting hunched over his long legs. He half-drooped his eyelids, twisted one earbone, his eyes fell on a certain place on the ground, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, he turned his head to look over, pointed to the mobile phone in Xia Qiao's hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there Zhou Xu here?"
Xia Qiao: "Huh?"
He reacted for a few seconds before realizing that Wen Shi wanted to ask him if he had Zhou Xu's contact information.
Coincidentally, I didn't have it last time, but this time I added it when I came out of the cage, and it was Zhou Xu who took the initiative. Xia Qiao was very sure that the second-year illness in the rebellious period was convinced by his brother's puppet master.
When it was too cold, Zhou Xu might not dare to look for him directly, so he approached Xia Qiao in a tactful way.
So Zhou Xu wanted to find his brother, Xia Qiao completely understandable, but the other way around is very confusing.
Xia Qiao said in confusion: "Are you looking for him? Why are you looking for him?"
When smelling: "Ask something."
Xia Qiao suspects that he is deaf and has lost his hearing.
But in fact no, Wen Shi really planned to find Zhou Xu.
Xie asked in rumors that he was a "Zhang family member" who was removed from his name. How did he get to the Zhang family, what happened, and why everyone recognized him as a "Zhang family member". In addition to Xie asking himself, probably only the Zhang family can say one or two.
Zhou Xu is from Zhang's family and has lived in his own family. He is also a character who likes to get involved in everything and wants to know everything. His mother Zhang Biling is one of the few people who has contact with Xie Wen.
So ask him to ask something.
Although Xia Qiao was confused, he did not dare to resist. He sniffed, turned on the phone under Wen Shi's stare, and found Zhou Xu.
"I'll make a voice call, will you chat with him?" Xia Qiao asked.
Wen Shi glanced in the direction of the kitchen and said no.
Xia Qiao was even more puzzled, thinking in his heart that he had to type
Also... okay.
Xia Qiao switched to typing mode, with both thumbs hanging on the keyboard, ready to go: "Tell me, brother, I'll type."
While speaking, he had already taken the lead in throwing an expression over, as a way to say hello to Zhou Xu.
Unexpectedly, this proposal received a "no" from Wen Shi again.
Xia Qiao was stunned, thinking that this is so special... Do you want to fight it yourself? ?
Have the survivors of the Republic of China learned Pinyin Wubi Jiugongge? ?
Just when they were pulling on this matter, the Zhang family centered on Zhou Xu and Dadong... To be precise, the other families except Wen Shi Xiaqiao, were going crazy online at the famous spectrum map.