There is indeed no problem with his typing, but the legacy of the Republic of China has a problem.
The old man is not very good at using mobile phones, and there are always people coming and going around the old man, interfering with his actions and thoughts.
When Xia Qiao provided his brother with the mobile phone, he felt that Wubi didn't need to be counted on, but the pinyin should be fine. Because I remembered what his brother said: "I died in 1995, not in 65."
In order to avoid the last oolong about cola from happening again, Xia Qiao decided not to fight, and directly changed the Jiugong style to 26 keys, pointed to the keyboard and said, "Brother, convert each word into pinyin, poke one by one, and then Just pick a word in the row above, and that's it."
The old man of the Republic of China twisted his beautiful eyebrows, stared at the letters on the 26 keys for three seconds, and said, "I haven't learned pinyin."
Hearing this, Xia Qiao can be sure that his brother at least knows Pinyin. So he was even more puzzled: "How come? Pinyin should have been very common before 1995."
When he smelled, he lifted his eyelids and looked at him: "I know words, why should I start with pinyin."
Xia Qiao: "..."
Xia Qiao: "I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded."
"Then then, handwrite it." Xiao Qiao had a very good attitude of admitting his mistake. Maybe he was afraid of being scolded. He quickly cut the keyboard into handwriting and said, "This is very simple, just write whatever you want. Just choose one on the top. The speed is a little slower than Pinyin, and there is nothing wrong with it.”
When I smelled it, I might have heard the phrase "the speed is a little slower than pinyin", so the writing speed was very fast.
He wrote a string on the screen.
Xia Qiao stared at him for a while, feeling handsome, but he didn't understand a word.
He didn't even know it, and of course he didn't know the input method, so he said: "Goulan is enough".
Xia Qiao said my mother in her heart.
When smelling: "… "
The handsome guy was obviously dissatisfied with the input method, and turned the screen of his mobile phone to Xia Qiao: "What is this?"
Xia Qiao silently stretched out a finger and deleted the garbled sentence for him.
He was about to teach something more when he heard some voices coming from farther away.
The medicine in the kitchen should be ready. Lao Mao and Xiao Zhaozheng are arguing about something, maybe looking for something. Then Da Zhao shouted to this side: "Is Xiao Qiao busy?"
Xia Qiao responded with a high voice: "Hey, what's wrong with my sister?"
Wen Shi also raised his head and looked over there.
"Are there any towels?" Da Zhao said crisply.
"Or a mat." Xiao Zhao added.
Xiaqiao: "Yes."
Da Zhao: "Where is it? We didn't find it."
"In the closet over there—"
Wen Shi retracted his phone and interrupted, "Come over, we'll talk about it later here."
Xia Qiao thought so, so he hurriedly took the order and hurried over with his slippers.
So the living room was quiet, and only Wen Shi was sitting hunched over holding the phone.
Xie Wen, who was leaning against the kitchen door, suddenly turned his head and glanced here. Wen Shi's eyes met him, and after a moment of silence, he narrowed his brows again.
He lowered his eyes again and fiddled with Xia Qiao's cell phone.
After a few seconds, he heard rustling footsteps coming towards him.
In fact, the movement was very small, far less than the sound made by the few people in the kitchen. But it fell into the ears of hearing, but it was very clear.
He just had to listen to the voice to know who it was.
He didn't look up when he smelled it, but his eyelids moved slightly and then fell back, as if he inadvertently swept a certain ornament on the coffee table. But Xie Wen fell into the corner of his vision.
The sofa on which he was sitting was long enough for three people to sit down. As soon as Xia Qiao left, his left and right sides became empty.
Xie Wen stopped in front of the coffee table and stood in the corner of his field of vision. From the corner of his eye, Wen Shi could only see his well-cut suit and trousers, which were covered by the coffee table.
After watching for a while, he raised his eyes when he smelled: "Is the medicine ready?"
"It's fried." Xie Wen tilted his face in the direction of the kitchen, but he didn't turn his eyes, he still looked down at him, "Lao Mao and the others will bring it here."
"Hmm" when he smelled it. His lips moved, but he said nothing.
So the two of them still looked at each other, but suddenly they were silent.
The sudden silence makes the atmosphere a little weird, like the static fluff in autumn and winter, the roots are erect but soft.
Xie Wen shifted his gaze and glanced towards the kitchen. Wen Shi has already closed his eyebrows, his thumb slid across the screen of his phone, and said in a low voice, "Why are you standing all the time?"
Thank you for not answering. Maybe it's not clear why.
He just responded vaguely and said, "Just about to sit."
When I smelled it, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of his toes turning, almost walking towards the vacant seat beside him...
But he eventually stopped by the sofa.
"Is it hot or not, Uncle Mao, let me come!" Xia Qiao's voice went from far to near.
"Let's go." Lao Mao replied, "Put the cushion on the coffee table, so as not to damage the side of the coffee table."
Following the voice, there were several footsteps.
The movement of these people was really big, and when he smelled it, he finally raised his head again, and happened to see Xie Wen take his eyes away from him.
The other party glanced casually, or only fell for an extremely short moment, and then dropped into the most noisy place—
Lao Mao took a small and hurried step with a gravel medicine bowl. Da Zhao Xiao Zhao chased after him, and Xia Qiao held two round coasters in his hands.
The soup in the medicine bowl was still boiling, and the hot air dissipated instantly.
When I smelled it, I looked at the hot white mist, and suddenly remembered a sentence I once heard—
When you see him looking at you, he must also know that you see him looking at you.
At that time, one of his apprentices used these words to ridicule others, and it had nothing to do with him. He listened casually from the sidelines, but because he was extraordinarily oblique, he had always left an impression, and suddenly remembered it at this moment.
Xie Wen didn't turn his head after that glance. He took a step back when Lao Mao rushed over, almost retreated to Wen Shi's side, and reminded Lao Mao, "Aim at the coffee table, don't aim at me, are you going to splash me or what?"
"Then how dare I, this place is close enough to be placed here." Lao Mao said aggrievedly, a horse strode steadily beside the coffee table, took Xie Wen's place just now, and instructed Xia Qiao to say: "Two The cushions are stacked together."
Xia Qiao obeyed, and Lao Mao put the medicine bowl down, adjusted the position, and placed it right in front of Wen Shi.
Wen Shi habitually stretched out his hand, but heard Xia Qiao say, "I'll go get a bowl and a spoon."
Lao Mao wondered, "What are you doing with the bowl and spoon?"
Xia Qiao was even more puzzled than him: "Have a drink, otherwise you will be pouring in such a big bowl?"
"Who said it's for drinking?" Lao Mao said angrily, "It's for hand soaking."
"Is it true or false? Does it work just by soaking your hands?" Xiaoqiao opened his eyes and was a little skeptical.
"Ling--" Lao Mao almost wanted to explain to him how the medicine worked on the spirit phase, and when he said that, he remembered that he was only a clerk from Xie Wen. He would know about the spirit phase, but the contact would not be particularly deep.
So he hurriedly glanced at Xie Wen and said vaguely, "It's good for the body anyway."
Xie asked: "… "
"See what I'm doing?" Xie Wen said angrily.
Lao Mao realized that he was running out of silver here, and hurriedly said, "Just take a look."
Lao Mao's change of words was nothing in the eyes of those who didn't know it, but he reminded Wen Shi in disguise. He withdrew his hand that was going to reach for the medicine bowl, pretending that he didn't know it was for soaking, not for drinking.
But Xia Qiao, the 250-year-old, came to demolish his stage and said, "Brother, you are so smart, you actually know you want to soak your hands."
When smelling: "… "
"I don't know." Wen Shi said coldly, "Which eye did you see?"
Xia Qiao didn't expect to be scolded for complimenting people, so he sat down beside him aggrievedly, but because he was cowardly, he didn't dare to get too close and kept a little distance, "Then you reach out..."
"I'll test the temperature." Wen Shi said without raising his eyes.
He is still not good at making up lies, he can only rely on his momentum. And he made a plan in his heart that if Xiaqiao asked more questions, he would leave.
Fortunately, Xia Qiao didn't continue, and Da Zhao Xiaozhao was extraordinarily good, and urged him enthusiastically, "It's hot right now, so I need to let it dry, but this medicine is also good, and there's no harm in steaming it, so We brought it here."
He nodded when he smelled it.
The medicine was hot in front of him, and the smell was strong, but not unpleasant, and it still had the scent of Songyun Mountain.
In fact, this prescription can not only dispel cold and relieve pain, but when I smell it, I figured out something later. The bottom line is still these, as long as you add a little something else, there will be new effects. For example, Zhong Si is good at a calming talisman. Two pieces of talisman paper are burned into ashes and added to the medicine, which has the effect of calming the mind. He cooked it for himself. many times.
When he didn't need to wash the spirit formation, he relied on these medicines. Whenever his mind loosened, he would use this to press him. But it can't be of great use, just drinking poison to quench thirst.
Back then, he asked Zhong Si for those talismans one by one, causing the other party to be unclear. So, he was worried that he might not be able to hold back his puppet and would be attacked.
Later, when I saw that he put the puppet and the chain was not buckled, he handed over and said goodbye, dispelling those worries.
But now, his state is probably not enough for ten talismans to be burned into the medicinal soup. The brother who was shaking the talisman paper all over the mountain and fooling around said, "There are enough magic talismans, how many drawings are needed, and good things are exchanged." Zhong Si was long gone.
…
He looked away from the medicinal soup and touched his finger on the phone screen.
The screen that had been darkened a little lighted up again. This was the way he saw it from Xia Qiao. He moved his fingers and wrote the sentence to be sent on the screen again.
It still came out with a bunch of unknown things.
Lao Mao was stumbling on the side of the coffee table blindly, half blocking the position of the single sofa and no one reminded him, so that his boss was unable to take a seat.
After a long time, when I smelled it, I felt the sofa cushion sag a little, Xie Wen finally sat down here.
Although it was summer, he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and the thin fabric rubbed the short sleeves and arms of the T-shirt when he smelled it. Although it was not touching, he could still feel his body temperature and breath.
His fingers paused for a moment when he smelled it.
He suddenly realized that apart from being in the cage, Xie Wen seemed to have never been so close to him before, and always seemed to be separated from him by a short distance.
The last time I got a little closer was in Xiping Garden, Xie Wen was seriously ill and soaked in those medicines. He was about to leave, but the other party tapped him on the shoulder and said "see you later".
He lowered his eyes when he smelled it, and subconsciously wrote the previous sentence again.
"This thing is a bit stupid, you can't recognize it when you write cursive script." Xie Wen suddenly said.
He turned his head to look at him when he smelled it.
The other party leaned over like him, with a long index finger, pointing at the screen of the mobile phone in the air. His eyes were half-drooping, falling in the shadow of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose, appearing dark and deep, but the color of his lips was very pale.
Wen Shi glanced over: "What are you doing watching me write?"
"I accidentally caught a glimpse when I was sitting down." Xie Wen pointed to his eyes.
Xia Qiao had a rare insight, so he helped his brother find it and added: "My brother didn't like to use mobile phones before, so I'm not used to using this keyboard."
"I know." Xie Wen raised his eyes and glanced at him, nodded and said, "I heard you mentioned it."
When he saw Wen Shi, he didn't move his fingers for a while, so he raised the palm of his left hand, blocked the screen for Wen Shi, and said, "I can't see it now, you can write it."
Xia Qiao wanted to say, let's change positions.
But he saw his brother curled his index knuckles, pushed Xie Wen's hand to the side by an centimeter, and then started writing... He couldn't open his mouth again.
The atmosphere was a bit unpredictable, but Xia Qiao felt that maybe his brother thought it was good.
In fact, I didn't really want to move when I smelled it.
He changed the block letters and wrote "I'm Chen Shi, is it convenient?", and he quickly got a reply from Zhou Xu.
Then he wrote: Ask you something.
Zhou Xu still responded quickly: Are you asking me something? ? ? which aspect? You're sure you don't know, but do I know
Smell: Hmm.
Zhou Xu: What I know most is the gossip of those people in my family
Zhou Xu: Or it is the unofficial history of the judge-related essays
Zhou Xu: You wouldn't be the latter one, would you
Smell: You should know something.
Zhou Xu: Hello
Zhou Xu: Is there a delay in the network
Zhou Xu: You are so powerful, you will definitely not ask about the judge. So you have to ask the Zhang family? Who do you want to ask
Smell Time: What Delays
Zhou Xu: …
Zhou Xu may have collapsed a little and started to launch emojis.
Wen Shi grimaced, feeling that Zhou Xu was quite clever, but at the same time he had to endure those stupid things to brush past his eyes.
When the other party stopped moving, he moved his index finger again.
He wanted to write a thank you question, but just after he said a word, he suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat unfamiliar. It's as if he wrote the name a long time ago.
He was stunned for a moment when he smelled it, and the familiar feeling disappeared and could no longer be captured.
He subconsciously glanced at Xie Wen, who was talking to Lao Mao, but his palm still blocked the screen for him.
The phone was vibrating, and Zhou Xu asked unwillingly, "So who do you want to ask?"
Zhou Xu: Who is it? Who is it
Thanks for asking. Wen Shi still wrote and sent these two words, and then pressed the screen of the mobile phone off.
When he read the news again, it was already after midnight.
Zhou Xu lived up to his expectations and wrote a lot, and it took a few strokes to turn to the top when he heard it.
He said: I knew it! Too many people are curious about him. But you actually do this too, it really scared me to death.