Xie Wen thought about it and said, "Pay attention to safety."
To say it was not disappointing would be a lie. But when he smelled, he was a very calm person, so calm that he was almost cold. In his opinion, even if the apprentices brought up by themselves, most of them face parting and seeing off when they are adults. If they can lean against the door and take a few more glances, they are used to it. There is no reason to stick together. It's the kind of thought that only lovers have.
So Wen Shi calmly said "oh", turned his head and closed the bedroom door.
He actually controlled his strength, but he still made a knocking sound when he locked it, and in the silent night, it seemed that he was very unhappy.
Xie Wen stood at the corner, his eyes fell on the closed door, and he stopped laughing for a while.
He walked down the steps to the second floor. Moonlight came in through the corner glass window, reflecting on his tall back.
He put his fingers loosely on the wooden railing and took a few steps. The Fulan suddenly made a clicking sound, like the dry bark bursting lightly.
Xie Wen paused for a moment, and his fingers left the handrail. Where he was originally hanging, there was a small decayed spot and a slender crack.
He put his hands behind his back. If there were people around him at this time, he would see thick black smoke escaping from his fingers, entwined in strands... The flesh and blood could not hide it.
But he seemed to have known it for a long time, without even looking at it, he walked up to the second floor.
There are two bedrooms on the second floor of the Shen family villa, with an open space in between, and a set of tea tables for meeting guests. Since Xie Wen moved in, the dead tree, the small stony pond, and the freshly colored flowers and plants have occupied this place.
Also here are two little kings in the pond, a small shack by the root of a tree, a bird stand hanging from a branch,
The bird stand was not empty at the moment, and there was a bird the size of a slap standing on it. It raised its head from its fluff and stared at Xie Wen with its black eyes.
It saw the black mist on Xie Wen's fingers at a glance, and it fluttered its wings and was about to fly here.
Seeing Xie Wen raised his index finger and made a "silence" gesture, the bird suddenly stiffened as if he had pressed the pause button, holding the crossbar with one paw, maintaining his balance.
He stood by the railing with his eyes lowered, as if listening to the movement downstairs.
In ordinary people's ears, the sound insulation downstairs is not bad, almost silent. But he listened for a long time before turning his head and nodding at the bird: "I fell asleep, come down."
Even so, his voice was low and effortless. After speaking, he coughed, as if he was going to cough up all the shares he had saved for the day.
The bird didn't dare to breathe, fluttered its wings lightly, and fell to the ground like an old hairy. Two fluffy heads were also drilled out of the shack by the roots of the tree.
Soon the two groups of things that looked like cats but not cats came out and turned into the appearance of Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao.
They looked at Xie Wen's hand and muttered softly, "Why is this happening again?"
Lao Mao hurriedly gestured at them, and the two swallowed.
If the puppet doesn't want to make a sound, it is really silent. After all, they are considered spiritual bodies, not real people.
Xiaozhao quickly brought the medicine bowl up from downstairs and put it on the tea table, and it became hot when he covered it with both hands.
Xie Wen sat down at the tea table and soaked his two hands wrapped in black mist.
Lao Mao went to get the gloves. The sisters were lying at the table watching Xie Wenbao's hands. After holding it for a long time, he couldn't hold back, and said, "Boss..."
In fact, they didn't call Xie Wen that way before. Like many puppets, they would have an honorary title for their masters, either "Puppet Master" or "Zun Shang".
But in the present world, it is found that this will be regarded as a mental illness.
So they forcibly changed their name to call the boss. After shouting for a while, it became a habit.
Xie Wen glanced at the sisters and motioned for them to speak if they had something to say.
Da Zhao said: "If you are like this, will he find out?"
Xie Wen asked with a good temper, "How am I?"
Da Zhao pointed to Xie Wen's hand.
"I can't find it." Xie Wen said in a low voice, "I can't reach this level in front of him. Even if he looks at me with his spiritual eyes, he will only see that I am covered with karma. After the life experience, there is no other problem.”
He watched the concoction slowly turn black, smiled and said, "Didn't he taste it before?"
Speaking of this, Da Xiaozhao is full of troughs and wants to vomit: Can you taste this stuff casually? One really dares to ask for it, and the other really dares to give it.
But they thought again, Xie Wen will definitely keep it, and there will be no problem with this apprentice.
"Well, even if you can't see this aspect." Da Zhao was still a little worried, "What else? He is so powerful."
Xie Wen reminded her: "The spirits are not yet together."
The big call "Oh".
"That's right, the lack of spirituality will affect too much. You can see that he didn't realize that we are puppets." Xiao Zhao said, "If it was before, other people might not be able to see it after being killed. realize."
Da Zhao: "But we also—"
Lao Mao came over with gloves and interrupted her: "What?"
Da Zhao flattened his mouth.
Lao Mao put the gloves respectfully beside the medicine bowl, and said to Da Zhao with a serious tone, "It will be fine."
"Old Mao." Xie Wen suddenly opened his mouth and said to him, "Go and get two talismans from the box."
Lao Mao let out an "Ai" and went in a hurry.
As soon as he left, Da Zhao opened his mouth again, looking like he was about to speak.
Xie Wen said angrily: "Little girl, did I saw your mouth?"
Da Zhao shook his head into a rattle, and then squeezed out another sentence: "I still think he might have found something. Before he woke up, I seemed to hear him..."
Xie asked, "What did you hear?"
Da Zhao: "I heard him say something, especially like your name."
Xie asked finally had a reaction.
He raised his eyelids and fell back, and said softly, "You heard wrong."
The big summon "Oh", this time finally relieved his doubts.
"By the way, boss, are you going to take Lao Mao out tomorrow?" Xiao Zhao asked.
Da Zhao refused to accept it: "Bringing old hair again... What about us?"
Xie asked: "You watch the house."
The two sisters' faces were wrinkled like a lemon, Xie Wen added: "It's too far, I won't be back in a while, you run away, who will I give it to here?"
The sisters took advantage of this, but asked, "Where are you going?"
Xie Wen raised his chin toward the side of the tea table, where there was a yellow sheet of paper folded.
The big and small Zhao knew that it was something that Xie Wen released from the puppet, and there should be news of the spirit of the time, but it took a long time this time, and it is estimated that it is indeed a bit far.
Xiao Zhao took off the paper and saw that it was written: Guizhuangzi
"Gui Zhuangzi? Where is this?"
"Tianjin."
***
Xia Qiao got up very early that day, and at 7 o'clock, he sat upright on the sofa, facing Wen Shi's bedroom door, waiting to pick up his mobile phone.
As a modern person, no matter the real person or the dummy, he is used to the existence of mobile phones anyway. Even if it was only for one night, he felt that he lived without a soul.
But his brother didn't understand this kind of suffering, maybe it was you last night, no, he slept too late, Xia Qiao waited until 8:30 for his brother to come out of the cave.
After smelling, she rolled up her sleeves and walked to the sofa: "Why are you getting up so early?"
Xia Qiao said, "Wait for my soul."
When smelling: "?"
Under Xiaqiao's staring eyes, he finally remembered the phone. He took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket and glanced at it again before handing it to Xia Qiao, only to realize that Zhou Xu had sent several messages last night.
Xia Qiao raised both hands and waited respectfully: "Brother why are you frowning?"
Wen Shi finished scanning a row of nonsense, but didn't see the address he wanted, so he handed the phone to Xia Qiao and said, "It's nothing, he's a little strange."
Xia Qiao: "Why is it strange?"
When smelling: "Say goodbye and say goodbye."
Xia Qiao thought about it seriously: "... I suspect that the goodbye he said is not the same as what you understand."
When smelling: "?"
He was not interested in Zhou Xu's strange language habits, so he didn't ask in depth, and only told Xia Qiao: "If Zhou Xu sends another message, show me."
After exhorting him, he glanced upstairs and asked casually, "Where's the person above?"
Thank you for asking, thank you for asking, and the people above.
Xia Qiao wondered in his heart and replied, "I didn't get up, I didn't see them come out anyway. By the way, aren't we going out today? Just in time, I'll buy you a cell phone."
He didn't want to stay away from his phone all night, so he tried to encourage his brother. For the survivors of the Republic of China, he probably didn't understand the app, nor did he understand the fancy functions. So Xia Qiao started directly from the root and said, "With this, people can be connected anywhere."
When this sentence was inexplicably moved, he raised his eyelids and asked, "Any?"
Xia Qiao: "Yes! All over the world, as long as the other party has it too."
So Wen Shi agreed, and Xia Qiao happily went to prepare things for the trip. He checked and found that Mr. Li's place was not very far from Ningzhou, and the high-speed rail was only two hours away. Go in the morning, if the speed is fast, you can go back in the afternoon, just bring a mobile phone.
But the old man of the Republic of China refused to let him. The old man asked him to bring two sets of clothes for washing, just in case.
After everything was ready, Xia Qiao suddenly slapped his thigh and asked, "Brother, don't you have an ID card?"
In modern society, it's too fucked up to have no ID card, anyway, trains and planes will definitely not be able to ride.
Who knows when he heard it and said, "Yes, Shen Qiao keeps it."
Xia Qiao was shocked.
He does know Shen Qiao's habit of collecting things. Important things like ID card and household registration book are kept in a special drawer with a lock.
So Xia Qiao hurriedly ran over, opened the drawer and flipped through, and actually found his brother's ID card...
It just doesn't look like his ID card.
Xia Qiao silently glanced at the time, the date of issuance, 1985.
Grass.
Holding the certificate, he turned his head and said to the person following him, "Brother, it says that you were born in 1958..."
Wen Shi: "When I was ***, it was pushed back according to the age of 27."
Xia Qiao: "After all, you should be 62 now..."
If you go to the security check with this thing, the security inspector will directly turn them to the public security bureau.
How can this be done.
Xia Qiao was frowning when he heard the movement of opening and closing the door from upstairs, as well as the voices of Lao Mao and Xiaozhao. Listening to that, it should be yesterday You, no, the other insomniac also came out of the hole.
The timing is so coincidental, Xiaqiao thought.
There were footsteps coming from the stairs. Wen Shi, who was leaning against the door, looked back and saw Xie Wen went downstairs and was putting on the pair of black gloves on his hands.
"Morning." Xie asked.
He was stunned when he smelled it: "Morning."
He saw Lao Mao following behind with a small box, and asked, "Are you going out?"
Xie Wen glanced at the box, nodded and said, "Yes, there is something to do."
Xia Qiao probed and asked curiously, "Boss Xie, are you traveling too? Are you taking the high-speed rail?"
Xie asked: "That's not true. I don't like to sit there. Lao Mao drives."
Does the old man still drive
Xia Qiao felt that his eyes were clumsy. After all, the old hair was very... quaint.
He silently retracted his head again, feeling that the words were almost there, and if he asked more, he would be a little overstepped. But Xie Wen reminded him that if the train and plane can't take it, he can still call a car!
That's the cost... it's annoying.
Although Xie Wen finished his answer, he didn't leave for a long time. One hand was clutching his glove, and the other was typing something on the phone. Wen Shi looked at him for a while, then turned around, hesitated for two seconds, then turned back and asked, "Where are you going?"
Xie Wen swiped on the phone: "There is a peach blossom stream over there in Lianyungang."
What? ?
Lao Mao looked confused. After all, before going downstairs, their destination was Guizhuangzi, Tianjin, and they couldn't find it on the map.
Also confused was Xia Qiao, but he rushed out after only two seconds: "Boss Xie, are you going to Lianyungang too?"
Xie Wen raised his head from his phone, but looked at Wen Shi: "Why, you too?"
Before he heard anything, Xia Qiao nodded and said, "Yes, but not to Peach Blossom Stream."
They were going to two places, one was Banpu in the past, which was where the Shen family really lived. The other is some distance from Banpu, called Xiao Lizhuang, which is Mr. Li's home.
Although these two places sound different from Peach Blossom Stream, at least the general direction is similar. So the old man of the Republic of China and the foolish younger brother who did not have an ID card logically got on the ride.
Xie Wen was very patient, and even gave Xia Qiao time to go to the gate of the community to buy a mobile phone.
There are several connected mobile phone experience shops on the street outside the community, which is not very lively. Xia Qiao made a quick decision and copied his ID card to get his brother a mobile phone and a card.
Wen Shi and Xie Wen stood on this side of the street, waiting for Lao Mao to drive the car out of the garage underneath.
When Xia Qiao rushed out of the store carrying the bag, Wen Shi opened the back seat door. Before bending over to sit in, he suddenly asked Xie while holding the car door, "Are you really going to Lianyungang?"
Xie Wenjin stopped for a while, looked up at him, "Why do you think it's fake?"
If it is false, it means that Xie Wen deliberately said this destination.
But why did he think that Xie Wen would say this on purpose
This question is even more unanswerable.
It happened that Xia Qiao rushed to the front of the car, showing the bag in his hand. Wen Shi urged him to "get in the car", then lowered his head and got into the car.
Xia Qiao didn't know why, so he cuddled in the back seat with his bag in his arms.
It was nothing at first. After the car door was closed and the car drove out for a distance, he finally felt a subtlety in this small enclosed space.
If I had to describe it, it was a bit similar to the living room at 4 am.
He didn't know what it meant, and he didn't dare to make a noise to break the strange silence, so he had to bow his head and fiddle with the new phone.
***
It has been raining recently. When the car was about to drive out of the boundary of Ningzhou, it was raining again outside.
The person in the front seat leaned his elbows on the edge of the window, propped his head, and hadn't moved for a long time, and seemed to have fallen asleep. Leaning on the back seat when I smelled it, I also felt a little sleepy.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, someone poked his arm.
He turned his head and saw Xia Qiao hand over his mobile phone and whispered, "Brother, come and record a fingerprint."
Originally, for the convenience of smelling, Xia Qiao didn't want to lock the screen. Considering that his brother had too many secrets, he decided to add a fingerprint lock.
After recording, Xia Qiao used Wen Shi's mobile phone to call himself, and then handed the phone to Wen Shi and said, "It's better to write down your own mobile phone number."
When smelling: "How much?"
Xia Qiao created a new contact while reporting the number: "181xxxx3330, it's pretty easy to remember."
Afraid of disturbing Xie Wen, who was sleeping in front of him, Xia Qiao said, "Look at the information", and then he didn't say anything. What things and how to use them were all sent to Wen Shi in the form of information, so that even if he forgot, he would have a place to check.
When Xia Qiao was writing the manual, when he smelled the interface, he familiarized himself with the interface, and then clicked on the contacts. It was empty and no one was added.
On the other hand, in the chat software, Xia Qiao remembered to add himself and Zhou Xu.
The person in the front seat moved a little, seemed to be sleeping lightly, changed positions, and coughed twice. Wen Shi glanced at him, then switched back to the contact interface, and was about to ask Xia Qiao how to add a new one, when an unfamiliar call popped up on the screen.
When he heard it, he opened his mouth and approached his ear, said "Hello", and asked in a low voice, "Who?"
Then Xie Wen's warm voice sounded both inside and outside his ears: "Me."
The feeling of that moment is indescribable.
Wen Shi was stunned for a while before asking, "You didn't sleep?"
"How do you know I'm sleeping." Xie Wen turned his face to the side and reached out his hand towards Wen Shi across the seat: "Give me the phone."
He handed it out when he smelled it, and took it from the man after a while.
His empty contact book finally had his first name, Xie Wen.
***
The old man drives very steadily...
Very stable, so stable that Xia Qiao secretly glanced several times and found that he didn't even turn the steering wheel very much. But the car drove into Lianyungang quickly and accurately.
Lao Mao stopped the car once at the high-speed rest stop, and everyone simply ate something. He has never felt hungry since he started to digest the spirit. All he wanted was an ice drink, and he planned to drink water to get through the day. As a result, Xie Wen was always looking at him. He resisted it for a while, and ate two steamed dumplings and three small tomatoes.
It was amazing that when he ate the third little tomato, he actually tasted a fresh taste that he had not seen for a long time.
A little sour.
His right eye narrowed slightly.
As a result, Xie Wen's clean fingers dipped in the bright red small round fruit, picked out one and handed it over: "Try this."
"I'm full." Wen Shi said so, but he still took the small tomato and ate it.
Xie Wen had some of the water droplets on the tomato between his fingers. He couldn't find a tissue to wipe it off, and he slid it down after twisting it twice. As for the other part of the water droplets...
Eaten when smelled.
"Am I okay with picking?" Xie asked.
When he smelled it, he gave a vague "um", his cheek bulged a little, and when he moved, the tiger claws on the side of his face were looming.
He ate slowly this time, and really got a taste of it.
…
He still prefers something sweeter.
It would be hard for Mr. Li to stay in the world in this state, so they went to Little Lizhuang first.
It's not like it's raining heavily in Ningzhou, but it's also a little sloppy, so that the whole town is smoky and smells of damp.
Lao Mao was not sure where he was, so he stopped at an intersection.
The houses were scattered along the road and extended inward, and there was no one around. The time they arrived was in the afternoon, when many people took a nap, and only occasionally could hear a few barks deep in the village.
When he smelled it, he took out the copper box and tapped it three times. Mr. Li slipped out of the gap in the box and fell to the ground. It's just that he is very empty, and when the wind blows, even the outline is scattered.
"Which direction is your home?" Wen Shi asked.
"The third along the river in the south..." Mr. Li turned to the north, only to see the muddy embankment.
He pointed to the open space and stopped for a long time before slowly hanging down and muttering, "...It's gone."
He has described it countless times in his mind, and with his eyes closed, it can be as clear as yesterday. Born slim.
The book often writes about Yangchen in the East China Sea and Canggou in the White Cloud. He has read it countless times himself, and has taught others to write it countless times. But the experience is not very deep.
After all, Donghai is so big, how many years can he live. Unexpectedly, today, let him experience a real...
In the vicissitudes of life, the old people will never be seen.
Wen Shi was watching from the side, the teacher was obviously still young, but suddenly grew old in the rain.
"I'm the only one left." Mr. Li turned back and said to them, then slowly turned his eyes and looked around.
He wandered back and forth in a completely unfamiliar place, sighed and said in a hoarse voice, "Forget it..."
"Forget it."
In any case, he is home.
Mr. Li took a measure by the river, bowed towards a certain place and made a long bow of a scholar, and when he was done, he whispered a word.
I couldn't hear it clearly when I smelled it, probably... I hope I'll be lucky in the next life.
When he got up again, Mr. Li's eyes were already red.
"Did you see that tree?" Xie Wen suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and pointed to the place where he was bowing with his black gloved fingers.
"I see." Mr. Li said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't seen it before, but it must have grown for many years. What happened to that tree?"
Xie asked: "Someone should have stayed."
Without his second sentence, Mr. Li stared at that place.
It was a tree with crooked branches, standing tenderly in the rain, like a woman leaning against a door.
Maybe it's a psychological effect... It just happened to stand in the place where the room used to be, and it happened to have the shadow of the people in the room.
When Mr. Li reacted, he was already in tears.
This world is sometimes very magical, even the slightest trace can make the displaced people find a place to return.
He was crying, but happy again.
It seems that until this moment, he has really returned home.
He buried the copper box containing the letter under the tree, then made a big gift to Wen Shi and Xie Wenshen and said, "I can go."
Saying that, he closed his eyes willingly.
He could feel himself slowly dissipating into the smoky rain. Just in the last lesson before he disappeared, he heard the question and asked, "If there is something left, what would you like to become."
Mr. Li didn't even think about it: "Birds."
When he saw Wen Shi, he nodded and said, "Okay."
The teacher was nowhere to be seen, and it didn't take long before he sniffed out a flying bird with a wisp of dust left over from him.
It was no different from a bird that flew low in the field, except that it did not stop at any eaves, but flew straight into the crooked tree.
…
I wish you luck in the next life and can wait for an encounter in this world.