Panguan

Chapter 61: into the cage

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Xia Qiao rolled his eyes and slid down the door frame.

When he smelled it, he turned his head and saw this scene. The culprit, Lao Mao, also closed the door for Xia Qiao, and then stood beside him with a belly, eyes, nose and mouth, staring intently at the floor tiles, pretending to be deaf.

After a while, maybe it was because Xia Qiao was really cold, he added: "It's not just the dead people's names on the graves."

Xia Qiao reacted for a while, and finally returned to his soul. He grabbed the door frame and got up, then grabbed the old Mao and never let go.

"When I saw her laughing, I panicked a little." Xia Qiao shivered and whispered to Lao Mao.

Lao Mao thought for a while, then looked at him with a grin, and asked softly, "Then do you think I'm panicking?"

Xiaqiao almost got cold again.

Wen Shi was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Xie Wen, lowered his voice and said, "You..."

He wanted to say that you have a good bird, but he reacted before exiting and stopped immediately. What's more, this good bird was actually raised by him, and he was raised and betrayed by him for a while, and it didn't look like the real owner at all.

Xie Wen glanced at Lu Wenjuan in front of him, then lowered his eyes to look at Wen Shi, and asked, "What am I?"

"Don't talk next to my ear." Wen Shi raised his hand and pinched the base of his ear, and followed Lu Wenjuan into the room on the right.

Maybe it was because he squeezed a little too hard, and the white light in the room shone a thin red under his ear, which contrasted sharply with his cold face.

"By the way, I haven't asked yet, you—" Lu Wenjuan turned around suddenly, as if she wanted to ask a question, but the blood in her ears caught her attention before she could say anything. She pointed there very directly and said, "Why are you red here?"

When smelling: "… "

How can you talk like that

In the corner of the light, Xie Wen also turned his face, and his eyes stayed under his ear for a moment.

Two words popped up between the tightly pursed lips of Wen Shi: "Kneading."

"Oh oh oh." Lu Wenjuan nodded, then rolled her eyes again.

But Xie Wen's eyes didn't move away immediately.

"What did you just ask?" Wen Shi suddenly said to Lu Wenjuan.

"Huh?" When she smiled, her eyes and mouth were curved, like thin crescent moons, looking beautiful and friendly.

Xia Qiao, who was dragged into the door by Lao Mao, slowly relaxed a little because of this scene.

Lu Wenjuan looked at the two who had entered the door, and greeted warmly, "Come in."

Xia Qiao may be young, looking soft and harmless, very attractive to such middle-aged people. Lu Wenjuan took his hand and touched his head again.

She was answering Wen Shi's question, but she was looking at Xia Qiao: "I just wanted to say, my character is a bit rough and frizzy, and I just drag you in to avoid the rain, I don't know what to call you. ."

"What's your name?" Lu Wenjuan asked Xiaqiao with a smile.

Xia Qiao was about to open his mouth when Xie Wen said, "He doesn't have a name."

Xia Qiao: "?"

Lu Wenjuan was stunned for a few seconds, then turned to look at Xie Wen.

Xie Wen smiled politely, and didn't mean to play tricks at all, so Lu Wenjuan looked at Xia Qiao again and asked suspiciously, "How come you don't even have a name, such a big person."

Fortunately, Xia Qiao responded quickly. He remembered that his grandfather once said that at certain times, names should not be said indiscriminately. So he immediately followed Xie Wen's words and said, "Not really. I have been in bad health since I was a child. Grandpa said that I couldn't bear the name that was too big, so I just called it by a nickname."

Lu Wenjuan understood a bit: "There is also a saying in our village that the cheaper the name, the better the livelihood."

She hugged Xiaqiao narrowly and shook it, and said, "Then what's your nickname? Is it also Gouzhu, Erdan or something like that?"

Xia Qiao's face turned green, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes..."

This woman is very strange. When she speaks, her tone and demeanor are no different from ordinary people, and she can joke around, which makes it easy for people to let go of their vigilance. Like some ordinary, warm neighbor aunt.

Xia Qiao was shaken by her a few times, and even forgot his fear, and immersed himself in the name Gou Left Erdan.

Lu Wenjuan laughed twice, then turned to look at Wen Shi and the others: "This kid is really interesting, what about you? What's your name?"

Xie Wen was still polite: "We don't have a name either."

Lu Wenjuan: "..."

"Family heritage and poor health." After Xie Wen finished speaking, he coughed a few times. He coughed with sincerity and realism, and even his skin tone was impeccably pale. Seeing Lu Wenjuan froze for a while.

After he coughed, he turned his face back, and said with the crook of his fingers still against the tip of his nose.

Only then did Xia Qiao realize that his black gloves were gone.

"You can call me whatever you want." Xie asked.

Lu Wenjuan said with difficulty: "Okay."

When Xie Wen was talking nonsense, Wen Shi kept looking at the whole room.

The layout of this kind of self-built house is very simple. The first floor is a house on the left and right sides. Lu Wenjuan took them into the room on the right, with only the sofa and TV in it, like a small living room.

She digested the fact that the four adults did not have names by herself. After a moment of stiffness, she became enthusiastic again. She pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down if you are tired of standing and talking. I was watching TV when you knocked on the door."

As she spoke, she led the person to the sofa. Xia Qiao's whole body was in her hands, and she was the first to be stabbed.

He looked at his brother and Boss Xie pitifully, and wanted to cry.

Fortunately, his brother was still attentive and didn't let him go. He followed him naturally and sat down on the sofa.

The sofa at Lu Wenjuan's house is square, with two single seats and one long seat. Both the backrest and the armrests are angular and not too soft to look at. The sofa was covered with flannel, bright red, embroidered with clusters of patterns.

When Xia Qiao sat down, he touched it with his fingers and found that the texture of the flannel was very strange, a little brittle and hard. It is closer to paper than cloth.

As for the TV, the style is a bit old and completely different from the Shen family villa. The background of the screen is white to reflective, and the faces of the people inside are blurred, like the shadows of paper-cuts, wearing large robes of different red and green, babbling and singing, and the voice is very loud.

Xia Qiao had held a funeral for his grandfather, so he could tell immediately that this opera singer was exactly the same as the one who was invited to set up a stage in the Baishi Shed.

He subconsciously glanced at the remote control on the coffee table, but Lu Wenjuan's eyes were so good, he immediately said, "Want to change the channel?"

Xia Qiao immediately retracted his gaze, and nodded while riding a tiger, each voice was splitting: "Is there a difference... Cough, um, is there another stage?"

Lu Wenjuan said, "Yes. Well, here it is for you."

She handed the remote control to Xiaqiao without hesitation, stood up and said, "It's not easy for you to come here, right? You must be hungry, I'll go get you something to eat."

Hearing that he was going to eat here, Xia Qiao was moved to tears: "Don't be so polite, Aunt Lu. We'll be leaving right away."

"What are you going?" Lu Wenjuan said, "I can't go, it's raining."

She glanced in the direction of the window, smiled at everyone, and said softly: "If you can't go, let's live here first, it just so happens, tomorrow..."

The words after "tomorrow" were in her throat, and no one could hear them clearly. Then she went out the door, and kindly... closed the door for them.

The door lock clicked, and Xia Qiao went down the sofa: "Brother, are we in the cage again?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Shi said.

"The probability is too high..." Xia Qiao finally couldn't help it, and muttered, "Is Conan possessed?"

"Who is possessed?" Wen Shi didn't understand.

"It's nothing, God of Death." Xia Qiao didn't talk much, but asked, "Did you do this before?"

When smelling: "What?"

"Just... there are cages wherever you go."

He frowned when he smelled: "Of course not."

It is really strange to say that there are indeed many cages in this world, but they are not so many. It seems that if you choose any destination, you can be pulled into the cage.

And these two cages are a bit strange recently, and even the steps to enter the heart of the cage are omitted.

Once is okay, twice is a bit too coincidental. It was as if they were not looking for the cage, but the cage came directly towards them.

"Did you do something?" Wen Shi turned to look at Xie and asked.

"Me?" Xia Qiao and Lao Mao occupied a single seat again, Xie Wen glanced around and sat down beside Wen Shi: "Why did it get on my head?"

"The way you brought." Wen Shi said.

Xie Wen pointed to Lao Mao: "The car he drives."

Lao Mao looked innocent, glanced at him when he smelled it, and said to Xie Wen, "He listens to you."

Even this crime is nailed to death.

Xie Wen looked at him, and after a few seconds turned his face away and laughed.

This kind of expression and action is too familiar. He can describe it with his eyes closed when he smells it. Whenever the other party has nothing to do with him, he will be like this, and then he will hear things like "no big or small" and "big rebellion". etc.

He was happy to hear such words when he was a child, it represented the intimacy and indulgence that others did not have. But then it changed...

With those unspeakable thoughts in his mind, when he listened to these words again, he felt that there were other meanings in these words, as if every word reminded him not to be arrogant or arrogant.

Don't be foolish...

When he saw Xie Wen laughed, he regretted saying those words just now. Because he suddenly realized that these days, he was actually carrying some kind of secret and vague expectation, and he was unknowingly caught in that kind of atmosphere that could not be described, as if the other party actually knew, and even occasionally responded.

They didn't say a word, and they didn't say anything.

But in the final analysis, it is actually something that can't be seen or touched, and it will be broken when you poke it. As long as Xie asks a word, it can bring him back to sobriety.

He didn't even need to speak, he was almost awake.

"Brother?" Xia Qiao suddenly called him.

He heard a "hmm" sound, and then looked up at him.

"What's the matter with you?" Xia Qiao asked cautiously.

"What do you mean?" Wen Shi frowned, not understanding what he said.

Xia Qiao opened his mouth, but before he could answer, another person replaced him and said the following words—

Xie Wen's deep voice sounded in his ear, and said, "He wants to ask you why you are suddenly unhappy."

Wen Shi was stunned for a while, then turned his head and asked as if he didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said..." Xie Wen paused, "why are you suddenly unhappy."

Not even the phrase "he wanted to ask you" was gone.

When I smelled it, my heart moved, and after a long time, I said, "I'm not unhappy."

But it may be difficult for him to wake up temporarily.