"Come and drink some soup, turn the original soup into the original food." Lu Wenjuan muttered, and gave each person another bowl of soup.
She was busy all the time, and after the soup was done, she went to get the rag. The sound of water in the kitchen rustled, and after she wiped the rag, she wiped the stove hard.
The most old-fashioned earthen stove is also used here, with two huge iron pots on it, and a pot for boiling water in the small round hole in the middle. She took a bamboo brush and used the water in the pot to brush the floured skin on the edge of the pot.
Not long after the water had just boiled, her hands were soaked in it, but she didn't know it was hot.
There is a glass window facing the hall in the kitchen. Matchboxes, empty cans and other sundries are stacked on the window sill, and the glass is also covered with a layer of ash.
She buried her head in her work, but her eyes turned to the end of her eyes, and her eyes glanced out from there. Through the glass window, she had been silently staring at several people in the hall.
Like waiting for them to drink that bowl of soup.
Xia Qiao was disturbed by the axe on the TV, for fear that if he didn't eat or drink, his head would be chopped off, so he picked up the bowl and poured dumpling soup into his stomach.
As a result, just after taking two bites, he found that the whole table was looking at him, and Wen Shi, who was closest to him, raised his hand, as if he was about to stop him, but he didn't have time.
Xia Qiao swallowed the soup: "...why are you looking at me?"
Wen Shi pointed to the soup bowl in his hand: "It wasn't on TV just now."
Therefore, after drinking this thing, no one knows whether it is dead or alive.
Xia Qiao: "..."
He finally reacted slowly. But when he knew the panic, normal people should be cold.
Xia Qiao looked at the soup bowl with only one mouthful left in his hand, and asked quietly, "Is it still time for me to dig my throat now?"
"What's your voice, you are a little puppet." Lao Mao was preempted by this kid, he picked up the bowl angrily, and also poured it into his mouth.
Xia Qiao was a little bit by him, and suddenly reacted: Yes! I'm not human, why am I afraid of this
He remembered what Wen Shi had said before that puppets are the least susceptible to being possessed and will not be dazed. Unless it passes through the heart and directly withers, there will be no problem.
After realizing this, Xia Qiao suddenly became a warrior, drank the last sip of soup, and then suddenly remembered something and asked: "But Uncle Mao, it doesn't matter if I drink it as a puppet, how can you drink so happily? ?"
Lao Mao choked and spit out a mouthful of dumpling soup.
Fortunately, he turned his head before spraying, and the whole table was not harmed...
It was only a piece of clothing that was a disaster - he opened his eyes after a shocking cough and saw a wet black T-shirt. Going up the T-shirt again, I saw Wen Shi Frozen's face.
I am so hard...
The old man said in his heart.
Wen Shi stared at Lao Mao's watering can with the attitude of a hawk back then, and when he saw him stroking his head embarrassingly, he finally remembered the friendship with Mao Mao back then.
After all, it is a bird raised by oneself, what else can I do
Wen Shi silently retracted his gaze, and heard Lao Mao explain to Xia Qiao: "If there is a problem, you will react a little bit. You are sitting here with no reaction at all. I don't dare to drink."
With the support of Wen Shi, Lao Mao dared to confuse his master. Just now, I was careless for a while, and now I fooled Xiao Qiao with the expression of "you have to ask such a simple truth".
Maybe it was out of respect for the old and love for the young, but Xia Qiao actually nodded.
Fine.
I just can't stand it when I smell it. He held the collar of his T-shirt to let the air out to keep the wet piece of fabric from sticking to his body, and then picked up the bowl to suffocate the dumpling soup.
Looking at Xia Qiao's appearance, you can tell that this soup is either okay, and even if there is a problem, it is at most a level of sweating medicine.
This kind of thing doesn't have a big effect on Wen Shi, after all, his spiritual appearance is uneven, neither life nor death, nor is he a normal person. And if he is complete in spirit, his state is at his peak, and it is even more impossible for him to be put down by such a bowl of soup.
Sure enough, Xia Qiao yawned and said, "Actually, I was a little confused just now, but all of a sudden. Now that I'm done yawning, I don't feel it anymore."
Lao Mao actually pretended to complain: "Didn't you tell me earlier?"
This made Xia Qiao very embarrassed: "Then I will try to respond faster next time."
"It's late." Xie Wen flicked the empty bowl in front of him with his fingers, and half-truthfully said, "We've all finished drinking."
"Then what should I do?" Xia Qiao panicked.
"If you are really dizzy when you look back—" Xie Wen tilted his head and said, "Don't just run for yourself."
Wen Shi looked up at him: "Are you going to faint?"
Xie Wen smiled: "It's not good."
His words were vague, and it was unclear whether he was pretending like Lao Mao, purely amusing. Still want to say that his state is normal, not sure if it will be affected.
Lu Wenjuan was always busy in the kitchen until the four of them drank the dumpling soup before they came to the hall with a rag.
"Leave it alone, I'll clean it up." She said, putting the dishes together and wiping the table with a damp rag in a circular motion, "You all rest for a while, you don't want to move after eating. "
She wiped it for a while, and she raised her eyes after she guessed that it was almost time. Her dark eyes swept over the four people on the table, and asked in a soft voice, "Are you... sleepy?"
When smelling it, he answered bluntly: "Not sleepy."
Lu Wenjuan: "..."
She seemed a little confused, and with an "oh" sounded, she continued to wipe the table, still moving in circles. Don't say whether to drink soup or not, just watching her movements for a long time will make her eyelids get heavier.
She wiped her hands sore, then raised her head again and asked, "Are you sleepy?"
This time, Xie asked: "It's okay, I can hold on for a while."
Lu Wenjuan: "..."
When you are tired, why do you have to hold on? ?
She's broken.
But fortunately, Xie Wen supported his head, and he was a little sick. When he half-drooped his eyes, he really seemed to be resting. Lu Wenjuan had a little hope again and felt that it was almost the same.
Just when she wiped it for an unknown number of laps, Xie Wen finally moved.
Can't stand it
Lu Wenjuan raised her head full of hope, but saw Xie Wen's long index finger point to a corner of the table and said, "The paint is about to be wiped off."
…
Lu Wenjuan was about to cry.
Just as she was clutching the rag, debating whether to wash it or not, someone at the table finally yawned.
It was Lao Mao who was yawning, because Xia Qiao always gave him strange looks, and he still remembered that he was an "ordinary clerk".
Lu Wenjuan immediately showed the expression of being released after serving her sentence. She hung the rag on the table, and said with the dishes, "Sleepy, right? The room is upstairs. I'll put the bowl back and take you up there."
There is a terrace on the second floor with several wooden racks for drying clothes and quilts. Then there are four rooms side by side.
Lu Wenjuan said, "Just stay here when the guests come."
"Guests?" Wen Shi frowned, "Is there any guests before?"
"Yes." Lu Wenjuan said.
"What about people?"
"Send away."
When smelling: "How did you send it?"
Lu Wenjuan smiled, then turned around and said, "The dishes are still piled up there, I'll go down first."
This evasive laugh is somewhat meaningful and makes people unable to think about it.
When I just came here, I can't be too alarmed rashly. So Wen Shi didn't immediately follow up and ask, but changed the topic with his collar: "Where is the bath? I'll change my clothes."
As a result, Lu Wenjuan waved her hand and said, "Don't take a bath."
When smelling: "… "
Lu Wenjuan repeated: "We don't take a bath."
Dead people don't need to take a bath, but it's really rare to talk about it so bluntly.
Seeing everyone frown, she added: "It's useless to take a bath, it's useless."
Speaking of this, she seemed to have suddenly lost her mind and repeated it several times. Then he came back to his senses and said to the crowd: "We have a custom here, called a big mu. There will be one every once in a while, when a guest comes, and it will be held once. There will be a big mu tomorrow, and you are really here. skillful."
Xie asked: "What is this big club doing?"
Lu Wenjuan said, "Go ahead and wash the dust."
This reason is understandable, but she added: "It's dirty outside."
When smelling: "dirty? What do you mean?"
Lu Wenjuan pondered for a while, and said, "It's dirty. The village's saying is that you can't hold back with a big name, and a cheap name can make a living. It's always been said that way."
Judging from the look, she should really not know the reason. It can also be judged from this that she is probably not the cage owner.
"Hey, look at me pulling you guys to chat." Lu Wenjuan said angrily and urged, "Go to sleep when you're sleepy, our village is too remote, and it's quiet at night, it's best to sleep until dawn."
Saying that, she hurried up the stairs.
"What if I can't sleep until dawn?" Xia Qiao couldn't help but ask.
Lu Wenjuan's footsteps jumped for a moment, and after a few seconds, she slowly turned her head, tilted her neck, and said in a very soft voice, "I will be afraid."
After speaking, she went downstairs and disappeared.
Because of these words, Xia Qiao couldn't wait to pour himself sweat medicine. It's a pity that with his physique, drinking Menghan medicine as water won't work.
So he began to think about how to be as fearless as possible at night: "How about we... squeeze?"
"How to squeeze?" Lao Mao asked.
Xia Qiao probed his brain on the edge of being beaten: "Just... sleep together?"
Smell Shi stood behind him, looking for a clean T-shirt in the backpack with the zipper open, trying to replace the one on his body that was sprayed with old hair.
Hearing this, he paused and raised his eyes subconsciously, only to meet Xie Wen's gaze.
He took it away at a touch, took a white T from his bag, and heard Lao Mao kindly say to Xia Qiao, "Don't squeeze, just sleep by yourself."
Xia Qiao went into a room crying, and made up his mind to cover his head and eyes to the end tonight, and not go out of bed for anything. Too bad it didn't work out...
For a while, Xia Qiao was really confused, not because of the dumpling soup, but the result of his self-hypnosis. He huddled deep under the covers, almost fell asleep, and was woken up by some movement.
In the silence of the night, he heard a "dong-" sound.
…
Falling like a heavy object.
After a few seconds, there was another "dong" sound.
Xia Qiao suddenly opened his eyes under the quilt, huddled in the darkness and listened carefully, not daring to move. But after listening to it for a while, his scalp felt numb—
Because the sound came from under his bed.
With every "thump", he could even feel the vibration of the bed board, as if something jumped under the bed.
This is the oldest type of bed, surrounded on three sides, with wooden steps on the front. The bottom of the bed was sealed on all four sides, like a wooden box. Unless the bed was lifted up, there was no way to see anything under it.
"Boom—" Xia Qiao rolled down wrapped in the quilt when the fourth sound was heard from under the bed.
He didn't even dare to look, and rushed straight to the door of the room, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw a person standing outside.
At that moment, he almost stopped breathing.
But in the next second, he let out a shaky breath again—it was his brother standing outside the door.
"Brother, you scared me to death." Xia Qiao was so angry, "Why are you standing?"
"Come and have a look." Wen Shi said, "Did you hear the sound?"
Xia Qiao nodded frantically, ran behind his brother, grabbed his clothes tightly, pointed to the bed in the room and said, "I heard it, it's under my bed!"
"Do you know what it is?" Wen Shi turned his head and asked Xia Qiao.
Maybe it was because the moonlight was too gray, so that his already pale face was bloodless, even lifeless, and Xia Qiao was inexplicably frightened.
"What, what?" Xia Qiao asked shiveringly.
When smelling it, her dark and beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking, and said, "My head..."
After speaking, he tilted his head, his neck and body were directly separated, and Gululu fell off.
Xia Qiao's first reaction was to reach out to pick it up, and after that, she screamed.
He opened his eyes when he heard the screams of ghosts and wolves, but after he opened his eyes, the sound disappeared, as if everything was an illusion in a dream.
There was no sound under the bed here, but there was one more person beside the bed...
Nomura is very quiet, the moonlight is hazy, and occasionally a bird suddenly starts to wake up in the middle of the night, flapping its wings twice and falling back into the shade of the tree.
Xie Wen stood by the bed with his hands down in the dark night, looking at him, the things in his eyes were blurry.
When he smelled it, his heart jumped, and for a moment he was about to be confused by this scene, but he just closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, his fingers were already wrapped in puppet threads.
fake. he said in his heart.
Then he turned over and stood opposite Xie Wen.
The place is not very spacious, they are almost close at hand.
Wen Shi stretched a slender line between his fingers, pursed his lips and looked at him without saying a word, as if he was about to shoot at any time, but he didn't move.
"Why put a puppet line on me?" Xie asked.
Facing the illusory existence, there is no need to respond when you smell it. But he pursed his lips and was silent for a while, and then replied: "For something I don't know what it is, don't put anything on the puppet line."
His voice was cold and tense, and his body was in a defensive posture.
Thanks for a smile.
Wen Shi frowned tightly, the puppet line released the pressure invisibly between his fingers, and the gust of wind was almost flattened.
"Don't you know what I am?" Xie asked.
No sound was heard.
The wind became more and more raging, the closed doors and windows rattled, the things in the room fell to the ground, and there was a mess everywhere, but the Xie Wen was not torn apart by the wind, nor did it show any prototype.
It seems that all the sharp edges of the smell are not working for him.
He just stood in the wind vortex, watching Wen Shi from a very close distance.
After a long time, he stretched out his fingers and moved the puppet lines one by one. Every time you dial it, the line on your shoulders and neck becomes tighter when you smell it.
Then he took Wen Shi's wrist and raised it a little. And he lowered his head slightly, and the puppet line almost wiped his lips.
His eyes trembled when he smelled it, he squeezed his fingers, and heard him say: I think you know. "