Pretend not to hear...
Zhou Xu grabbed the phone for a while, his expression suddenly became meaningful, and then mumbled, "I can't understand it."
After a while, he said in a rough voice: "Why? What don't you understand?"
"You are a part of the spirit that I have distributed. It is reasonable to say that even though we are separated by a thousand or so years, our experience and temperament are not the same, but we can more or less be connected." Bu Ning took a long time this time, and the words It was a little long, "I thought I could see you clearly at a glance, but now I have heard the words between you and the head of the Zhang family, but I am not sure."
He was always polite and thoughtful when speaking to the outside world, and he would relax a little towards Zhou Xu, which seemed a lot more direct. He considered for a moment, or said bluntly: "Are you really stupid, or are you pretending?"
He stood there for a moment, then turned into Zhou Xu again, sat down on the vacant seat next to Xia Qiao, tilted his chin and swayed Erlang's legs for a while, and said, "I tell you, if someone asks me that, I'll scold me back! I have to hold back when I get to you, otherwise I feel like I'm scolding myself. Listen, I'm not stupid, and I'm not pretending."
Zhou Xu snapped his fingers and said, "In this family, my aunt and uncle—"
Halfway through the conversation, he got stuck, and said in a different teaching-like tone: "The two of the Zhang family are brothers and sisters, you call one auntie, the other has to be called uncle, how can you call it uncle? I've heard you call it wrong several times, and I can't help it."
After teaching, he made another "tsk", continued shaking his feet and said, "When I was young, I couldn't speak clearly, and my uncle spoke like a little foot. My uncle couldn't take it anymore, so he asked me to change it. It's been more than ten years. , Anyway, it's just a title, what's there to pay attention to."
"Well, so compared to my own mother, I spent more time with my aunt and uncle when I was young. They are so good, and I have always admired them."
Zhou Xu's character is not quiet, and his voice is rough. Even if he is talking seriously, he is not sitting or sitting, and he has no intention of communicating with people. But Bu Ning knew that he was serious at the moment, so he didn't interrupt.
"How much do you want to say they like me? That's not true. When I was a kid, my aunt beat me up, and my uncle was often so annoyed by me that he wanted to tie me up with puppet strings. But except for those times, they It's really good to me, taught me so many things, taught me a lot of knowledge, and gave me a face, although it's not enough to see in front of a bunch of ancestors, but in front of outsiders, it's still very cool So even if there is such a deep relationship between us, my aunt and uncle are still my aunt and uncle. I can't turn my face and don't recognize people, and suddenly run to cheat them, right?"
He was silent for a while, then commented in a low voice: "It makes sense."
"But!" Zhou Xu changed his words and said, "I don't like old men."
Bu Ning: "..."
Zhou Xu quickly added another sentence: "Oh, I didn't mean you."
Bu Ning: "?"
"Although you're over a thousand years old, you still look young. Now you're here with me, and I'm so handsome—"
Bu Ning had to come out to take a seat and interrupted him: "If you have something to say, you may as well speak directly."
Zhou Xu boasted of being intercepted, and snorted reluctantly before continuing: "Then let me tell the truth, I don't like the grandfather of my family, the one on the phone just now. I don't want to pit my aunt and uncle, but I also I don't want to follow that grandfather. So when he asked me what I wanted to say, I said what I wanted to say, and I didn't say what I didn't want to say. It's none of my business what he thought, anyway, I didn't lie, and I didn't tell him everything. You are so old—"
Bu Ning couldn't help but came out and added: "When I set up the formation and declared myself, it was not yet in my thirties. I was born in the twelfth lunar month. I was only two years old, and I actually lived less than twenty-nine years."
He has always been gentle and restrained, and after sitting in the formation for so many years, he should have been calm. But it might be because of the influence of this young body, or it might be a little bit in harmony with Zhou Xu's half of the spirit, and they would argue for a few words on such trivial matters, as if they were back when they were in their teens.
After he finished arguing, he shook his head and smiled.
Zhou Xu took the lead at this moment, and said in a daze: "Mom, you're not even 29 years old? I'm so awesome, and I'm so pitiful."
Bu Ning: "?"
The old ancestor was shocked by the shamelessness of the other half, and after a long while he sighed and said, "It's a sin, that's all. You continue to say."
"Oh..." Zhou Xu said, "I want to say that at twenty-nine years old, I am a lot older than me. You must have met many more people than me. You should be able to tell that the grandfather of my family doesn't like me at all. ."
Bu Ning didn't answer these words, nodding and shaking his head was wrong, so he simply didn't speak.
Zhou Xu continued: "Actually, I was quite good when I was a child. It is said that I was very spiritual at a young age."
Bu Ning: "..."
"Of course, I know now, this is borrowing your light. But what is there? Yours is mine." He was very self-conscious and would not blush when he said anything. He is likable and stands out among his peers. So when I was a child, I went to live in my own house, which was actually suggested by the grandfather himself. But he probably didn’t like me when he saw me.”
"why?"
"Because—" Zhou Xu responded subconsciously, and realized that this was not what Bu Ning asked, but Xia Qiao next to him.
"Oh, it's not easy, you finally survived?" Zhou Xu gave him a snort and said, "Look at your goodness, isn't it just your brother and grandfather—"
Xia Qiao pointed at him: "Don't talk! I just finished digesting it."
After he finished speaking, he remembered that Bu Ning was in Zhou Xu's body, silently retracted his straight fingers, and said, "I just didn't want to understand, I was there when my brother was there, when were they... Well, it's developing, why didn't I see it."
"See, this is the real fool." Zhou Xu said to himself.
Bu Ning was silent for two seconds, and turned his head for him through his body.
So Zhou Xu saw that on the sofa behind him, Old Mao No. 2 was staring at him faintly, his eyes were piercingly cold.
Zhou Xu turned back cowardly, and decided to continue telling his story: "That... That's it, there are many rules in this family, which have been passed down from generation to generation. One of the rules is that a child with talent and aura like me came to the family. If you want to worship the head of the family, you have to kowtow."
Bu Ning couldn't hold back, frowned slightly, and said disapprovingly, "Even if I was a teacher back then, it was just a long bow with my hands folded."
Although he called Zhuang Ye senior brother, but they were actually in the same year as the apprentice ceremony.
At that time, Zhuang Ye was one year older than him, knew more than him, and was more polite than him. When he was apprenticing, he had to take a big slap at Chennao, but as soon as his knees bent, Chennao swept his long sleeves, and he was lifted up by the mountain breeze.
"You don't have to kneel when you see the sky, what do you kneel for?" Chen Dao said at the time.
He and Zhuang Ye were ignorant and careful at the time, like frightened birds, for fear that they would make a wrong reaction and make Master unhappy. Maybe it was because the panic in his eyes was too obvious, Chen Dao added a joke: "Unless your legs are weak, you can't stand up."
After he finished speaking, he moved two futons and let the two little apprentices who staggered when they landed crooked inside.
From then on, they only bowed long before seeing Chen Chen.
"Don't you need to kneel?" Zhou Xu asked in confusion, "No, I read in the book that the major disciples would kneel when they saw the grandfather. It's the grandfather who is so oppressive, and secondly he doesn't like it—"
Before he could finish speaking, Bu Ning appeared.
Just as he was about to speak with a stern face, he heard Lao Mao say, "Fart."
As soon as I heard this tone, I knew who the bird grew up with.
Bu Ning didn't speak swear words very well. After listening to Lao Mao's scolding, he nodded with satisfaction, and asked with a slow expression, "Where did you read the miscellaneous books? It's just nonsense."
Before Zhou Xu could answer, Lao Mao spoke again: "The later books are all made up like this, I don't know who started."
"Anyway, I've read a lot of books in my own house, and I've read a few books from other houses. When it comes to these, the content is very different, and the explanations are quite unified. It seems that it has been passed down for thousands of years." Zhou Xu said. When I was writing, I suddenly thought that these books are widely circulated in the world, and people who are interested can easily turn to them. Thank you, you must have seen it...
At first glance, those contents seem to have a clear path, have a source, and have a basis. It is obviously a lie, but it deceives people in the future to believe it is true.
I don't know what Xie asked to think when he saw it.
Does it feel ridiculous? Or just flip through
Zhou Xu suddenly felt a little emotional.
He used to envy the characters who were often mentioned in the books, and felt that their lives were ups and downs, vigorous, good or bad, at least exciting.
Those who really see them now feel that a day like him, which is as plain as water, with occasional surprises and surprises, is also unattainable in the eyes of some people.
"So, I have to kowtow when I see you, the head of the Zhang family, and then what?" Xia Qiao felt very uncomfortable, and couldn't help but ask again.
Zhou Xu returned to God and said: "Oh, not only kowtow, but also respect Fushui!"
Xia Qiao: "Respect the talisman water???"
He thought to himself that it was not a disease.
When people see that their elders are all serving tea, the patriarch of the Zhang family has such a strange taste
Zhou Xu glanced at him, pointed at him and shook it: "I knew you wanted to be crooked. That talisman water is not for drinking, but for him to dip."
Xia Qiao: "What are you dipping for?"
Zhou Xu pointed at his forehead: "The owner will dip the talisman in the water and tap twice here at the junior."
As soon as the words fell, he changed his body again, and changed to Bu Ning: "Are you sure you are knocking here? What is the knock method?"
"Then how would I know." Zhou Xu grabbed the seat angrily and said, "It's on the forehead anyway. I was led by my aunt and uncle to the grandfather's house. One was stubborn and refused to kneel, and the other let me kneel. I just hid, and I was especially a monkey, spilling the talisman water that Aqi was holding in his hand, and the bowl was broken."
"So I don't know the specific method of knocking. Anyway, I heard later that it was very unlucky for me to do that, and I stepped on some taboos. At that time, my grandfather was very kind, and he told me it didn't matter, it was safe, and then let my aunt , Uncle took me away. After that, he didn't bother me much."
Xia Qiao replied, "Actually... understandable."
Originally, he was not the great-grandson of a direct relative.
Zhou Xu rolled his eyes heavily and said, "I know, I haven't finished speaking yet. Later, my mother told my aunt that my spiritual phase is not stable, and it is good to learn something to strengthen my spiritual body, but it is not suitable for cages. , Not suitable to be a judge. This word may have spread to the grandfather, and he let me go home and live in less than two years."
Xia Qiao: "Well..."
To put it bluntly, this is because I feel that the juniors are talented and want to bring them back to their home to focus on training. It turned out that there was another defect, and it was not a well-behaved child, so he sent the person back.
If it is wrong, it doesn't seem to be a big mistake, but it is too simple emotionally, which is a bit hurtful.
"If it's just me, it's actually nothing. After all, I'm skinny, and it's normal if I don't like me." Zhou Xu added, "But the grandfather actually did the same to my aunt and uncle... The two of them didn't say it themselves. I heard it from other places. When my aunt and uncle's father were still there, the grandfather was very close to them and often asked them to go to the back room to play. Later that one died, that year, the grandfather became ill ... That Zhang Wan got closer, but after Zhang Wan left, the grandfather remembered that he still has two good grandsons."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but put on his emotions: "Anyway, I think that old man is quite boring, although as the head of the family, I have to consider the aptitude of future generations, and consider who is more suitable to take over. Many people also It is said that he is doing this for the whole Zhang family, but I don't like him. And... "
"And what?"
"And when I was young, I lived in my home and often had nightmares. I couldn't sleep well, and I even sleepwalked. The bed was too hard, and there were many thresholds in the house. During the two years when I changed my teeth, my teeth were not gnawed, but fell off while sleepwalking. ." Zhou Xu said, "But I'm quite glad I was able to wake up, because those dreams were frightening."
Xia Qiao was both scared and curious, wanted to ask but dared not ask, his mouth opened and closed like a fish several times.
It was Zhou Xu himself who said, "I can't remember the past for many years. You let me think back, I can flash a few images in my mind, but let me say, I can't describe it."
"Eh?" He had an idea. "Then who, aren't you in my body? We are essentially one person, right? Can you see what's in my dream?"
Whoever was silent for a moment, took the main seat: "Don't be indecent—"
"I've let you see it, there's nothing wrong with it." Zhou Xu said.
"Why... do you want me to see?" Bu Ning asked.
Zhou Xu babbled for a long time, and became quiet for the first time, without answering immediately. After a long time, until Bu Ning poked him a few times, he said, "Oh... that's it."
He licked his lips and said tentatively: "Actually, when I was a child, I thought that it was not a dream, but that I really saw it. But I can't prove it, I can't tell."
He'd never mentioned that to anyone, and scratched his hair impatiently.
After a while, he continued: "The main thing is that no one can say it."
It was Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin who took him at the beginning. No matter how unfriendly Zhang Zhengchu himself was, Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin still respected this grandfather.
This person Zhou Xu just speaks bluntly, often giving people a feeling of "no brains", certainly not elite, but not really stupid.
At least he knew that there were some things that he couldn't say even if he got close to Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin.
The only thing he could say should be his mother Zhang Biling.
But he has eyes and can see that Zhang Biling doesn't particularly want to get involved in the family's affairs, nor does he want to have too much connection with the family, and has been deliberately marginalizing himself.
Zhou Xu once suspected that if his mother was a little more sassy and tough, she would have cut off ties with her family just like Zhang Wan and flew away.
But every New Year, she will give her family some New Year's greetings. If you don't go by yourself, find the Zhang family's juniors who are on duty that day, or let Zhou Xu lead them. Every time it is a carved food box, with several layers, with the pastries she made.
Very contradictory.
Zhou Xu felt very contradictory when he looked at it, and asked her, she said that the others were put aside, the etiquette still had to be taken care of, and the New Year was a big day.
So Zhou Xu hesitated a few times, but never spoke to Zhang Biling. During adolescence, he and Zhang Biling were not able to have a heart-to-heart relationship, and he didn't want to make his mother more tangled.
He held back for many years, trying to find someone to chat with, but found that he couldn't find it.
He often used an exaggerated and showy tone, pointing to each Zhang family member and saying that it was "my family", but in fact, no one really regarded him as a family.
He's not stupid, he can see it.
So slowly, he took those dreams as real dreams and forgot them.
until now...
It's different now. There are suddenly a group of people around him, all of them have extraordinary origins, and they are all related to him. The most special one is Bu Ning.
He seemed to have found his "person" all of a sudden, so he could talk about those dreams.
Bu Ning felt his emotions without listening, so he didn't say anything polite or abrupt, but whispered: "Close your eyes, calm down, and try to recall that dream."
Zhou Xu felt something poking into his mind.
It was a very strange feeling, like someone had poured a stream of warm water into it, and like someone was rubbing his temples to relax him.
This is a brief fusion of the two halves, and they are one person before rejection occurs.
What Zhou Xu thought was what Bu Ning thought.
So, Bu Ning saw Zhou Xu's dream at this moment.
It was in Zhangjiaben's house, the old-fashioned house had extremely high beams, and it was extraordinarily empty in the middle of the night. For Zhou Xu when he was young, it was terrifyingly big.
For some reason, he passed through the courtyard with stacked rocks.
If it was in the past, no matter how late, there were people on duty in the courtyard. Seeing him sleepwalking with his face up, he would definitely bring him back to the house.
But that time, there was no one in the whole courtyard.
He walked into the back room where the grandfather was without any hindrance, and touched the bedroom door all the way.
As soon as you get there, there is a strong smell of sandalwood.
There are often people in the Zhang family who light incense, such as Zhang Yalin, who enshrines his small box. Another example is the room where the family tree and the tablets of the heads of the past generations are placed, and the incense is constantly burning every day.
That room is next to Zhang Zhengchu's bedroom, so it's normal to have this smell.
But the aroma that day was too strong, as if more than a dozen incense burners were lit, and the whole house was smoky. And the smell is very strange, and there is a faint smell of fishy smell.
Zhou Xu has been a picky eater since he was a child. He doesn't eat offal or chicken, duck and pig blood. The most annoying place is the area where the vegetable market chops raw meat.
So he was very sensitive to certain smells, and was immediately shocked.
He stood for a while outside the bedroom door, pinching his nose and preparing to leave.
But just as he was about to turn around, he felt that the carved wooden door in the bedroom swayed slightly, as if the wind had passed through the house and opened the door with it.
Zhou Xu was a skin monkey when he was a child, and he didn't follow the rules. Seeing a crack in the door, and relying on his small stature, he simply squatted there and quietly looked into the crack.
Then he saw a very strange scene...
He saw that there was also a pair of eyes inside the door, stuck in the same gap as him, and looked at him without turning.
Zhou Xu was stunned on the spot, lying there and didn't dare to move.
After a long time, the eyes in the door were a little farther away.
Until it was far enough, Zhou Xu finally saw clearly that it was actually a person, a person crawling on the ground, wearing a black satin gown, which made all the exposed skin pale.
His wrists and ankles were loose, his tendons protruded like hills, and there were scattered spots on his pale skin. Can't tell if it's age spots or something.
He was like a big spider, with his joints bent at a strange right angle, propped on the ground, his neck stretched out long, twitching and twisting in a strange rhythm, accompanied by a low whimper, the sigh-like pain of an old man. Humph.
There was a circle of incense burners on the floor of the bedroom, and three incense sticks were lit in each incense burner, and a yellow paper talisman was worn on the incense burner. The house was indeed filled with smoke, which made people's eyes sore.
And the strange man in the black silk coat was crawling in the circle of incense burners, and every time he approached an incense burner, he would take a sharp sniff, and then hurriedly shrank back.
It's like being kept in captivity, and it's like being imprisoned.
On the farther screen, there are also the characters of New Year's blessing and longevity, bright red and eye-catching, as if dripping blood. It's a stark contrast to what's crawling on the ground.
After he climbed far away, the fishy smell faded a lot.
Then, a dog bark came from somewhere, Zhou Xu shivered and ran away. As he ran across the courtyard to the front room, he stumbled hard on the threshold, and finally burst into tears.
That cry is like the unblocking of the enchantment.
Suddenly, there was a voice in the dead old house. It seemed that Xiao Hei was the first to come out of Zhang Yalin's house.
He pinched the cuffs of Zhou Xu's trousers, and added: "I guess it's a nightmare, the pants are a little damp."
…
Bu Ning was blasted out of his head by Zhou Xu.
"Let you see your dreams, why the hell do you see everything!"
Zhou Xu's voice was like a hound, which startled Xia Qiao and Lao Mao.
They didn't see the dream, they didn't know what happened, but they saw Miss Zhou blushing and thick neck, looking like she was about to bite at any time.
"What's wrong?" Xia Qiao looked confused.
The eldest lady's face was still flushed, so she changed her expression of apology and cupped her hands: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen in the future—"
"Do you say that again?!" Zhou Xu immediately seized the high ground and successfully stopped Bu Ning.
Although he knew that Bu Ning couldn't shake out the fact that he was scared to pee his pants when he was a child, he still had a stress reaction.
But he quickly comforted himself again, who hasn't urinated on his pants twice as a child!
Besides, in that kind of scene, Xia Qiao is a coward, let alone 5 years old, even 15 years old has to pee!
Thinking of this, his cocked Erlang's legs shook again, covering up his emptiness.
As a result, without shaking twice, Bu Ning opened his mouth again.
He changed into a serious posture and said solemnly: "No matter what, it shouldn't be a dream you had, it was indeed what you saw."
"Really?!" Zhou Xu nodded briefly, his tone a little high, "Are you sure? How did you know?"
He is not happy, but the speculation that he has held back for so many years is confirmed, and he is inevitably a little excited.
"Nine times out of ten, that form is related to some sorcery." Bu Ning said, "If you have seen these things that you don't usually see at the age of five, you can still bring them into your dreams like this. Then pretend I didn't say it."
"Witchcraft?" Lao Mao interjected beside him. Although he hadn't seen Zhou Xu's dream, he was very sensitive to such words, "What sorcery?"
Bu Ning was more rigorous, thought about it, and said: "It's hard to say, as far as I know, there are two or three kinds of situations that can occur when the control is not good. Master knows more, it is best to ask him. In addition... Zhang Let's talk about the person coming from the family by the way."
He is used to being calm, and he has seen a lot of people and things. When I was taught by Master on Songyun Mountain back then, I liked to talk about things, and rarely had obvious likes and dislikes for a certain group of people.
Therefore, even if the Zhang family planned to "pick up" him on the phone, he didn't take it too seriously.
But it is different now. If it is related to sorcery, it is not a simple personal like or dislike.
He believed that the same was true for Master and Wen Shi.
"Then here comes the question..." Zhou Xu took advantage of his thinking, and probed out of his soul to ask.
He pointed to the next door and said, "Who's going to knock on the door?"
Bu Ning was deaf on the spot.
Xia Qiao also began to scratch his fingers, as if the skin beside his nails suddenly became very attractive.
Zhou Xu had to turn his eyes to Lao Mao: "Since it is the golden-winged Dapeng of the patriarch, it must be a little bit special. In a room, you are the oldest, and you will definitely not care about the juniors, so..."
Lao Mao didn't know that the puppet was actually able to rank with people.
He wanted to raise his wings and slap this little bastard on the spot, but he finally stood up silently, pointed at his withered half of his body, and scolded Zhou Xu, "No humanity!"
After saying that, he raised his foot.
Zhou Xu and Xiaqiao looked at him eagerly, thinking that he was going to open the door, but Lao Mao turned his toes and went to the balcony.
Lu Xiao and his wife lived on the first floor all year round, and the four rooms on the second floor were empty and wasted, so they invited the bricklayers in the town to do a renovation and packed them into guest rooms. Each room has a simple toilet and a balcony. There are often construction project teams around here to measure and build, and sometimes they find some people to rent here.
Lao Mao was lying on the balcony and glanced at the next door, and then half-shaped prototype, aggressively... flew two bird feathers towards the next door.
He didn't actually see anything, because the door and window next door were closed, and he was standing at the wrong angle. The two bird feathers just pecked at the window, and then stuck to the window glass, like a notice with golden light.
At that time, he was leaning against the wall with his back against the wall, leaning against the head of the bed.
The dream that he refused to mention was put into practice at this moment, and he was so confused that he didn't even understand how it became like this.
The hem of the white T-shirt bit his teeth.
He lowered his head with half-squinted eyes, and saw Xie Wen's hand that had held him, patted the back of his head, and hooked up the puppet thread was hidden in the fabric.
He closed his eyes when he smelled it, because he bit so hard that the skeleton line of his lower jaw was affected.
He breathed a few times, and his wet eyelashes were open, but his eyes were scattered, and he couldn't find the focus.
At a certain moment, his long straight legs were suddenly bent, and the hand that was supporting the edge of the bed grabbed Xie Wen's wrist.
He frowned slightly, and glanced randomly at Xie Wen's face. The hand he was holding was released again, grabbing Xie Wen's shoulder, and before speaking, he leaned over and kissed the other's chin and the corner of his lips.
It was at this moment that the two feathers "popped" against the window glass, and the sound was crisp and loud.
When Wen Shi raised his eyes from Xie Wen's neck, the mist covering his eyes had not faded away, and there were still traces of lust at the end of his eyes.
He half-squinted his eyes and took a while to focus.
Then, he saw the golden light flowing over the feathers, flashing like two eyes.
When smelling: "… "
The emotion at that moment is really hard to describe.
"Your golden-winged Dapeng..." He didn't say a word just now, but now his voice was hoarse, with an indescribable ambiguity.
Xie Wen said, "Yeah," and looked at the window with half-squinted eyes. After a while, he said, "A good thing you raised."
His voice was also a little hoarse, although the tone was the same as usual, but the tone was a lot darker.
But he turned back and saw the overly obvious emotion on Wen Shi's face, and couldn't help but laugh. Then he laughed sullenly for a while.
When he smelled it, he turned his face like flipping a book, his eyes were still narrow and long at the last moment, and his eyes were wrapped around Xie Wen's lips with desire. At this moment, he was tensed and cold again. He looked away from the window and looked at Xie Wen with an expressionless smile.
It's just that the red marks at the end of his eyes make him stinky, and there are other meanings.
"Go to take a bath." Xie Wen patted him and raised his chin in the simple cubicle.
"What about you?" Wen Shi asked with a frown.
The snowman had a very polite idea, but before he could put it into practice, he was interrupted by two bird feathers. The atmosphere dissipated for seven or eight points, and it was a little forced to continue.
"Don't mind me." Xie Wen pushed him again and said, "Come on."
Wen Shi squinted and stared at him for a while, then stood up unhappily.
The oversized T-shirt hangs down, covering everything. At first glance, the jeans were still wrapped around his long straight legs, only when bending over to get a change of clothes, there were some loose marks from the waist.
The old couple of the Lu family love to clean up. Although the cubicle is simple, it can be regarded as neat and clean. He grabbed the neckline and took off the T-shirt when he smelled it, but his attention remained in the room.
For a long time, he didn't hear Xie Wen's voice.
It was not until he boiled the water, which slowly turned from cold to hot, and flowed down from the top of his head, that he vaguely heard Xie Wen's footsteps.
After he finished washing, he wiped his hair and came out of the cubicle. The rare ambiguous and messy marks on Xie Wen's body were gone, and he returned to his usual appearance.
The windows of the room were open, and the night breeze passed through the hall, dissipating the last bit of heat in the room.
Xie Wen squeezed the golden-winged Dapeng's golden feathers, and was about to turn the door handle.
When smelling it, he put the towel on the back of the chair beside him and asked, "What do these two hairs mean, old hair looking for?"
"Yeah." Xie Wen nodded: "I'll go next door to see."
When smelling: "Together."
Xie Wen thought about it and said, "Are you sure?"
He wondered, "What's so uncertain about this?"
When he entered the next door, he understood why Xie asked what he said.
Because as soon as he stepped in, Zhou Xu, the youngest man who knew everything, stared at his half-wet hair without blinking.
Fortunately, this club is more numerous than Xia Qiao's 250, and he didn't ask any questions or talk nonsense. Instead, he said straight to the point: "It's Bu Ning who is looking for you."
Bu Ning: "..."
Lao Mao pouted his legs in relief and sat back on the sofa.
Xie Wen sat down beside Lao Mao, and when he called Zhao Wen again, he indicated that there was an empty seat next to him. Then he looked at Zhou Xu and asked in a good-natured way, "The three of you are quite energetic. We've been talking until now? What happened? Let's hear it."
Bu Ning hurriedly occupied Zhou Xu's body, and recounted the phone call from Zhang's family, and the scene Zhou Xu had seen.
During that time, Xie Wen lowered his eyes and listened, the intact hand was rubbing the withered wrist. I couldn't see what he was thinking.
Wen Shi couldn't help but glanced at his wrist several times.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Xie Wen glanced at him, but didn't respond for a while.
He pointed to the withered hand when he smelled it.
Xie Wen stopped rubbing and said, "No, this withering is not so painful."
Looking at his expression, it really doesn't seem like he's pretending to be comforting. After that, he never rubbed his wrist again.
While listening to Bu Ning's words, Wen Shi couldn't help but ponder it a few times in his heart. He suddenly remembered that he had seen Xie Wen's spiritual image many times. In his impression, there was a string of beads wrapped around his wrist, and a green bird feather was hanging on it...
Xie Wen's rubbing action just now was like spinning those beads unconsciously.
When I first saw Xie Wen Lingxiang, I had many questions when I heard it. For example, what is the Sanskrit word that continues from the side face to the heart? What are the bead strings, bird feathers and red thread wrapped around your hands
But for various reasons, there was never a chance to ask.
Later, Xie Wen said that this body was actually a puppet he released, and he subconsciously felt that the circulating Sanskrit and bird feather beads were all to make this body better survive in the world.
So I still didn't ask.
But now, he felt something was wrong.
When was the technique of controlling puppets related to bead strings, bird feathers, and red threads? But if it's not about puppets, what is it about