Well, the windows in other rooms are double-layered, so there will be no problem for the time being. Go now if you want to take a shower, I'll use the one in my room. Of course, I don't mind if you want to continue to be crazy here. "
"..." Luo Xiaochen was instantly settled, thinking to himself: Sure enough, at such a time, he should be with abnormal people.
After he packed up a few clothes, he pulled his slippers into the bathroom, and after a while, there was a sound of rushing water.
Ye Zhao turned around, checked a few windows, closed the kitchen door, closed the curtains in the two rooms, and walked to the study. He turned the handle and pushed the door open. There was no light inside, and it was dark. He could vaguely see Nie Renyan's figure on the sofa that was large enough, and could hear his breathing, which was gentle but long. Ye Zhao walked in and gently closed the curtains, then exited and closed the door.
Ye Zhao went back to the room to take a bath and then lay on the bed. He closed his eyes and recalled what happened today. What a chaotic day.
He always felt that the fog would not last long, but he also had a feeling of restlessness.
Maybe this is all just the beginning...
In the future... I don't know what it will be like...
after…
"Dong-dong-dong-" There was a drum sound coming from nowhere. It was long and dull, as if the covering of the animal skin had become worn out and had fallen too much dust. It had not sounded for many years.
"Woo-woo--" there was a whistle blowing in a low voice, accompanied by the rhythm of the drums, two short and one long.
The sound of the drums gradually became trembling in the eardrums, and the sound of the horns became louder and louder, like a slowly unfolding picture...
Beginning to have neat footsteps "brush-brush-", there are fine silver bells, and there are metal collisions "ding dong".
As far as they can see, there are people in red linen clothes, with hideously painted masks, and there is a long queue. Following the sound of drum horns, they walk a few steps and wave the hemp whip in their hands in unison. -" There was a screeching sound.
Someone was chanting in a low voice, the words were vague and the tone was weird: "... Uncle Xiong eats charm, Teng Jian eats ominous, takes all the blame, Bo Qi eats dreams, Qiang Liang and Zu Ming eat together to eat the parasite of death..."
He turned his face, the two pairs of golden eyes on the mask were so eerie that it made people tremble, and in the corners of his grinned mouth, there was a deep voice that continued to chant, "... Your lungs and intestines, you are not in a hurry, the latter is food..."
…
Even if Ye Zhao had the courage, Luo Xiaochen couldn't close his eyes safely. He opened the curtains and stared at the whiteness outside all night.
But this fog that came suddenly went away suddenly. At about five in the morning, Luo Xiaochen couldn't stand the nap for a few minutes, leaning on the bedside like a chicken pecking rice. When he opened his eyes again, the outside had turned into a dark blue before dawn. The fog that was so white that it seemed to overflow had disappeared without a trace.
As soon as he got up and rushed to the window, he glanced up and down to confirm that the thick fog had really dissipated.
"Tsk, it's been a really hard night!" Luo Xiaochen shook his head and sighed, but there was a sigh of relief in his tone.