Panguan

There are also golden-winged rocs and big and small calls.

When I first realized who Xie Wen was in the cage, I was angry when I heard it, why didn't the other party tell me. But at this moment, after thinking too much about the past, he suddenly had more complicated emotions.

He was a little confused.

He himself has been hiding the truth since he was a child, and there is only one reason, that is, to cover it up...

So... what about the dust?

Chapter 53 Thin Paper

If it was Wen Shi when I was a child, I would definitely throw out the question in a daze and wait for an answer.

But now he can't do that anymore.

The memories that came back gradually told him that in Chenbu, his directness would never be able to exchange for the real answer.

When Wen Shi was a child, he used to think that Chen Dao was a cyclist who was born with omnipotence. There is nothing in this world that can stump him, and there is no dilemma that he cannot resolve. He will neither grow old nor die.

So whatever the other party says, believe it when you hear it.

Later, Wen Shi gradually realized that, in fact, there will be bloodshed, injury, burden and trouble if the dust is not covered, but he will never take the initiative to mention it, and will always take it lightly.

And those answers that Wen Shi once thought were just a kind of blanket protection.

Like the hand that suddenly withered and then returned to its original state, like the bird that died stiffly and then suddenly came back to life. It's like he was almost covered by the mortal fate that he couldn't bear.

In exchange for his directness, they were actually the gentlest lies.

In Chen Bu's eyes, as long as he speaks like that when he heard it, he will probably always be that little apprentice on Songyun Mountain who relies on him, follows him, and needs his protection.

There is no difference from other people in this world, just a little closer.

But now I don't want to do that.

He wanted to stand side by side with Chen Bu, to find out why the other party came here and how long he would stay here.

...

The kitchen is a little quiet.

Since Xie Wen nodded, they have not spoken.

There was a dim distance between the two, and their eyes were hidden under that dimness. It was difficult to tell whether they were staggered or intersecting.

Not far away, the big call and the small call said something, and the content was not clear. In contrast, the silence in the kitchen was a bit subtle. Like a thin layer of ice on a stream of water, it will not be broken.

People have the urge to say something, but don't know what to say.

Wen Shi swept his eyes in that direction, and moved his lips: "You..."

Xie Wen just happened to speak at that moment.

The two voices overlapped and collided, and then paused at the same time.

Xie Wen laughed, and looked through the darkness: "What do you want to say?"

He shook his head when he heard it.

He suddenly didn't want to expose the other party's identity so much.

Because the moment just now gave him a slight illusion, as if he and the person in front of him jumped out of the relationship between master and student, out of the things carried by the words "smell time" and "dustless".

Just like the moment a long time ago, the other party walked up the Songyun Mountain along the stone steps, and he climbed up from another path, and looked at each other, like two mountain travelers who met suddenly in the world.

"Nothing, you go first."

He raised his chin when he heard it, and said something he would not have said before.

"Okay, I'll go first." Xie Wen agreed.

He paused lightly, raised his hand to touch his lips, and said, "Your side is broken, sip the blood."

When I heard it, I was silent for a second, and responded vaguely from my throat. He turned his gaze away, tilted his head and licked the edge of his lips, and sure enough, he licked the smell of blood.

Suddenly there was a sound of ding ding dong dong outside. It was not the first time I heard that I lived here, so I was already somewhat familiar with this sound. It was someone standing at the door and opening the combination lock.

The smell of blood on the tip of his tongue lingered, and when he smelled it, he grabbed the freshly cleaned cup and poured some water.

When he was drinking with his head up, he caught a glimpse of Xie Wen looking out of the living room and said, "Your brother and Lao Mao are back."

He swallowed water when he heard it, and let out a "huh".

The door of the villa rang, and there was a rustling sound from the entrance. It should be Xia Qiao and Lao Mao changing slippers. The medicine jar was bumped, and there were a few human words in it, and then the headlights in the living room were slapped on, breaking the original darkness and silence.

Xie Wen turned his gaze back.

He was still facing the light, but his expression was much clearer. At first glance, he still looked the same as usual.

"So what were you trying to say just now?" he asked.

Put down the glass while smelling it.

He didn't really have anything to say at all. The level of the current compilation is very limited, and it can only catch people who have just returned and make excuses.

He brushed past Xie Wen, squeezed his knuckles without looking up, and said, "I want to ask you when they will return. I'll find Xia Qiao."

Classmate Xiaoqiao was carrying a bag in one hand, and was pulling on his slippers. He was about to speak when he heard his brother's voice. Immediately shouted happily: "Brother, are you awake?!"

When smelling it: "Yeah."

Xiao Qiao rushed over with the bag in hand.

Wen Shi took a step back to avoid being bumped by him.

So Xiao Qiao didn't stop, and almost shot to Xie Wen's side, but fortunately, his brother grabbed his sweater hat.

"Thank you boss." Xia Qiao called out embarrassingly.

He glanced there when he heard it.