Panguan

In the past, he always felt that Xia Qiao was inexplicably afraid of people, but now that he thought about it, it was probably a puppet's instinct. Just like Lao Mao and Da Zhao Xiao Zhao, no matter how powerful they are, they will always be under the suppression of the puppet master, and they will always be in awe.

Xie Wen looked at the bag in Xia Qiao's hand and asked, "Have you brought all the medicine?"

Xia Qiao nodded honestly and said, "I've taken it. I'll take whatever old Uncle Mao asks me to take. It should be pretty neat."

Wen Shi looked at Xia Qiao's timid back, ready to answer any questions, and thought to himself that such a two hundred and five is something that dust can't do, right?

Normal puppet masters are very particular about making puppets. After all, the spirit is limited, and it is impossible to play casually. But dust is not the same. He is free.

When this person is interested, he can make a bunch of useless gadgets, and then instruct those things to climb him like a tree.

When I heard it, I thought about it, and felt that someone like Xia Qiao, who couldn't lift his shoulders or lift his hands, had no characteristics or usefulness except his nose and timidity, could really be done by someone.

"Why did you carry it all?" Xie Wen raised his chin at Lao Mao, "He returned empty-handed?"

"???"

Lao Mao stared at his round eyes and endured a wave of indiscriminate disasters.

The main thing is that he has shadows in this kind of thing. When Wen Shi was still young, he also carried things in his hands like this. When the dust arrived, he said similar things, instigated and teased the little apprentice to squeeze him!

What can he say as a bird? It's not just about obediently accepting fate.

So now seeing Xie Wen speaking in such an elder-like tone, Lao Mao was afraid. This is a conditioned reflex that has been trained for many years.

Fortunately, Xia Qiao is a man.

He waved his hands and explained: "No, no, old Uncle Mao is so old, how can he make such an effort. I'm a strong young man, it's even more shameful to be empty-handed."

Old Mao: "..."

There were so many outrageous points in this sentence that he was numb when he heard it. He pinched his Adam's apple and stared at the back of Xiaoqiao's head without a word.

Xie Wen glanced this way again for some reason, and a smile appeared in his eyes. I don't know if it's because of Xia Qiao's words, or because of Wen Shi's expression.

Lao Mao escaped unharmed by this, hurriedly took out the bag in Xia Qiao's hand, and called everyone to the kitchen to cook medicine.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Wen Shi said in a deep voice when Xie Wen raised his eyes.

After speaking, he felt a little helpless here.

He actually knew what kind of medicine it was, and he knew it when he smelled it. In the past in Songyun Mountain, when he was not feeling well, he would often soak his hands with this concoction, and half of his problems, big and small, would be cleared up quickly.

Xie Wen looked at him, and said quietly for two seconds: "It's used to dispel cold and relieve pain, and the effect is not bad. You can try soaking it for a while after they are fried."

He nodded his head when he heard it. After ordering, I remembered that I had already woken up, and the pain had already passed.

But Xia Qiao said worriedly, "Brother, do you still feel pain when you wake up?"

When I heard it, I was silent for a moment, and said a word: "...Yes."

This was probably the first time in his life that he admitted pain.

It's okay.

It may be the first time in Xia Qiao's life that he heard such hard pain, and he was a little at a loss. In the next second, he saw his brother raise his chin in the direction of the sofa coldly, motioning for him to come and have an interview.

Xia Qiao hugged the remaining bag in his hand and obediently walked towards the sofa.

Wen Shi just walked two steps, suddenly remembered something and turned his head and said: "You also soaked this last time?"

Xie Wen was going to take a look at the kitchen and work as a supervisor. Hearing this, he stopped for a moment, turned around and looked at Wen Shi: "Which one did you say last time?"

"Xiping Garden." Wen Shi mentioned three words concisely.

When he and Xia Qiao found Xiping Garden, there was a bubbling sound in the hut where Xie Wen was staying, as if something was being cooked,

Xie asked "Oh" and remembered: "You actually remember, your eyes are sharp."

"I just remember." He moved his lips when he heard it: "What are you doing with this medicine?"

Xie asked: "Dispel the cold."

Wen Shi: "Why?"

Xie Wen: "I am born with a bad constitution and afraid of the cold."

fraud.

She pursed her lips and looked at him when she smelled it.

With just a few words, there was an inexplicable tension between them again.

It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of Xia Qiao sitting obediently on the sofa from the corner of his eye that he turned his head and walked over there.

The leather sofa creaked, and Xia Qiao saw his brother sitting down beside him, leaning forward with two long legs. He half-lidded his eyelids, twisted one ear bone, his eyes fell on a certain place on the ground, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he turned his head to look over, pointed to the mobile phone in Xia Qiao's hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there Zhou Xu in here?"

Xia Qiao: "Huh???"

He reacted for several seconds before he realized that Wen Shi wanted to ask him if he had Zhou Xu's contact information.

Coincidentally, it wasn't there last time, but it was added this time when I got out of the cage, and it was Zhou Xu who took the initiative. Xia Qiao is very sure that the second-year illness in the rebellious period was subdued by his brother's puppet master.

It was too cold when I heard it, Zhou Xu probably didn't dare to go to him directly, so he went to Xia Qiao tactfully.

So Zhou Xu wants to find his brother, Xia Qiao can understand it completely, but the other way around is very confusing.

Xia Qiao wondered, "Are you looking for him? Why are you looking for him?"

Wen Shi: "Ask something."