Panguan

He didn't know how to answer for a while, and couldn't avoid it, so he simply turned off the light and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Snowman." Xie Wen scratched his chin with his dead branch-like fingertips, and asked in the gap, "Are you... forcefully bypassing the question?"

"No, you shut up."

A certain person became a little bit annoyed. Just as he was about to block him, Xie Wen pinched his chin lightly and said in a low voice, "Then open it."

***

In the next room, Lao Mao was paralyzed on the sofa, looking very old, still hugging a pillow tightly, his eyes were hollow, a bit like an empty-nest old man.

Xia Qiao was also very empty, sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms around the bedposts, silently digesting the news he had just learned.

Only Bu Ning stood by the bed in a gentle manner, trying to get Zhou Xu out.

He said: "Junior Brother and Master are next door. Although this house is old and simple, it was built with care and the walls are solid. We can't hear the sound of our house. Don't worry, come out and talk."

Zhou Xu was silent.

Bu Ning sighed, and said earnestly: "Although my junior brother looks cold and not easy to get close to, it seems that his puppet line will come to you if you say something wrong, and you will be tied up. It's easy to clean up. In fact—"

Actually it is.

Anyway, Zhong Si was the most bastard among the senior brothers back then. He was often heard tied up and hung from the top of the mountain. He was hung up for an hour, and only picked up the dust until he took a nap. Zhong Si was the most honest at that time, afraid of disturbing the master.

This method of training people is probably better than Bu Ning's own exhausting labyrinth formations.

Bu Ningka paused for a moment, in order to comfort a coward, he considered avoiding the important and lightening: "It won't be long in reality, and the cleaning will be separated."

For example, it takes an hour to tie a bell, and it takes only a cup of tea to tie a golden-winged roc, and it takes a cup of tea to tie a master...

Should not have been successful.

Bu Ning suddenly remembered that in the past, every time Zhuang Haohao felt cold at the dust, he comforted him and said: "If you can't do it, how can you do that to Master? If you have anything to do at the foot of the mountain, just let it go, brother will accompany you Turn around a few more times, if you don't want to see idlers down the mountain, then change your face, and I'll go to Junior Brother Zhong for a talisman."

The result is often that Zhuang Haohao's voice has just fallen, and the puppet line of Wenshi has gone straight to the dust.

Then Zhuang Haohao would sigh deeply, and Zhong Si would flee to the farthest place to hide and watch the play.

Of course, those puppet lines never hit the dust, and they were always held in his palm in the blink of an eye, and then when he asked Wen: "Are you using me to practice kung fu, or is it a sneak attack?"

Most of the time, Chen Bu is actually a pretty good-tempered person, after all, there are very few things in the world that can attract his attention. So Wen Shi's sneak attack never had any consequences, and it was always over with a few jokes.

But next time this kind of thing happens again, they will still persuade them, and dare to hear it. This has almost become a unique way of getting along and daily life.

Only very occasionally, Zhuang Ye would take advantage of the fact that he was not around when he heard the news, and say a few words with emotion: "I really admire the courage of my younger brother."

Every time Bu Ning thinks of these things, Bu Ning wishes Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye to come and see how courageous the current junior is.

Before dinner, Xie Wen and Wen Shi asked Bu Ning about Songyun Mountain when the Zhang family siblings were not at the table.

Bu Ning told them that Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye were still being raised in the formation he set up, and they might have a chance to wake up and take a look at the world they left in a hurry.

And in order for the two of them not to be disturbed, the large formation used to hide Songyun Mountain is still in operation, and ordinary people can't find the place, and they won't stray into it by mistake. The twelve spirits are still guarding there, protecting a clean and safe place.

Just as he was reminiscing about the past, a buzzing vibration suddenly sounded, and the source of the vibration was close to his thigh.

Patriarch Bu Ning was startled.

"Zhou Xu!" He silently took out the vibrating thing from his jeans pocket, and called Zhou Xu twice, "I don't know how to use this thing, it would be bad if I miss something."

He looked at the Arabic numerals jumping on the screen, confusedly identifying them.

Until then, Zhou Xu finally came back to life.

He trembled all over, found a chair and slumped over, and said, "Look, this thing is called a mobile phone. If it still shakes like this next time, just slide your thumb along this side and it will be fine."

He sat up straight from the chair again, and said angrily, "How many times are you going to pretend to be dead?"

Then he collapsed again: "Then who can say for sure, isn't there a saying that tells you that you will never know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident—"

He was explaining to Bu Ning how to answer the phone, but he put the phone down directly in his hand.

The phone stopped vibrating for an instant.

The room was quiet for a while before he hesitated and changed into a gentle posture, looked at the blacked-out phone screen, listened to it close to his ear, and asked, "Why didn't you talk to anyone?"

Although Patriarch Bu Ning doesn't know how to use a mobile phone, he has seen the Zhang family siblings answering the phone, and he has a little impression.

"Hi!" Zhou Xu is used to turning pens and pens in school, he is an expert, and he is also familiar with his mobile phone: "Such strange numbers like this are probably harassing calls. I often encounter them. What kind of senior teaching assistants? Brand, all-round academic tutoring, Balabala, and the opening of the property market in Ningzhou, and the decoration and packing bags, what are they—"

He was cursing when the phone buzzed again.

It was still the strange number, and Zhou Xu pinched him again without saying a word: "Come again?! This idiot is quite persistent."