Panguan

He could taste everything in it.

That is a person's life, and it is also a moment when the cage is scattered.

At that moment, a vague suona sounded from nowhere. Finally, there was an additional name on the judge's name chart that had been frozen for a long time, right after Shen Qiao.

***

It has been two days since Xia Qiao noticed the change in the name spectrum.

That day they packed their luggage and prepared to leave Xi'an and return to Ningzhou. Before leaving, Wen Shi took him to see the place where Shen Qiao once lived in Xi'an.

The place has already been turned upside down, the former old district has become a shopping mall, and it is bustling even in the cold winter, with no shadow of the past in sight.

But Xia Qiao still lingered there for a long time.

So long that they even met someone.

——The girl named "Lan Lan" was wearing a white down jacket, a red wool cap, and a matching scarf covering her chin. The tip of his nose was red from the cold wind.

It's a bit dumbfounding to say, Lan Lan in the cage was crying and always lowered her head. They didn't have a deep impression of her facial features, and they only realized that she was familiar with her when she lowered her head and lowered her eyes.

Her eyes were still a little swollen, and she didn't know how many times she cried in the past three days, she looked a little absent-minded and tired.

It wasn't until she and Wen Shi passed by that the girl suddenly woke up, staring at Wen Shi and them for a long while, almost bumping into other people oncoming.

Like many people who have been in the cage, she doesn't actually remember what happened in the cage, she only has some vague impressions.

In my memory, she had a dream in which she saw her grandma, and it seemed that several people accompanied her to see her off.

But she didn't remember what the person accompanying her in the dream looked like, but occasionally seeing a pedestrian on the street, she would feel a little kind, as if she had known each other.

In the end, Lan Lan still didn't call out to stop anyone.

She just stood there for a while with a trace of ungraspable doubts, then shook her head, turned around and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

This is an extremely occasional moment for her, but it is the norm for Wen Shi and Chen Bu. After all, they have sent too many people, so it is not surprising.

This is just a day in a peaceful life, and there is nothing unusual about it.

Chen Dao didn't know what his intentions were, so he picked a pastry shop near the shopping mall with a long queue, and took Wen Shi to buy some snacks. While laughing, he admired the face of the ancestor of puppetry that said "Silly x is only in this kind of line, but someone wants to eat and I can't rebel".

It's just that he was retaliated soon--

The ancestor of puppetry took out his not-so-good deception, using "there is a century-old restaurant in Xi'an that he used to go to, the food tastes very good, he misses it very much", this kind of evil door does not sound like what he said It was a lie, and Chen couldn't be fooled enough to nod and agree.

Then, relying on his memory from more than 20 years ago, he found the so-called century-old restaurant famous for its delicious (spicy) taste, and asked the patriarch who didn't touch any spicy food to accompany him to eat a big meal.

There are only three words to describe that table: Manjianghong.

However, Chen Bu's evaluation of this meal is only one sentence: one thousand damage to the enemy and eight hundred damage to the self.

...

Because someone actually can't eat spicy food.

They planned to go back to Songyun Mountain directly that day, because it wasn't long before the white plum blossoms bloomed, so they had to guard the spiritual formation. But in the end, the door opened to the living room of Shen's villa, facing the refrigerator.

When it landed, Xia Qiao was stunned.

He faced the refrigerator as tall as a person, then turned his head and asked Wen Shi seriously: "Brother, are you hot or hungry?"

Before his brother could speak, the patriarch answered, "He's so spicy, he wants to steal your drink."

When I heard it: "..."

Things from your own house are considered a steal.

When she heard it, she turned her head and stared at Chen Bubu.

He was almost bored with blood, and they are all people who don't eat spicy food. It stands to reason that there is less dust, let alone spicy ones, and I don’t eat them often, so shouldn’t the reaction be greater? Why is he the only one with red lips?

The stare lasted only a few seconds.

But when Wen Shi turned around and opened the refrigerator door, he found that the entire fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator was empty, and there was not a single can of drink left.

The ghost didn't know where it went.

The ancestor didn't believe in evil, and frowned and opened the frozen layer, and found that even the popsicle ice cream was gone, as if the world had evaporated.

Patriarch: "..."

"Fuck, where are my drinks and snacks?!" Xia Qiao was dumbfounded, unable to realize what was going on for a moment.

Only Wen Shi is a sensible person. After all, I have been tricked so many times since I was a child. Who else would do such a thing except Dust?

He licked the seam of his hot lips, and stood expressionlessly clutching the refrigerator door for a while, feeling that he couldn't live this day.

So he said "Let's go" to Xia Qiao, turned his head and disappeared.

When Chen didn't open the gate to return to Songyun Mountain, Lao Mao and Xiao Zhao stood guard on the mountain road. Seeing that the puppet master didn't even say hello, he remained motionless with a sullen face, like three welcoming pine trees.

"Where is the person, are you back?" Chen couldn't reach it.

The corner of Da Zhao's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to explain, but he held back: "Well... I didn't reply."

Xiao Zhao followed: "Really... I didn't reply."

Lao Mao silently rolled his eyes and convinced the two girls. I can't tell lies and I don't know who I look like.

Chen Bubu glanced at the closed door not far away, and said with a smile: "Are you very angry? In my room or in his own room?"