Panguan

When Xia Qiao secretly glanced at the smell, he felt a little guilty and a little depressed.

I don't know where the name Wen Shi used to be in the painting, and I don't know if the other party wanted to hammer him to death when he saw his current position?

When I smelled it, I wanted to hammer this useless thing to death. But more than that, he wanted to take a good bath and eat something.

"Where is the bathroom?" He patted Xiaqiao and said, "Lend me a set of clean clothes."

"Oh, there's one in the room, I'll get it for you."

Wen Shi followed behind Xia Qiao, and when he walked to the bedroom corridor, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It's been a long time since he had this experience, as if something were staring straight at him.

He looked back.

The field of vision in the aisle is very narrow, only the open door of the other bedroom and the shadow of the people in the living room cast obliquely on the ground.

"Smell..." Xia Qiao's voice came from the master bedroom, he struggled for a while, and said as if giving up: "Forget it, I'll call you Brother Wen. Offending offends, I didn't mean to mess up the generations."

He made a few bows to the sky cowardly, and handed over a set of clean clothes.

Only then did he look away from the shadow when he smelled it, took the clothes and walked into the bathroom, then leaned against the door frame and began to wait.

Xia Qiao originally wanted to go back to the living room, but seeing his appearance, he suddenly hesitated in his steps: "Aren't you... taking a shower?"

"Um."

"Then... what are you looking at me for?"

"Wait for the water, wait for the basin, wait for the towel."

"???"

The 18-year-old Xia Qiao and Wen Shi stared at each other, and after a while, they suddenly realized that there was a generation gap between them called 1995.

"Wait a minute, I'll prepare the water for you." Xia Qiao rolled into the bathroom and prepared hot water for the master.

Wen Shi was still leaning against the door, and his eyes fell on the floor tiles diagonally in front of him.

He watched for a while, then suddenly closed his eyelids.

When an ordinary person closes his eyes, it is always dark, but he is not. After closing his eyes, he sees even more than when he opens his eyes.

"Brother Wen?" Xia Qiao suddenly patted him from behind, "Are you sleepy?"

When I smelled it, I opened my eyes and looked back at the shower room with a complicated structure. After the water was put on for a while, the heat was already pouring out.

"No, I'm taking a shower, you can go."

Xia Qiao told him what was on the shelf, then grabbed the phone and walked out.

Wen Shi stared at the bright white screen, heard it vibrate one after another, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh." Xia Qiao said while typing quickly, "Didn't I say that the two rooms are out? A tenant just contacted me to see the room, and I was telling him the specific situation."

"..."

There was suspicion in Wen Shi's eyes: "Can you get in touch with one?"

Xia Qiao raised his head, his expression more suspicious than his: "... Ang. No, can't you?"

"Okay." Wen Shi regained his indifference, and said casually, "I have the impression that contacts don't need this."

Xiaqiao: "Then what?"

When I smelled it, I thought about it and said, "BP machine."

Xia Qiao: "..."

He once swore to Shen Qiao that the generation gap would not be a problem, and he would step over it and make Wen Gebin feel at home. But now he suddenly realizes how big the ditch is, and his hip hurts.

He thought about it, put the screen in front of Wen Shi, and let the uncle who died in 1995 see the results directly.

At that time, the intermediary just sent a sentence, saying: Mr. Xie said that he is free tomorrow night, do you think it is convenient for you?

Chapter 3 Spiritual Phases

I can't read a smartphone when I smell it, but I can understand human speech. After listening to the intermediary's voice, he waved at Xiaqiao, signaling him to come closer.

Xia Qiao didn't know why, so he came over.

He Wen brother put on Zhang Shuai's face and spoke a cold and pleasant voice, and asked him a very soulful question: "This is like a phone call from the past? Then when I talk like this, can the other party hear me?"

Xia Qiao: "..."

This generation gap is split.

Xia Qiao thought for a while, then held the phone and called up the 9 button and said, "Brother, you should treat it as a telegram."

I understand when I hear it. He straightened up, pointed at the screen and said, "Then you can send it to him at any time that is convenient."

Xia Qiao: "...I don't think it's very convenient for me."

He frowned when he smelled it.

Xia Qiao shrank his neck and said, "Brother, there are a lot of people today, so it's not bad. You haven't seen what our community looks like at night."

"What?"

"It's terrifying. I've lived here with my grandfather for more than ten years. Until now, I don't dare to go to the toilet alone at night, let alone go out."

"..."

Wen Shi was expressionless and silent for two seconds, and asked Xia Qiao to get out.

He closed the bathroom door, grabbed the collar and tore off the T-shirt, revealing his thin and beautiful waistline from the fabric. He was not very happy to think that he originally planned to be a good person and make a profit for this unsatisfactory disciple. Now I think... or else this pulse is dead.

By the time this autistic ancestor came out of the shower, Xia Qiao had already received two new guests, but the woman on the famous tree, Zhang Biling, had not left.

She was standing in front of the entrance talking to Xia Qiao, holding her unabashed son with one hand.

"Master Shen is going up the mountain tomorrow?" Zhang Biling asked.

"Yeah." Xia Qiao nodded.

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