Panguan

Wenshi suddenly couldn't remember how the 19-year-old himself dealt with those secret thoughts.

It's nothing more than hiding it in silence and using the spirit-washing formation learned from books to wash it away. Then when he reached his prime, he left Songyun Mountain with his senior brothers.

He suddenly understood why he always remembered things from his childhood. Maybe it was because after that, he had no close contact with Chen Bu, and there was always a restrained distance between his gestures and gestures.

Even the interesting things are few and far between.

He pressed too deep and hid too far. In Chen Bubu's eyes, he may just be a disciple who was accustomed to relying on him when he was young, but suddenly became unfamiliar when he got older.

I can't remember all these things when I heard them.

Does your head still hurt? Xie asked, his voice drowned in the gurgling rain.

The lights in the room are much brighter. Wen Shi's fingers were still on the back of his neck, rubbing it aimlessly, and his eyes fell on the shadow at Xie Wen's feet.

Look at him, then look away from him.

It doesn't hurt. He replied, his voice slightly hoarse with sleepiness.

He looked away from Xie Wen and licked his dry lips.

Then he heard something tapping his head on the bed. He turned his face and saw Xie Wen picking up the glass on the counter, standing up and going out.

Hearing this, Xie Wen raised his head. Xie Wen paused, turned around, glanced at him, raised his glass and said, Go get you a glass of water.

Then rustling footsteps walked out the door.

Are you awake?

Finally woke up?

Two crisp voices suddenly rang out. When I heard it, I looked over and saw two girls, Dazhao and Xiaozhao, standing at the door with their heads peeking out. One had a rounder face, the other had a sharper face, but their expressions were exactly the same.

Wen Shi thought these two girls were a bit strange before, but now he understood the reason - they were all puppets.

There were several children in Songyun Mountain who were out of sight and often went out, so they couldn't take care of them all the time. Later, they created a pair of puppets, namely Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao.

But Wen Shi didn't have a deep impression of them, maybe because they didn't stand on his shoulders like the golden-winged roc. Almost every memory of his childhood was inseparable from the shadow of that bird.

Dazhao and Xiaozhao mostly stay in the mountains, taking care of food and accommodation on weekdays, but they are not always there. Occasionally when one of the apprentices was sick, they would stay longer to cook medicine and soup.

So much so that as long as they see someone feeling uncomfortable, they can't stop.

Are you still feeling uncomfortable? The water has been boiled and is still warm. Dazhao said.

Even though the impression wasn't very deep, the way she lay by the door and poked her head around made Wen Shi suddenly feel like he was back in Songyun Mountain.

It turned out that Xie Wen was watching the bustle around him, always following this or that one, but when it turned out, no one was human.

Can we come in? Xiao Zhao said.

When I heard it, my voice was still a little hoarse: Why not?

The boss won't let me, oh-- Xiao Zhao muttered, and Dazhao pinched him, --come in.

Wen Shi was stunned for a moment before she realized who the boss she was talking about was.

It was like this before. When other disciples felt uncomfortable, they would just roll up their sleeves and get busy, but he was an exception.

Because of his special constitution, there are too many things hidden in his body. Whenever he feels uncomfortable, it is not just a simple headache, brain fever, cold, or cold, but will inevitably be accompanied by the counterattack of those thick worldly connections.

Every time, Chen Bubu came in person, and all the big and small people, including Lao Mao, could only stand on the birdstand in the window and watch.

What are you suing me for? Xie asked as rustling footsteps came from the living room.

Just as Dazhao and Xiaozhao were about to tiptoe in, they were so frightened that they jumped out and slipped out.

Dazhao shook his head: No complaint, no complaint.

Xiao Zhao followed, How dare you?

Xie Wen didn't mean to stop them. After the two girls timidly moved out of the way, they entered through the door with cups in hand.

He glanced behind him: What nonsense are they talking to you about?

When he heard it, he said in a deep voice: No.

After a few seconds, he moved his lips again, raised his eyes and said, What can you say to make them talk nonsense?

The room was quiet for a second. Xie Wen looked away from behind, his eyes fell half-closed, and his eyes met Wen Shi's.

Dazhao and Xiaozhao were still scratching the door frame up and down, but suddenly fell silent.

For a moment, Wen Shi felt that the other party was going to say something along these lines.

Unexpectedly, Xie Wen just slightly arched his eyebrows.

Me? He handed over the water glass, and his warm and deep voice rang in his ears: It's quite a lot, but those two girls don't have the guts to talk nonsense.

Very strange.

What he did was obviously similar to a moment on Songyun Mountain thousands of years ago. It's the same kind of unhurried care, occasionally making fun of others, but it's completely different from that time.

When Wen Shi took the water glass, his fingers touched Xie Wen's fingertips.

He paused for a moment, and moved his ring finger back a centimeter to avoid the touch. Then he moved the cup to his left hand, half-closed his eyes, and tilted his head slightly to drink the water.

When I subconsciously pinched the joint with my right hand, I thought to myself when I heard it: No wonder there is a difference.

When he was a child, he never had such an atmosphere——