Panguan

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I feel numb when I smell it.

But Xie Wen suddenly said: I'm very curious, what do you keep as a treasure from that... ancestor of the genius?

Although the word ancestor is indeed inappropriate when applied to the young Wen Shi in person, changing it to ancestor has a different meaning.

Especially coming from Xie Wen's mouth...

He twisted his earlobe when he heard it.

I heard Zhang Lan selling his younger brother: Dead branches, cotton thread, fingers.

When hearing it: ...

He silently glanced at his fingers and couldn't help it. Said to Zhang Yalin: Do you have a grudge against him?

Chapter 67 Lottery

Thanks to Zhang Lan, many people know that Zhang Yalin offered the ancestor’s finger bones.

But except Aunt Zhang herself, no one would take this matter as a joke in front of Zhang Yalin. After all, Zhang Yalin's external personality is not lively. After you tease him, he may look at you with a dead face.

It is extremely rare for someone like Wen Shi to directly ask Do you have any grudges?

Zhang Lan was already laughing beside her. Zhang Yalin was caught off guard and held it in for a long time before saying: My sister likes to exaggerate when she talks. She says it's a finger, but it's actually a phalanx. As we all know, the temperaments of those ancestors were very different from ordinary people. Except for one, they didn't even leave a tomb. Old things There are only a handful of relics, so you are lucky to find any of them. Although finger bones sound a bit weird, if you think about it carefully, is it the same as the antiques collected in ordinary people's homes?

I thought about it several times when I heard it, but I didn’t think it meant anything.

Zhang Yalin was obviously a little embarrassed. Although on the surface he still maintains self-respect and etiquette, he speaks faster and faster, and his face turns red: Besides, I didn't wax, paint or add a base to the ancestor's remains and put them out as show-off ornaments. . I put it in a box and burn incense every day. This is like offering incense. It shows respect and sincerity. Have you offered sacrifices to any ancestors?

It's a good thing he didn't mention it. When he mentioned it, he thought of the portrait of Chen Buchuo with a green face and fangs in the living room.

When Xie Wen came to Shen's house for the first time, he admired the portrait for a while and asked who painted it.

I can't think too much about this either. The more I want to smell it, the more paralyzed my face becomes. However, the person on the sofa next to him turned to look at him, not knowing whether he was waiting for his answer or looking at his joke.

When I heard it, I felt more and more like I was sitting in a good place.

Maybe it was because his expression was so cold that Zhang Yalin didn't feel the resonance. He waved his hands in a shaky manner and said, Forget it, it's not an important matter. It's just a small talk. Let's get over it.

If it hadn't been for his upbringing, he would have pointed at Wen Shi and said, I can't explain it to you.

As a result, before Wen Shi uncovered it, he said: It is said that relics are difficult to find. How can you be sure that your finger bones are real?

This is a very tactful reminder for Wen Shi. After all, holding a fake product and offering incense every day doesn't look very smart. Zhang Ya, the proud son of Lintian, probably cannot bear this kind of blow.

Who knew that Zhang Yalin couldn't stand this tactful reminder.

He smiled politely and walked away.

Zhang Yalin asked Lu Wenjuan and then went upstairs. Zhang Lan lay on the back of the sofa and shouted at his brother's back: When you go up, remember to put Xiao Hei down. Ask him to tell you anything.

Zhang Ya didn't even look back. If her back could be written, it would have written Go.

Zhang Lan turned around and said to Wen Shi and Xie Wen: I'm angry. Even though he looks very stable and mature, he is actually a stingy person.

She seemed to be familiar with her from birth, and with a few jokes she covered up the embarrassment of following before, as if she had come to Tianjin with Wen Shi and Xie Wen.

But now is not the time to worry about this.

Lu Wenjuan went to the kitchen and worked for a while, then brought several bowls of tea soup and said, This is to soothe the nerves. Drink it. Only after drinking it can you sleep well at night.

Wen Shi remembered that last night, before she went downstairs, she had said, It's best to sleep until dawn. Thinking of the inner demons that followed in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt that although Lu Wenjuan was ghostly and weird, maybe she didn't mean it. To harm them.

With this thought in mind, he put the tea soup back on the coffee table.

Xie Wen glanced at him. He didn't want to say more when he heard it. After being silent for a while, he whispered: I'll give it a try.

Sure enough, Lu Wenjuan hurried over, stared at the tea soup with dark eyes for a moment and then turned to smell it: It tastes very good, won't you drink it?

I don't want to drink it, Wenshi said.

Lu Wenjuan looked at him without blinking.

She has too many black pupils. When she smiles with her eyes bent, the whites of her eyes can barely be seen, just two thick black curved slits. The timid ones would be frightened into obedience by just one look at her, but they would not react when she heard her.

It tastes really good. My sencha is very good. Why don't you try it? Lu Wenjuan said reluctantly, It would be a pity not to drink it.

She paused and added faintly: It's really a pity.

This tone was very similar to the words on the TV. Xia Qiao shuddered and rubbed the gore on his body. He was afraid that if his brother drank less soup, he would turn into the headless girl on TV.

As a result, he was not moved at all when he heard it: Whatever.

After he finished speaking lazily, he stood up and left. As a result, Lu Wenjuan pressed him down, frowned, and said doubtfully: Aren't you watching TV?