Panguan

His voice was that of a young man, cold and low.

The driver didn't know what to think, so he was shocked and never said a word since then.

No one knows how the car finally got to Minghuafu. Anyway, the usual 45-minute drive took less than half an hour this time.

Minghuafu is the earliest villa area developed in Ningzhou, and it was very popular at the beginning, because a theme park and a wetland park are to be built next to it. Who would have thought that the park had been built for three years and suddenly it was unfinished, and the wetland park was nowhere to be found. Minghua Mansion suffered, from being looted by thousands of people to nobody caring about.

Expensive is really expensive, and scarcity is really scary.

The north gate is commonly used in the community, but the old man asked the car to park at the west gate, and he got off first.

The driver in the driver's seat is no longer good enough. Whenever he does a little bit, he stretches his head out and takes a look. He can see that the old man's movements are very strange. There is a sense of frustration when he raises his hands. It's like something can move when it's held on its back.

The old man put the umbrella on his shoulders stiffly, freed his hand, took out a piece of silver foil from his pocket, and set it on fire.

The silver foil shrank in an instant, turning into a thin ash, the sparks fluttered, and the traces of two words could be vaguely seen—Smell Shi.

The old man then waved to the people in the car and said, This door can be left.

When Wen Shi got out of the car, he was no longer the size of a child, he looked like a teenager, 15 or 6 years old. The clothes that were originally too wide now fit a lot, but the pants are still too long.

He didn't care, he stretched out his hand to take the umbrella on the old man's shoulder. The black umbrella was slanted, blocking the cold rain coming from the slanting chuī. He raised his chin at the old man and said, I don't know the way, I will follow you.

This is the 12th time he has come out of Wuxiangmen, and every time someone has to lead the way.

Shen Qiao picked him up twice. The last time Shen Qiao was only 18 years old, wearing a silk jacket and a crisp melon rind hat, he called him Brother Wen and asked him a melon rind question.

This time, Shen Qiao looked like his grandfather. In front of outsiders, it was no longer easy to call him Brother Wen.

But even if he was careful, the driver was not too frightened.

When passing through the gate, there was a suona sound in the northeast corner of the community.

As the saying goes, there is no one who cannot leave without a suona chuī. The taxi driver was woken up by those two sounds, and with a bang of the accelerator, he galloped into a shadow in the rain, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When he smelled it, he retracted his gaze from there, and licked the corner of his mouth again. In such a few minutes, he has grown a lot taller, the folds of the trousers stacked at the ankles are completely straightened, and he is already a young man.

Are you really hungry? Shen Qiao asked.

What do you say?

It's a pity. The old man sighed faintly.

how?

You have to find something to eat this time.

Wen Shi followed him around a garden and walked east along the path. Before he could ask him why, he heard the sound of suona gongs and drums.

The rain hasn't gotten smaller, and the air is very humid, but you can still smell the fine scent of incense, ash, paper money. Ordinary people can't smell the difference, but they can smell it. This smell is very familiar and belongs to the Shen family.

I brought a child to take over. Shen Qiao glanced at the villa in front of him and said, I was raised with one hand, and it's similar to me. I'm 18 this year, except for being a little timid, everything is good.

When smelling: ...

He couldn't hold back: Are you bringing a cowardly person back here?

Shen Qiao couldn't hold back: How did I know he was so timid when I raised him?

Wen Shi: Then you are really good.

Shen Qiao: Exceeded the prize.

When smelling: ...

That is to say, now that Shen Qiao is too old to fight. Smells like a stinking thought.

Shen Qiao glanced at the villa again, and saw a boy wearing hemp and filial piety coming out of the gate, and finally felt relieved.

He gave Wen Shi an old long bow and said, Brother Wen, Shen Qiao is fortunate to have known you for so many years, now I'm leaving, you are fine.

He thought about it for a while, and then added: Release as soon as possible.

After speaking, the rickety old body collapsed. The white-haired old man has disappeared, and there are only the clothes and trousers he just wore on the ground. A few slender white plum blossom branches are exposed from the collar.

With the sound of a suona, Ye Shu didn't know the chūn.

When he smelled it, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had really slept for many, many years...

He held the umbrella to block the slanting rain for the cotton thread plum branches, bent over to pick up the clothes, and stood silently for a while. It wasn't until I heard footsteps approaching that I raised my eyes—

The boy who was wearing hemp and filial piety came over. Judging by his age, he must be the one who took over from Shen Qiao's mouth.

Wen Shi had a bad personality, and after so many years, he still didn't like to deal with strangers. He held his clothes and looked down at the little boy in front of him who was almost a head shorter than him.

The dwarf stepped in front of him, stared at him for a long time, and finally realized that if he didn't speak, they could stand until tomorrow.

I know you, said the dwarf.

Oh.

Grandpa said that I will take over in the future, so we have to live together. Shorty said again.

Um.

But I have no money.

Hearing this, Wen Shi finally had a relatively big reaction. He was a little shocked.