Panguan

The tone was calm and calm, but the content was tense. Like the lake in Songyun Mountain Col during the tide season, there are no ripples on the surface, and the water is already dark and turbulent.

When he was a child, he was always well-behaved, dull, and dependent.

This tone can be traced back to when he became an adult.

Every time he came out of the spirit-cleansing array, he would always have his thorns open for a few days. Bu Ning and the others often joked that the effect of the spirit-cleansing array was indeed extraordinary. It could turn a frosty person into an ice arrow that would prick your hands even if you touched it.

But those weren't actually intentional.

He just watched the infatuation all over his body dissipate little by little under the influence of the Spirit Cleansing Array, and then stood in front of Chenbu Bu with a clean and uncontaminated appearance, coldly saying some words that had nothing to do with Fengyue, You can't help but reveal those needle-pointed awns that prick your hands.

Because only when the situation is tense, can he separate himself from the young apprentice of his childhood. Then find a trace of illusion and response from the end of the eye and the tip of the eyebrow.

At that time, I felt that I was contradictory and stubborn.

Now that I think about it, I just couldn't help it and wanted to cover it up.

"Why are you dazed?" Xie Wen suddenly said.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was holding the empty cup and hadn't spoken for a long time. And Xie Wen actually stood beside him like this, looking down, not knowing what he was looking at.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of the other party's slightly curved fingers reaching over.

For a moment, the finger almost touched his face.

His eyelashes fluttered when he heard it, but he saw that the other party just held his cup.

"It's nothing." Wenshi retracted his fingers, lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and said, "I'll do it myself."

After saying that, he picked up the empty glass and walked out the door barefoot.

He was very tall, wearing a loose T-shirt and home trousers, and lowered his head slightly when he went out.

The two girls, Dazhao and Xiaozhao, had never seen him before as an adult, but for some reason, they were still shocked. He retracted his head and gave in.

Perhaps it was because of the lack of expression on his face that the two girls hesitated to speak. They didn't start whispering until they retreated to the corner.

Dazhao fanned himself with his hand and said, "My face is hot."

Xiao Zhao echoed and said softly: "My face is also hot."

Their voices were very low, but Xie Wen said in a deep voice: "Put on your shoes."

His footsteps paused when he heard it.

In front of him was a dim living room, with only a light yellow strip of light shining in the kitchen farther away, which should have been left by Xie Wen's pouring of water just now.

The rain was still falling outside, pattering on the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

When Wenshi turned his head and glanced at Xie Wen, he suddenly asked: "Why do you care about me?"

Xie Wen looked at him and said, "What do you think? It's more uncomfortable for you to catch a cold."

Wen Shi looked at him silently for a while, then turned around and said, "I'm afraid of the heat."

In fact, he could have said "I had a dream", or "I remembered something", more directly, or even "I know who you are", but these two sentences at the bottom of his throat lingered for a long time. , and swallowed it back inexplicably.

And he himself didn't know why.

It's really hot and muggy during this rainy season. There's no air conditioning in the house, and the other people are nowhere to be found.

So much so that it gave Wenshi the illusion that he and Xie Wen were the only two people in the whole family. But although Dazhao and Xiaozhao always like to pick a corner to hang out, they still have no sense of presence.

As a result, this space has a subtle sense of privacy.

When I heard it, I walked to the kitchen, turned on the duckbill faucet, and rinsed the finished cup under the water.

"Where are the others?" He heard rustling footsteps behind him and asked without looking back.

"Are you talking about your brother?" Xie Wen's voice sounded from behind, "You haven't woken up for a long time. You broke out in cold sweats while sleeping, and talked some inaudible nonsense."

When he said this, he paused for some reason.

When Wenshi put down the cup and turned his head, he saw him standing with his back to the light of the door, his eyes half hidden in the shadow. After a moment, he said: "He is wandering around in the room. I happen to have some medicine in my store. Let him I went to get it with Lao Mao."

"What did I say?" Wenshi asked.

Xie asked: "I didn't hear you clearly. What were you dreaming about?"

When Wen Shi moved his lips, the kitchen fell into silence for a moment again. He looked at Xie Wen, but found that he couldn't see his eyes clearly, so he didn't know whether the other party wanted him to dream or not.

But he soon realized that if it was hope, the other party would not ask this at all.

In comparison, it's more like a test.

When I heard this, I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. One day, he and this person would be in such a scene, going back and forth.

"Forgot." Wenshi said.

Xie Wen said softly "Ah" and then nodded.

When Wen Shi could only see the outline of his figure, the other person's shoulders relaxed slightly at that moment, as if they were relaxing because of the answer.

Sure enough, I still don’t want to be discovered who I am.

But this is very contradictory, isn't it? Since you don't want people to know who you are, why bother to come here from afar, go through so much trouble to rent here, and move those old things here intact.

The long-dead white plum tree, the spring pond where koi carps were raised, and the little guī that replaced someone and someone...