Panguan

What time is it?

Departing at 6:30 in the morning, do you want to come? Xia Qiao asked politely.

She stared at Shen Qiao's portrait and said softly, A quarter past six? Hey, I might have something to do, but if I have time, I still want to send it off. It's not easy for the old man. In the past—

In the past, this pulse was very powerful, but there were few people, and it is a pity to end up in the current situation.

Xia Qiao had heard these words many times, and would have memorized them. But Zhang Biling was better, she stopped just after she started, and smiled at Xiaqiao embarrassedly and apologetically.

Maybe to make up for it, she said to Xiaqiao: You are very clean. We rarely see people who are so clean. It will be fine in the future.

After she finished speaking, she patted her son's back, frowned and whispered, Three bows, hurry up!

The son was probably in the second phase of rebelliousness. He threw off her hand, bowed his neck reluctantly, and had a perfunctory attitude.

Zhang Biling had to say hello in a hurry and catch up.

Xia Qiao closed the door and walked back in confusion. When he looked up and saw Wen Shi, he couldn't help but ask, Brother Wen, why did he bow to me?

Because he said something you shouldn't have said, and if you don't make a good bow, it will be a big evil. Wen Shi pouted towards the portrait of the ancestor in the distance.

Oh, it means that the patriarch doesn't—

When smelling: ...

Bah. Xia Qiao slapped himself and said quickly, I didn't say anything, I stopped.

Um.

Wen Shi smothered his head and wiped cháo's wet hair. After a while, he said: Actually, there are many people who say that he has to die. It's just a fact, it's not a big deal. Don't be crazy enough to say it to the portrait, especially not on the top. Say it when it smells good.

Xia Qiao asked carefully, Why?

Wen Shi raised his head, threw the used towel on the back of the chair, stared at Xia Qiao with extremely dark eyes and said softly, Because he will hear.

Xia Qiao: ...

He stood still for a while, and quickly rubbed the pimples on his arms, his voice was hollow: He is not...

already dead?

Shen Qiao had told him that the path that the patriarch Ye Chen did not cultivate was the most extreme road, unhindered, ruthless and fearless. Anyway, it didn't sound like a human being, it was very powerful, but it didn't end well.

What a bad law, he didn't understand it at a young age, probably because he would never be able to transcend life or something.

The more Xia Qiao thought about it, the more frightened it became.

When he heard his cowardice, two words popped out: Promise.

***

At around 9 o'clock in the night, no new guests came in. A few chuī drummers collected suona gongs and drums, lit cigarettes and chatted by the backyard window.

Xia Qiao started a fire in the kitchen, and made a few bowls of Longxu noodles with the big bone soup that had been simmered before. He also cut some diced smoked ham and diced red bacon, neatly stacked on the surface, and sprinkled with green onions. flowers, beckon them to eat.

This was the first meal he ate when he woke up. Although he said he was hungry, he didn't move a few chopsticks.

Xia Qiao almost thought that he had made a mess, so he carefully tasted two bites, and felt that the soup was fresh and thick, the meat was charred and fragrant, and the noodles were chewy.

The chuī drummers snorted and swallowed a bowl of noodles. He wiped his mouth and thanked him, and went to smoke and chat again. Xia Qiao asked, Brother Wen, aren't you hungry?

I don't eat this much. Wen Shi replied.

Xia Qiao thought he was a picky eater, and was about to ask a few more questions, when he saw the news, he glanced at the window and said, They won't leave?

What do you mean by those uncles who beat the gong? Xia Qiao shook his head and said, Don't go, stay here for the night.

When smelling: Why?

Xia Qiao blushed, and hesitantly said: We have to keep a vigil for the funeral, and I am the only one in the Shen family. I can't sleep at night, so I spent a little more money. Please these uncles stay with me.

After he finished speaking, he found that Wen Shi was looking at him with indescribable eyes, and then gave him a thumbs up half mockingly and half speechlessly.

Xia Qiao was afraid of being scolded, so he immediately slapped the horse and said, I've invited everyone, anyway, it's only the last night. But I think I'll sleep well tonight. With brother Wen, what else is there to be afraid of? ?!No.

Wen Shi just glanced at him and said inexplicably, Then remember this sentence.

At around 12 o'clock that night, Xia Qiao was awakened by the noise of a cat from somewhere.

The voice was miserable and harsh, like a baby crying, but with a longer tone, and then it was very far away, and then it was very close. The neighborhood was submerged in the dark night.

Xia Qiao opened his eyes and saw a faint light. He wondered in a daze how the moon was glowing green today.

After a few seconds, he suddenly shuddered.

During the vigil, he did not sleep in the bedroom, but in the living room. Facing the inside of the house, facing the longevity box incense case of Shenqiao, where can you see the moon? ?

The light he saw was...

Xia Qiao swallowed hard and opened his eyes again. I saw half of the pale face floating on the side of the incense table, silently lighting the red candle, the flame of the beans trembled without wind, emitting a gray-green light.

I...fuck...

Xia Qiao's scalp exploded and he rolled off the sofa, but there was no sound.

As the world was spinning, he wanted to wake up the uncles who stayed with him at night, but found that the temporary bunks were empty and no one was there.

It was as if he had always slept here alone.