Panguan

Xia Qiao had organized a funeral for his grandfather, so he could tell right away that the opera singer was exactly the same as the one invited to set up the stage in the funeral shed.

He subconsciously glanced at the remote control on the coffee table, but Lu Wenjuan's eyes were so good, she immediately said, Want to change the channel?

Xia Qiao immediately retracted his gaze, nodded his head, and said in a choked voice, Is there...cough, um, is there another station?

Lu Wenjuan said, Yes. Here, here you are.

She handed the remote control to Xia Qiao without hesitation, stood up and said, It's not easy for you to come here, is it? You must be hungry. I'll get you something to eat.

When Xia Qiao heard that he was going to eat here again, Xia Qiao was so moved that tears came down: You don't need to be so polite, Aunt Lu. We will leave immediately.

Why are you going? Lu Wenjuan said, I can't go because it's raining.

She glanced in the direction of the window, smiled at everyone, and said in a soft voice, If you can't leave, you can live here first. It just so happens that tomorrow...

She muttered the words after tomorrow in her throat, but no one could hear them clearly. Then she went out, and kindly... closed the door for them.

As soon as the door lock clicked, Xia Qiao went down the sofa: Brother, are we in the cage again?

Otherwise? Wen Shi said.

The probability is too high... Xia Qiao finally couldn't help it, and muttered, Is Conan possessed?

Who is possessed? He didn't understand when he heard it.

It's nothing, God of Death. Xia Qiao didn't talk too much, but asked, Were you also like this before?

Wen Shi: What kind?

Just... there are cages everywhere you go.

He frowned when he heard it: Of course not.

It is indeed strange to say that there are indeed many cages in this world, but they are not so many. It seems that if you choose any destination, you can be dragged into the cage.

And these two cages are a bit strange recently, even the steps of entering the cage heart are omitted.

Once is okay, twice is a bit too coincidental. It was as if instead of them looking for the cage, the cage was coming straight for them.

Did you do something? Wen Shi turned to look at Xie and asked.

Me? Xia Qiao and Lao Mao took another single seat. Xie Wen glanced around, and then sat down next to Wen Shi: Why did you get stuck on my head?

The road you led. Wen Shi said.

Xie Wen pointed to Lao Mao: He drives the car.

Lao Mao looked innocent, glanced at him when he heard it, and said to Xie Wen: He listens to you.

Even if this crime is nailed to death.

Xie Wen looked at him, and after a few seconds, he turned his face away and let out a broken smile.

This kind of expression and movement is so familiar that you can describe it with your eyes closed when you hear it. It will happen every time the other party has nothing to do with him, and then he will hear words such as no big or small, big rebellion and so on.

When he was a child, he was very happy to hear such words, which represented intimacy and pampering that others did not have. But then it changed...

With those unspeakable thoughts, he listened to these words again, and felt that there were other meanings in these words, as if every word reminded him not to presume, not to be delusional.

Don't be delusional...

When he saw Xie Wen laughing, he regretted what he said just now. Because he suddenly realized that these days, he actually had some kind of secret and vague expectation, and he was unconsciously trapped in that indescribable atmosphere, as if the other party actually knew, and even occasionally responded.

They didn't say a word, and it was tacit.

But in the final analysis, they are actually things that cannot be seen or touched, and they can be broken with a poke. As long as you ask a word, you can make him return to sobriety.

He didn't even have to speak, he was almost awake.

Brother? Xia Qiao called him suddenly.

When she heard it, she said um, and then raised her eyes to look at him.

What's the matter with you? Xia Qiao asked carefully.

What do you mean? Wen Shi frowned, not understanding what he said.

Xia Qiao opened his mouth, but before he could answer, another person replaced him and said the following words——

Xie Wen's deep voice rang in his ears, and said, He wanted to ask you why you were suddenly unhappy.

Wen Shi was stunned for a while, then turned his head and asked as if he didn't hear clearly: What did you say?

I said... Xie Wen paused, Why are you suddenly unhappy?

Even the phrase he wants to ask you is gone.

When I heard it, my heart moved, and after a long time, I said, I'm not unhappy.

...

But it may be difficult for him to wake up for a while.

Chapter 62 Dumplings

The babbling voice on the TV was really dark, Xia Qiao couldn't listen to it anymore, so he grabbed the remote control and adjusted the channel.

He thought that Lu Wenjuan was just talking, after all, the TV didn't look normal no matter what, he didn't expect that it actually changed the channel.

It's just that there was a rustling snow pattern in the interval between channel changes, and the sudden sound attracted the attention of several others.

I'll just give it a try. Xia Qiao felt that his actions were a bit silly, and explained in an embarrassing manner.

The newly changed channel is no longer an opera, but a TV series. The faces of the characters are still unclear, it is the kind of highly exposed whiteness, and it is still ghostly, but at least it is more normal than singing.

The TV is quite lively, although the face is blurred, but the outline and movement can be seen.