Panguan

The movement was so loud that Shen Manyi was stunned.

The screaming and crying stopped suddenly, and the menacing black mist was almost still at that moment, floating around Wen Shi like a cloud.

The whole room was in a mess, the bed, the sofa, the piano... Almost all the heavy objects were shaken and moved, except for a few clothes hangers in the corners that had a support, and they were still standing.

He raised the back of his hand when he heard it, and wiped away a bloodstain drawn by the black mist on the side of his face. He glanced around, looking for Shen Manyi's body.

Over there. His shoulder was patted lightly, Xie Wen pointed to a certain corner and said.

Hearing this, he froze for a moment, his first reaction was to be surprised that Xie Wen was still standing here, and didn't hide under the wings of the roc.

But in the next second, he was distracted by what he saw.

Where Xie Wen pointed, the sofa squeezed by Zhou Xu, Xia Qiao, and Sun Siqi was almost crushed on the twisted and raised floor.

In the silence, the floor creaked a few times before finally collapsing under the weight. So the sofa also crashed to the ground,

Because of the violent shock, a yellow color suddenly appeared in the gap under the sofa. Like someone's clothes slipped off.

When she smelled it, she recognized it at a glance, it was Shen Manyi's skirt.

The room fell into dead silence again, and the little Shen Manyi stood in front of Wen Shi, looking at the sofa motionlessly. Wen Shi frowned, and was about to shake out another puppet string to pull the sofa, but heard Xie Wen say in a warm voice: Stop pulling, I'll do it.

The room was full of broken wooden boards and shattered glass shards, Xie Wen stepped on those wolves, but his steps were very steady.

He lifted the pale cloth, and the cloth smelled of dust that had accumulated for a long time. He half-bent, reached out and removed the heavy sofa cushion, revealing the round eyes of the little girl under the cushion.

She was folded and stuffed into the square wooden frame under the sofa, with her arms hugging her knees, curled up in an extremely insecure posture.

The degree of corruption was worse than what they saw Shen Manyi, and it was almost impossible to distinguish her appearance.

The goose-yellow bow was clutched tightly in her hand. It was indeed beautiful, a style that little girls would like, but it was bloody and bloody, and exuded an unpleasant smell.

But Xie Wen didn't frown, nor did he cough against the tip of his nose like he usually does.

He just looked down, then pulled the bow out. The moment the finger Buddha swept across, the mottled flesh and blood disappeared, and the bowknot suddenly became clean, with only a light layer of gray on it.

Xie Wen straightened up and walked back in the direction of Shen Manyi and Wen Shi.

The sofa behind him was old, and it had carried a little girl for too many years, and it finally fell apart with the sound of breaking. The mass of torso wrapped in shabby dresses tumbled out.

At the same time that the body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, Xie Wen stretched out his hand when he saw Wen Shi, blocking the eyes of the little girl in front of him.

He suddenly remembered a certain cage many years ago, it was also full of desolation, but it was much farther and quieter than this one.

It should be close to evening, and there is a dim golden red everywhere, like blood that has not retreated.

When I heard it, my hand was wrapped with a snow-white silk ribbon made locally, the base of the fingers was tightly wrapped, and the end was pulled and hung loosely. He was tall and his hair was tied up meticulously. Even though his robe and silk belt were stained with blood and flesh, he looked clean.

When Xie Wen went over, he saw that he was blindfolded by an old man, his eyes were drooping and his lips were pursed, covering the winding river of blood, he was calm and reliable.

At that moment, Xie Wen finally realized that the person he covered his eyes and protected when he was a child has grown into a mountain of frost and snow.

Chapter 38 Jumping off the building

Shen Manyi felt that there was a touch of whiteness in front of her eyes. It was a beautiful hand with clean white cotton threads hanging from her fingers, and it swept across the tip of her nose lightly.

That hand didn't cover her face directly, didn't touch her skin, but blocked her eyes by a few millimeters, hanging steadily, without shaking at all.

She remembered that Mr. Li, who taught, said that this is called etiquette and propriety.

They always didn't understand before, and the sisters and sisters chased and played around, pulling their braids and skirts, like a group of little lunatics. Every time, Mr. Li would take these two words out and talk for a long time, and finally shook his head and said: Forget it, forget it, you will understand when you are a few years older.

It's a pity that she has always been this big and never grew up.

Shen Manyi blinked, and suddenly said: Your online has a smell, it smells good.

The person behind had no intention of coaxing the child, and his tone was not enthusiastic, so he replied, What.

Even questions are like declarative sentences, as if you can answer them or not.

The little girl thought about it seriously: The smell of my home.

The person behind said silently for a few seconds: Your family took it.

Little girl: ...

She didn't actually mean it that way, but she was too young to express it. She wasn't even sure if the smell was from the thread or the hands.

She sniffed a few more times, but couldn't smell it. Looking back, it's like the cold winter wind blowing through the back garden.

She used to like to go there to play. Uncle Qi set up a swing there. On both sides are a kind of goose-yellow flower that looks like a butterfly, and it also looks like rabbit ears. That's how Mama Cai tied the bow.