Chapter 320
"Use a bathtub—" Chen Bu paused for a moment, and switched to the most common saying nowadays: "—bathtub, in this case, just soaking your hands is useless, and it doesn't matter if you don't soak for a long time."
Xia Qiao: "... where's the head?"
Chen Bubu: "Let's have a drink together, well-proportioned, some people are afraid of being ugly since childhood."
Wen Shi: "???"
"That medicine..."
"It's all upstairs, let Lao Mao find it all in a while."
"old……"
old hair?
But Lao Mao is no longer there.
Everyone was taken aback when they heard this, especially Zhang Biling.
We all know that Golden-winged Dapeng Lao Mao is an untouchable puppet. Once the dust is not recovered, the puppet can also see the sun again. But even so, you have to use the puppet line first——
Before Zhang Biling had any questions, he reacted...
That's right, the ancestors didn't use puppet threads at all if they didn't know how to pinch puppets.
As soon as she realized this, there was movement upstairs.
It was a footstep that was not too heavy, and because he was too lazy to lift his foot, it made a light rustling sound on the floor.
Zhang Biling had heard such footsteps before, and Xia Qiao was even more familiar with them.
Every time Lao Mao went up and down the stairs in Xiping Garden, or went to and from the rooms of the Shen family villa, there would be such quiet movements.
In fact, it stands to reason that it is easy for a puppet to be silent. On the contrary, such footsteps are deliberate - in order not to scare people, in order to be more energetic and more like a living thing.
And only years of deliberate effort can form this kind of characteristic footsteps like people.
Listening to the footsteps, Zhang Biling couldn't understand for a while why he had to practice this kind of movement after following the puppet that the patriarch could not reach.
Before she could figure it out, Xia Qiao had already run out of the house.
"Old Uncle Mao?!" He stood in the living room on the first floor, looking towards the building with his neck hooked.
"Don't yell, I heard you, I'm getting medicine." A voice came from upstairs.
Really old!
Xia Qiao saw a figure landed on the handrail of the building, moved from the left room to the right room, and something was put down.
In the next second, he heard the flapping of wings.
A shadow like an owl hawk swept down from the building, flew across his eyes, and swept into the room obliquely. The wings and feathers spread like a fan, faintly flowing gold.
It circled around the room and landed firmly on Wen Shi's shoulder.
Just like every day in Songyun Mountain.
It said in an unpleasing voice: "Generally speaking, the reason why the body doesn't grow big is because the body is too weak and the spirit is too weak to support—"
In the middle of Lao Mao's speech, the bird's eyes glanced at Wen Shi's fingers.
On the ancestor's miniature fingers, there is still a puppet thread wound around someday, with residual blood. Things like puppet threads can best reflect the puppet master's subconscious and spiritual strength. The weaker it is, the stiffer the puppet line. On the contrary, the stronger the puppet line, the more flexible it is.
And Wen Shi's puppet thread seemed to be alive, shaking unyieldingly, trying to rush out with claws and teeth. But before he had time to escape, he was silently held down by Wen Shi.
? It's a silent struggle.
Lao Mao's position is unique, and he happened to have a panoramic view of Wen Shi's little movements, and he couldn't say anything before he finished speaking.
"..."
Spiritually weak bird.
This trick also fools the big fool.
Lao Mao didn't analyze any more, and said in a non-fluctuating tone and quacking bird voice: "The medicine is found, go soak your bath—"
Who are you scaring!
Chapter 113 Recovery
Lao Mao's bird-like voice startled everyone back to their senses.
Xia Qiao slapped his forehead and said, "Oh yes, medicine bath! Bathtub! Wait for me!"
With more and more familiar figures at home, he finally transitioned into a happy state, just like a person who is slow to realize, lost and recovered. At first he wanted to cry, but now he really wants to laugh.
It was a kind of excitement that accumulated slowly, so much so that speaking had a feeling of bouncing. When he ran into the bathroom, he was in a hurry. He reached out to grab the door frame and didn't hit anything.
"Be careful—" Zhang Biling reminded. After she finished speaking, she herself had an uncontrollable smile, and muttered: "It's good."
People came back one by one, and everything was fine.
Xia Qiao went into the bathroom, excitedly going to turn on the water. Only when my hand touched the faucet did I realize that the bathtub has been used only a handful of times. Mainly concentrated in the two years when I first moved here.
When he was young, he preferred soaking in the bathtub to showering. Put full water on it often, try to relax your limbs without moving, and let yourself float on the water. Of course... basically all end in failure.
Thinking about it now, it's not only silly, but also a little scary, thanks to grandpa's tolerance.
After that stage, he lost interest in such foolishness and found it easier and easier to take a shower. Haven't used the bathtub since.
Then the question arises——
A bathtub that has been used for many years and has not been used again, how can it be hygienic to meet the standard, and put his brother in it under the gaze of the patriarch?
Xia Qiao lay on the side of the bathtub for a while, thinking he might as well turn himself in.
"Brother—" he called out.
***
When I heard it, I heard Xiaoqiao's cry, but he didn't answer.
He was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, with the
Chen Bubu looked at each other, and was earnestly implementing a strategy called "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move."