Chapter 327
Too bad it never worked out.
Every time the puppet thread is thrown out, it will be hooked by the opponent's hand when it seems that it will not touch the dust. While laughing and denouncing "rebellion", he used a puppet thread to drag the person in front of him, wrapped it around a few times like tying rice dumplings, and even tied a bow on purpose.
Then it will become a struggle between Wen Shi and his puppet line.
When I was a child, I heard that it took several hours to untie the puppet thread. After untying, my face turned red and sweat broke out. In this way, he didn't learn the lesson, and dared to do it in a few days.
Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.
Has been fighting until now.
"It's okay to have a donkey temper when I was young." Chen Dao put the puppet thread in his hand, and said in a low voice: "It's intentional when I grow up."
Wen Shi bent his legs, and his ankles, which were tangled with puppet threads, sank into his robes.
"...No." He licked his dry lower lip, without raising his eyes.
At that time, the old Mao outside the house waited for a long time, and felt that he could speak, knocked on the door and was about to come in: "Xia Zhao boiled the water, or—"
"Don't open the door."
When I heard it, I subconsciously felt that the full bed could not see anyone, and as soon as I moved my finger, I heard a "bang!", and the door that was just opened a crack slammed back in an instant.
Lao Mao was slapped squarely by the door, and ran away flapping his wings angrily.
Wen Shi didn't care about those movements, he flexed his joints, and all the tangled puppet threads were gathered back, and they were wrapped around the base of his fingers honestly, and he couldn't see what they looked like before.
He fastened his long clothes again, wiped away the traces of the medicinal oil, and tied up his hair meticulously. It was cleaned up in an instant, and it was almost impossible to see what happened here last night.
The reason why he said "almost" was because when he got off the bed and was about to walk out the door, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a red mark on the side of Chen Bubu's neck, where the neckline couldn't cover it.
...
It was bitten out when he was extremely impatient last night.
When I heard it: "..."
He jumped up and said "I'm going to wash up" and was about to leave in a hurry.
But just two steps away, a hand patted on the shoulder: "Wait a minute."
When he heard it, he turned around, Chen Bu lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, and said with a smile: "Snowman, good morning."
***
Lao Mao flew around twice to vent his anger, and as soon as he fell back to the ground, he saw the dusty door being pushed open from the inside, and a white figure with a blue waistband came out of the room.
His long hair was tied high, his shoulders were straight and straight, and his expression was not deep. When he walked past people, the hem of his white robe was swept away by the wind, like a wisp of cloud passing by around the mountain.
When he passed by the crowd, he paused, said "Morning" in a deep voice, then entered the lush pine forest and swept down the mountain road.
Then Chen Bubu also walked to the door, wearing a red burqa, leaning against the door lazily. He raised his hand to block the not annoying sunlight, then smiled and watched the white shadow circle the mountain wall.
He turned to Lao Mao and Xiao Zhao and said, "Morning."
...
At that moment, Lao Mao was a little stunned.
It's like the mulberry field and the blue sea, things are different from people, but the green pines and flowing clouds in the mountains are still the same as back then.
Eternal and constant, never changing.
Chapter 116 Descendants
The truth in the world is like this, when there is suffering, there will be prosperity and decline.
When Songyun Mountain and the Shen family's villa returned to the past, the Zhang family's main residence in Xihuan was a different scene——
Before, because the house collapsed overnight, the place of Zhangjia Nong frequently appeared in the local news in Ningzhou. Initial claims that the cause of the collapse was unknown sparked a wave of discussion and speculation. It was later explained to be a gas explosion, and it was quickly submerged in the daily flood of messages.
It seems that suddenly, no one can remember this matter.
Only when passing by there, people have a vague impression. Because the patch of scattered Chinese-style houses is now missing a large piece, like a sudden and ugly scar,
"Sister Lan, what are you going to do with that ruin?" Dadong asked.
The person by the window crossed his elbows, fiddled with his long nails painted with dark green oil glue, stared at the floor tiles in a daze, without saying a word.
"Sister Lan?" Dadong called out again, but saw that the other party didn't respond. He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, "Sister Lan!"
"Huh?!" Zhang Lan snapped back to his senses, "What?"
"I mean——" Dadong asked: "What about the ruins next to it? It's not a problem after it's been hanging out for many days. Should it be restored to its original state, or should it be cleared out to do something else?"
Zhang Lan raised his eyes.
The ruins were right behind her yard. From this window, one could see the rockery fish pond, the artificial bamboo forest, and a corner of the main house where the bells were hung.
Now those things no longer exist, only ruins remain.
Apart from talking about it, it is mainly ugly-it reminds everyone who sees it, what happened to the Zhang family.
Even other families and junior members of the Zhang family would be a little embarrassed, let alone Zhang Lan.
This window is right where she lives, and you can't see it when you look down.
Dadong glanced at Zhang Lan's face, thinking that this aunt might not feel well.
In fact, the entire Zhang family has not been having a good time recently.
Because of the relationship between the ancestor Zhang Daiyue, the momentum of the Zhang family plummeted and fell to the lowest point.
before
Unrelated people turn seventeen or eighteen corners and say "I belong to the Zhang family", and now even some juniors in the same family are a little bit reluctant to open their mouths.