Wenshi couldn't read a smartphone, but he could understand human speech. After listening to the intermediary's voice, he waved to Xia Qiao, motioning for him to come closer.

Xia Qiao didn't know why, so he came over.

Wen Ge stood in front of Zhang Shuaibi and asked him a very soulful question in a cold and pleasant voice: "Is this like the phone calls in the past? Can the other party hear me when I speak like this?"

Xia Qiao: "..."

This generational gap has to be split.

Xia Qiao thought for a while, held the phone and called up the 9-key button and said: "Brother, you should treat it as a telegram."

Wen Shi understood. He straightened up, pointed at the screen and said, "Then you can send it to him at any time that is convenient."

Xia Qiao: "...I think it's not convenient for me."

He frowned when he smelled it.

Xia Qiao shrank his neck and said, "Brother, there are so many people today, so it's pretty good. You've never seen what our community looks like at night."

"What kind?"

"It's quite scary. I've lived here with my grandfather for more than ten years, and now I don't dare to go to the toilet alone at night, let alone go out."

"..."

Wen Shi remained expressionless for two seconds and asked Xia Qiao to get out.

He closed the bathroom door, grabbed the collar and pulled off the T-shirt, and his slim and beautiful waistline was revealed from the fabric. He thought unhappily, originally he planned to be a good person and fish for this unsatisfactory disciple. Now he feels that

...Otherwise this vein would be extinct.

By the time this autistic ancestor came out of the bath, Xia Qiao had already received two new groups of visitors, but Zhang Biling, the woman on the family tree, had not yet left.

She was standing in front of the entrance hall talking to Xia Qiao, holding her son who spoke freely with one hand.

"Mr. Shen is going up the mountain tomorrow, right?" Zhang Biling asked.

"Yeah." Xia Qiao nodded.

"What time is it?"

"We set off at 6:30 in the morning. Are you coming?" Xia Qiao asked politely.

She stared at Shen Qiao's portrait and said softly: "At 6:30? Hey, I may have something to do, but if I have time, I still want to send it off. It's not easy for the old man. Before -"

In the past, this vein was very powerful, but there were few people. It is a pity that we have ended up in this situation now.

Xia Qiao had heard this so many times that he knew it by heart. However, Zhang Biling was better. He stopped as soon as he started and smiled awkwardly and apologetically at Xia Qiao.

Perhaps to make up for it, she said to Xia Qiao: "You are very clean. We rarely see such clean people. Be good in the future."

After saying that, she patted her son's back, frowned and whispered, "Make three bows, hurry up!"

The son, who was probably in the second stage of rebellion, threw her hand away, bowed his neck reluctantly, and had a perfunctory attitude. The last one was almost nothing, and he pushed the door open and left.

Zhang Biling had no choice but to say hello in a hurry and catch up.

Xia Qiao closed the door and walked back confused. When he looked up and saw Wen, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Wen, why is he bowing to me?"

"Because he said something he shouldn't have said to you. If he doesn't bow to you properly, there will be great harm." Wen Shi pursed his lips towards the portrait of the ancestor in the distance.

"Oh, it means that Grandmaster doesn't-"

When hearing: "..."

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

"Um."

Wen Shi mopped his wet hair and said after a moment: "Actually, there are many people who say he had a bad death. It's just a fact. It doesn't matter. Don't be crazy enough to say it to the portrait, especially don't burn incense.

Say it when.”

Xia Qiao asked carefully: "Why?"

Wenshi raised his head, threw the used towel on the back of the chair, stared at Xia Qiao with his dark eyes and said softly: "Because he will hear it."

Xia Qiao: "..."

He was stunned for a while, and he quickly rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and his voice became weak: "He is not..."

Already dead?

Shen Qiao once told him that the path that Grandmaster Ye Chen Bu Cui had cultivated was the most perfect one. It was free from obstacles, ruthless and fearless. It didn't sound like a human being anyway. It was very powerful, but it ended badly.

What a bad idea, he was too young to understand it, probably because he would never be reincarnated or something like that.

Xia Qiao became more and more frightened as he thought about it, looking around as if the Patriarch was floating beside him.

When I heard about it, I looked at his cowardly look and two words popped out: "Go out."

***

Around 9 o'clock in the evening, no new guests came in. A few players put away their suonas and gongs, lit cigarettes and chatted by the window in the backyard.

Xia Qiao turned on the fire in the kitchen, and drank a few bowls of dragon beard noodles with the bone soup that he had simmered before. He also cut some diced smoked ham and burnt red bacon, neatly stacked them on the noodles, and sprinkled green onions on them. Flowers, inviting them to come and eat.

This was the first real meal that Wen Shi had after waking up. Although he said he was hungry, he didn't move his chopsticks.

Xia Qiao almost thought he had made a mistake, so he tasted it carefully and found that the soup was fresh and thick, the meat was charred and fragrant, and the noodles were chewy and chewy.

The drummers snored and drank a bowl of noodles. They wiped their mouths and said thanks, then went to smoke and chat. Xia Qiao then asked: "Brother Wen, aren't you hungry?"

"I don't really eat this." Wen Shi replied.

Xia Qiao thought he was picky about food and was about to ask a few more questions. When he heard this, he glanced towards the window and said, "Aren't they leaving?"

"You mean those gentlemen who play the suona and the gongs?"

Wenshi: "Why?"

Xia Qiao blushed and hesitantly said: "There is a night vigil for the funeral. I am the only one in the Shen family. I don't dare to sleep at night, so I spent a little more money to invite these uncles to stay with me."

After saying that, he found Wen Shi looking at him with an expressionless look, and then gave him a thumbs up, half mockingly and half speechless.

Xia Qiao was afraid of being scolded, so he immediately boasted and said, "I've invited you all, and it's only the last night left anyway. But I think I'll sleep well tonight. With Brother Wen here, what else do I have to fear?" !No."

When he heard this, he just glanced at him and said with unclear meaning: "Then remember this sentence."

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

The sound was miserable and harsh, like a baby crying, but the tone was longer, sometimes very far away, and then very close again. The neighborhood was submerged in the thick night.

Xia Qiao opened his eyes and vaguely saw a patch of light. He vaguely thought about why the moon was glowing green today.

A few seconds later, he suddenly became excited.

During the night vigil, he did not sleep in the bedroom, but in the living room. Facing the room, facing the longevity box and incense table in Shenqiao, where could he see the moon?

Then the light he saw was...

Xia Qiao swallowed dryly and opened his eyes again. He saw half a pale human face floating beside the incense table, silently lighting a red candle. The flame trembled without wind and glowed with gray-green light.

I...fuck...

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

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

It was as if he had always slept here alone.

Xia Qiao almost went crazy. He rolled and crawled to stand up, but his legs had no strength at all.

He kicked several times! While struggling, a cold object suddenly tapped the back of his head.

Xia Qiao opened his voice and never died again, like a screaming chicken that had been stepped on by ten thousand feet. Until someone forced something into his mouth and a cold voice said in his ear

:"Do you want to die?"

This sound...

Xia Qiao's fingers were trembling and his nose was flaring. He stared for several seconds before turning his head. When he saw this, he held the lighter in one hand and clamped his scratching hand with the other. He had a posture of "If you move again, I will set fire to it."

.

The air froze for a long time, and Xia Qiao finally realized that the person who had just stood beside the incense table and lit the candle without saying a word was this ancestor.

After understanding this, he shed tears for the rest of his life...

Really crying.

When he heard this, he frowned and warned, "I'll throw you out if I ask again." Then he took off the white linen filial piety cloth from his mouth.

Xia Qiao cried and said: "Brother, I am pointing out your courage. Why are you going to the battle in person to haunt me? Can't you sleep well?"

"..."

When I heard it, I stuffed the cloth back again.

He picked up Xia Qiao and suddenly asked in a confused manner: "Do you want to know what it means when people always say you are clean?"

Xia Qiao was halfway crying but didn't understand what he meant: "Ouch?"

When Wen Shi said, "I'll let you see it once."
To be continued...