Madam, let's steam buns together

Ling Checheng's whole body was covered with soot, and he looked very embarrassed at first glance, but the unruliness in his bones made people think that the embarrassment was just an illusion.

The attendant accompanied Ling Checheng to put out the fire and look for someone, but when he turned around, Ling Checheng was gone, completely exhausted.

Back in time before the fire broke out, Ling Checheng had just left the audience area below the stage. Zhang Huaruo had no interest in opera, so in order to cooperate with Luo Waner, he sat quietly under the stage and waited for the start of the play, secretly observing the surrounding situation.

This kind of noisy place is the best place for accidents to happen.

Behind the auditorium is a small temple room dedicated to gods and Buddhas. Outside the temple, there are some shelves for inserting incense candles. Now they are almost filled with burning incense candles, so the air is filled with a smell of burning oil wax .

In this strong smell of smoke, no matter how strong the nose is, it cannot distinguish other similar smells.

The stage was covered with a red cloth blanket, which blocked the view. People sitting directly in front of the stage could not see what was going on inside. Usually, children would sneak into it and play around, but now it was lunch time, and they were waiting here to prepare Most of the people watching the show are old people, and there are no children for the time being.

Besides the smell of joss sticks, the air seems to be getting hotter?

Zhang Huaruo is sitting in the front row. The seats here are not crowded and the ventilation is good. Logically speaking, there should not be a stuffy feeling. Zhang Huaruo looked at the bottom of the stage and quickly looked away at Ling Jingxuan. Jing Xuan frowned at the bottom of the stage, obviously he also felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Afterwards, what happened in the blink of an eye, the flames shot out from under the stage in an instant, just in the direction of Luo Wan'er, so caught off guard, it ignited the inflammables in the first row of seats, and also ignited Luo Wan'er skirt angle.

Ling Jingxuan was the first to react, and quickly stepped on the fire at the corner of Luo Wan'er's skirt, pulled Luo Wan'er up and was about to go out, remembering that she still had two sons, Ling Jingxuan held Zhang Huaruo, and told the attendants: "You two hurry to find the second young master."

The fire came suddenly and violently, even a bit unimaginable, Zhang Huaruo was really startled, he stayed where he was and was bumped by the panicked people a few times, he didn't come back to himself until Ling Jingxuan grabbed his arm.

The surrounding crowd was too chaotic and crowded, and everyone was running out. It was really difficult for them to stay together, and they were scattered after a while. Zhang Huaruo couldn't see who was around, but could only feel that there was something wrong with him. Someone held his hand tightly and never let go.

Finally, the people around him dispersed and they were no longer crowded like before, and their movements were no longer restricted. Zhang Huaruo looked around and saw that he was pushed to the door of a room because the door was sunken into the surrounding walls. Only by not being hit by the crowd again can he have a temporary chance to breathe.

The feeling of being tightly grasped by his hand has not disappeared, Zhang Huaruo thought that the hand that was holding him was Ling Jingxuan's hand: "Master Ling, can you loosen..."

When he saw clearly who was beside him at this time, Zhang Huaruo couldn't hide his surprise: "... Mrs. Luo?"

It was safe for the time being, Luo Wan'er let go of the five fingers that had been holding Zhang Huaruo's arm tightly, showing a worried and loving face: "I didn't scratch you, did you get hurt?"

Zhang Huaruo shook his head. He searched for Ling Jingxuan and Ling Checheng in the crowd, but he didn't see any of them. He was thinking about what to do next when the door behind him opened.

Ever since I met Lingche City outside at noon today, Ye Duyao didn't dare to stay with the theater troupe. He is quite popular in this place, so he discussed with the owner of this room to live here temporarily, out of sight and out of mind. After falling asleep, he didn't have to worry about it. He tried his best to fall asleep, but he was awakened by the noise outside.

I don't know what happened outside. From the window, I can only see the crowd running. Ye Duyao opened the door to find someone to ask. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, a familiar face appeared in front of him: "Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Huaruo was also a little surprised: "Han Shuang, why are you here?"

Ye Duyao didn't recognize Luo Wan'er, and didn't know that she was Ling Checheng's mother, but he had heard a little about Zhang Huaruo's recent situation, and knew that Zhang Huaruo was now involved with Qianling Villa, and being involved with Qianling Villa meant being involved with Lingchecheng. Being involved, Ye Duyao's subconscious reaction was to take half a step back to hide in the shadow of the door, and glance around defensively.

Zhang Huaruo looked around behind him and didn't see any suspicious people. He was puzzled by Ye Duyao's little action just now, but he didn't ask. There is already a certain distance from the stage where the fire broke out. Zhang Huaruo felt that it was better to stay in the house after the injury: "Can we go in first?"

Ye Duyao hesitated, but finally agreed, and let Zhang Huaruo and Luo Wan'er come in sideways, and then quickly closed the door.

Luo Wan'er was a little concerned about Ye Duyao's act of closing the door, but she didn't show it.

Ye Duyao vaguely heard someone calling for fire, and there was a choking smell of smoke in the air: "Is there a fire somewhere?"

Zhang Huaruo told him, "The stage is there."

The reason why Ye Duyao followed this troupe was because the troupe owner was a relative of Ye Duyao. He didn't spend much time with the people in the troupe, but he could already feel the warmth here. Very good, when Ye Duyao heard that the stage was on fire, Ye Duyao panicked instantly: "The fire is huge?"

Zhang Huaruo nodded again, Ye Duyao said nothing, opened the door anxiously and ran in the direction of the stage, Zhang Huaruo wanted to chase Ye Duyao to stop him, but Luo Wan'er held him back.

Luo Wan'er disagreed with Zhang Huaruo's approach: "We just came out of there, so we should not go back. You are not in good health and have smoked so much smoke. Now you should think about yourself first. He must have friends around There, I will pay attention to my own safety, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Ye Duyao had already run far away, there was no point in catching up with him at this time, Zhang Huaruo sat back at the table and drank two sips of tea to suppress his shock.

He vaguely felt that this matter was planned by Luo Wan'er, but the fire was directly aimed at her.

It was Luo Wan'er who sent someone to do it, so the risk was too great, if there was a little carelessness, the fire would directly ignite Luo Wan'er's whole body, causing burns and disfigurement at the slightest, and death at worst.

No matter how ruthless Luo Wan'er is, she will not be so ruthless to herself.

At this moment, with the help of everyone, the fire on the other side of the stage gradually became smaller. There was too much smoke, which stained the eyebrows and eyes of everyone present. Ye Duyao was helping to put out the fire, and asked everyone if he saw the people in the troupe. .

When the fire was really extinguished, Ye Duyao had already got the news he wanted to know most. Most of the people in the troupe were safe and sound, which gave him a lot of peace of mind, but...

"Where's Ah Ya?"

There is only A Ya in the troupe. If anyone sees A Ya, they will definitely have an impression, but no one seems to say that they have seen A Ya, which makes Ye Duyao very worried. He calls A Ya's name, hoping to get A Ya's love. respond.

By the way, A Ya used to hide in that place if he wanted to hide from people, and this time is no exception. Before the fire, he must hide there.

...But that place happened to be the most severely burned place.

Ye Duyao looked towards the stage, worried that he would not find A Ya, but also worried that he would see A Ya there.

It was precisely when Ling Checheng saw a suspicious figure walking into the crumbling stage that he suddenly left his spot and followed

Ye Duyao didn't see A Ya under the stage, but he saw some fruit pits on the ground behind the fixed pillar in the middle, which were the snacks that A Ya had been clamoring to buy in the market, which meant that in A Ya During the time after Ya came back, A Ya did stay in this place. Judging from the number of fruit pits on the ground, A Ya should have spent a cup of tea here.

The fire started to burn from the front. The stage at the back is relatively intact, but it can barely support it and keep it in a state of support. Whenever the outside world exerts a small force on it, it may happen two times. landslide.

Ye Duyao was bending over and moving carefully under the stage, trying to find out if there were any other clues here, when his arm accidentally touched a pillar that had been burnt to the side, and the middle of the wooden pillar instantly turned into a pile of ashes. The wooden board it was supporting wobbled for a moment, and in the next second, the whole piece tilted and fell down.

Ye Duyao subconsciously squatted on the ground and hugged his head, ready to bear the pain, but the pain he imagined from being hit by the wooden plank did not appear.

A familiar low-pitched voice came from above: "Hey, how long are you going to squat there with your eyes closed? If you don't go out, I really can't bear it."

Ye Duyao opened his eyes, and suddenly saw that Ling Checheng had blocked the part of the collapsed plank for him, and he didn't know how to react for a moment, so he could only stare stupidly.

Ling Che rolled his eyes at him: "If you really don't want to leave, I'll let you go?"

"Ah? Oh, right away, right away." Ye Duyao quickly climbed out of that area, and before he could turn around after leaving the stage, he heard the sound of a collapse coming from behind. As the planks collapsed and hit the ground, a choking cloud of dust was raised, and nothing could be seen.

Ye Duyao is not a heartless person. Ling Checheng had just rescued him, and he subconsciously worried about Lingchecheng's safety. He didn't let go of his suspense until he saw Lingchecheng come out safe and sound.

Seeing Ye Duyao's worried eyes, Ling Checheng smiled: "Don't worry, I'm not you. If this thing hits me, I won't be in the slightest."

Seeing that Ling Checheng was not injured at all, Ye Duyao naturally didn't want to talk nonsense with Ling Checheng anymore, and left quickly, Ling Checheng hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled him: "No way, I just saved you, so I don't ask you to die Xiang Xu, it’s always okay to say thank you.”

Ye Duyao said coldly: "Thank you. May I go?"

"..." Ling Checheng showed a hurt expression, his expression was gloomy, "Do you hate me that much? Hiss."

Ling Checheng took a deep breath, and pressed his left hand to his right shoulder, where it seemed that he was really injured.

Ye Duyao wanted to leave, but seeing Ling Checheng like this, he didn't want to leave or not, and after struggling for a long time, he finally asked, "You?"

"It's okay, I guess it's just a little bit of skin."

Ling Checheng said it lightly, but it would definitely not be a minor injury to make Ling Checheng show a pained expression, but the current situation can't guarantee whether Ling Checheng is deliberately pretending to be hurt to deceive him.

Forget it, whether it is true or not, you can tell at a glance in the past.

Ye Duyao stayed temporarily, and he walked towards Lingchecheng to see the wound on the back of Lingchecheng, but Lingchecheng took a step back and refused Ye Duyao's approach.

Ye Duyao looked puzzled, he didn't know that Ling Checheng was deliberately pretending to be in pain just now, Ling Checheng was not injured at all, and he wanted to see Ye Duyao's reaction on a whim, but now he looked at Ye Duyao with worried eyes, Ling Checheng didn't want Ye Duyao to see his back intact.

The other party didn't like to talk to him in the first place, if he knew that he was lying to him again, he might really lose his face later.

Ling Che stepped back and glanced around twice, seeing that there was just a piece of wood on the wooden pillar a few steps behind him, and he suddenly had a plan in his mind.

The worry in Ye Duyao's eyes has gradually turned into suspicion: "Ling Checheng, you are not lying to me, are you?"

Ling Checheng turned his head, deliberately pretending to be indifferent and arrogant: "Yes, I'm just lying to you, I've said it all, I don't have anything to do, so you don't need to care about it."

This trick of retreating into advance really worked, and Ye Duyao didn't leave: "Then let me take a look at your back. If it's really all right, I'll turn around and leave. I will never say another word of nonsense to you."

Ling Checheng's left hand had been quietly behind his back at some point, and before Ye Duyao strode over, he clamped a sharp piece of wood between his fingers, laughing at himself what the hell he was doing, and at the same time determined to implement this impromptu thought Method.

The sharp splinters stabbed firmly into the back of Ling Checheng's right shoulder, instantly bringing out a patch of bright red blood, soaking through the clothes on the back.