river bank, river bank

On the phone, Jiang An said that there was a courier that he wanted to go downstairs to pick up.

Bai San thought it was a surprise that Jiang An came back early.But I don't want to really have a courier.

He lay on Jiang An's body, and he didn't think about it. He listened to Jiang An's free hand to answer the phone, and hung up after a few words.

"It's downstairs." Jiang An's arms were surprisingly strong, and he was not affected at all. He picked up the glass and took a sip of water, and asked, "Going?"

No.

A three-and-a-half-year-old baby will get up angry after getting up, and will stay in bed for a while before getting up obediently.

Bai San shook his head, wrinkled his flat collar, and waited until Jiang An walked to the sofa, when he let go of his arms, he fell down, squatted down, and blinked.

"I'll wait for you at home."

Jiang An smiled helplessly, and raised his hand to touch his head.

When he came back again, Jiang An pushed in a cardboard box that was slightly shorter than Baisan. He was holding a beige box in his hand. It was small and had a vent on the top.

There were several low calls from far and near.

During the few minutes he left, Bai San quickly changed his clothes, was walking down the stairs, suddenly froze, and then looked out the window, after realizing that it was not the house he rented before him.

On the top floor, even if the residents walk in the neighborhood during the day and talk about their daily life, making a series of inexplicable noises, it is impossible to spread so far.

He suspected that he was hallucinating.

Going downstairs, Bai San approached and looked at the big cardboard box curiously.There are a few large characters printed on the surface of the carton, Shuxin Pet House.He now feels that he not only has auditory hallucinations, but also may have vision problems.

Judging from his observations during this period, Jiang'an's express delivery should be important documents and advanced equipment no matter how you think about it, and it has nothing to do with such a life-like thing.

However, before he could think about it, the white box that Jiang An casually put on top of the big cardboard box shook, and a thin cry came close to his ears.

Bai San shook violently, took a few steps back in an instant, stuck to the wall, dropped a small cotton mop in panic, and fell limply on the ground.

The cries continued, each quicker than the other, sounding like a child crying in the middle of the night, but clearer than a child's cry.

Bai San was so frightened that his whole body became stiff and his face turned pale. He shook his body and quickly raised his hand, pulled up the coat on the coat rack to wrap himself, turned his head and ran, calling Jiang An in a low voice, biting his lower lip, and opened his eyes wide. Eyes closed, about to cry.

There was a rustling sound, and the white box suddenly fell down. He frowned and looked back bitterly, calling Jiang An's name in his mouth, almost losing his voice, and his hands and feet felt cold.

At this moment, he bumped into Jiang An who was walking from behind.

Jiang An changed into a woolen sweater and home trousers, and when he went downstairs, he saw Baisan written all over his head to toe, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Did you see what's in there?"

Bai San shrank back behind Jiang An, holding his arm and not letting go, shaking his head feebly, his eyes didn't settle, and he looked around absently.

After making sure it was safe, he relaxed, opened his mouth slightly, and breathed heavily, his eyes blinked and blinked, with a glint of water, complaining aggrievedly.

"What the hell did you come back? That box will call, and you will scare me as soon as you leave. It's not friendly at all. Let's lock the box in the bathroom, shall we?"

Jiang An pulled his lips, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course." Bai San poked his head out from behind him, and by the way, stretched out a foot wearing a light blue white bear sock, and whispered with his cheek against his sleeve, "Thank you, Mr. Pick up that cotton mop?"

The cotton mop that was accidentally dropped was lying alone in front of the cardboard box with the white box.

Jiang An raised his eyebrows, paused for a few seconds, "The voice of the white box, did you find anything similar to it?"

"Yes!"

Bai San felt aggrieved, "Like a mixture of mice, green peppers, and farting bugs."

I don't like it.

Jiang An was dumb, with a smile on his lips, and pinched the back of his neck with his backhand, "Don't you take a look first?"

Bai San shook his head resolutely, swearing to the death that he would never take a step closer to the white box.

But it was also strange to say that after Jiang An came down, there was no sound from the white box, it was quiet.

Bai San looked at the little cotton mop on the ground, then looked up at the river bank, remembering the face he had already lost, and tried to get it back.

"Then I'll take a look, okay? You have to stay closer to me." He held Jiang An's arm tightly, tiptoed to Jiang An's ear and said carefully, as if he was afraid that the white box would hear.

Jiang An looked sideways and nodded, pressing the corners of his lips that could not help but look serious.

"The white box was sent by my friend, and it is temporarily stored here. I haven't seen what it looks like. Thanks to you, I found something strange. Let's go slowly and be careful."

Bai San withdrew half of his face full of timidity, pursed the corners of his lips, and muttered, "Actually, there isn't any." Legs, jump and jump.

Jiang An turned his face away and raised the corners of his lips. He coordinated with Bai San and slowly moved towards the little white box, like a snail slowly walking through the branches and leaves with a harbor on its back.

When he got under the table, he might have felt Bai San put on cotton mop and make a habitual click, and there was another cry from the small white box.

Bai San flinched, and immediately stopped, froze, with an innocent expression of "what did the little mushroom do wrong?"

Without leaving a trace, he slightly tightened his arms holding Jiang An, and moved back a little.

Jiang An cast a glance and suppressed a smile. He didn't know why, but felt that once he laughed, he would become an accomplice who bullied Little Mushroom with the guy in the white box who looked like a mouse, a green pepper, and a farting bug.

Under Bai San's gradually panic-stricken gaze, he tapped the small white box with his fingers, and the transparent lock popped open instantly with a weak but powerful cry.

A fluffy white puppy barked, and jumped out instantly with a step on its short legs.

Bai San, who was probing his small head, opened his eyes slightly, staring at him in a daze, unable to dodge in time, he was suddenly thrown on him.

The cheek was licked by the little milk dog's pink tongue, and it was a little itchy.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the place that had been licked by the puppy, it was wet, but he was still a little dazed, unable to recover.

Jiang An obviously didn't come into contact with small animals. He pinched the puppy's neck with one hand to prevent it from falling to the ground, and put one hand under the puppy's feet to let it step on it, like carrying a rabbit, but was kicked and kicked.

At this moment, he was condemning the innocent little milk dog with extremely indifferent eyes.

Bai San watched this scene, rubbed the tip of his sore nose, and suddenly smiled.