[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

Tell Wang Meng to watch over you and don't leave the antique shop within a radius of ten meters, or I'll fire him instead of you! Seeing what else he wanted to say, I took a deep breath and said to him, "Wu Xie, do you still remember the tomb under the sea in Xisha?"I thought you could find out that I'm not such a persistent person, so what if I don't have a past?dead, so what?The green forest hero knelt down for 20 years and became a hero again. I am better than them, and I was resurrected with full blood in 10 minutes.

"I thought I could get a big deal for free. Of course I didn't want to let go, but if I want to exchange for my flawless glass body by hurting you... then forget it. I think I am a mud A pinched body is pretty good, but we can't enjoy Nezha's pink and tender lotus root body that snaps off when you break it. Well, I'm serious."

Wu Xie looked at me for a long time, then held my hand.

I was a little confused, so I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

"Charge it while it still has power."

>>>044 train

>>> I promise.

Although Wu Xie has been very competent in making the charger for nearly a whole month, it is a pity that my battery that has been flooded with water is an unsupportable bucket. It leaks faster than it can be charged, and my heart rate decays day by day. A stone thrown into a calm lake will eventually return to calm after the initial ripples.

The one who is most happy about this is the auntie cleaner who has been running out of bounds for a long time. When she was sorting out the trash can, she finally stopped staring at her vigilantly with the vigilant eyes of "did something murder happen here yesterday?" we have.You must know that a few days ago, the trash can was full of bloody aunt's towels every day, ah, no, it was Wang Meng with blood, and it was wrong, it was tissue paper with blood.

"It's scary to see you doing radio exercises with a weird smile every morning when you open your eyes," Wu Xie yawned, turning over to touch the notebook.I don't know if it's an occupational disease or something, but I found that he has a habit of checking his e-mail every day after waking up and before going to bed.Hehe, next time I change his mailbox skin to 3D Sadako, it will scare him to death.

I continued to move my increasingly rigid limbs.Say to him in the tone of "you don't understand, I don't care about you": "A day's plan is in the morning. I love sports and life. If you lie in the hospital bed for two months, you will be overwhelmed by you."

"It's because the morning light is so beautiful that we have to do something meaningful, right? Why don't we continue our topic yesterday, I think he is Mediterranean, just like 'Professor Zhang', I think that's his true face .”

Oh, it is necessary to mention that the topics we discussed are very jumpy. Six days ago, it was "Since the side effect of the bronze tree is memory loss, do you think Zhang Qiling has ever climbed the tree?" Five days ago, it was "He is 20 years ago. The one who climbed out of the undersea tomb was climbed before being picked up by Chen Pi Asi", four days ago was "Why did he climb the tree", and three days ago it was "What wish he might have made after gaining the ability" Two days ago, it was "Is Zhang Qiling so handsome because he hypnotizes himself in front of the mirror every day to confuse everyone", and yesterday was "Guess Zhang Qiling's true face".

As for why the topic went from a serious discussion all the way to such a strange diversion, the reason is of course that what happened in Dou Li that day was always a thorn in my heart, and I couldn't beat Zhang Qiling, so I had to take advantage of this kind of verbal Belittle him a bit for twisted pleasure.As for Wu Xie, he has always advocated that "Because life is short, every second must be lived meaningfully. For me, the meaning of life is not to achieve any achievements, nor to make a lot of money, or even to live a fulfilling life. I just want to be happy." In his view, this is the same as ordinary people gossip about celebrities' scandals after dinner. Anyway, they are just some harmless jokes. I like it. He has nothing to do, and it just hits it off.

So, both of us were cheap and happy, and poor Zhang Qiling was about to be hacked by us.

>>>>>>

When my heart rate dropped to once a minute, Wang Meng finally called and said that Professor Qi, who had been giving lectures in other places before, had come back. I said to myself that I could finally go, and if I didn’t leave, I would grow up on the Qinling Mountains. of mushrooms.

Wu Xie is also very excited, but I know that the reason for his excitement is obviously different from mine.

"I didn't mean to pour cold water on you, but I think there is only a one-to-one chance that this thing is a ghost seal." I weighed the jade seal, "I don't think there is anything special about it, isn't it that it can summon Yin soldiers?" Because a place like a hospital is no better than a home, the anti-theft measures are actually relatively weak, so I have been carrying Yuxi with me these days, but let alone summoning Yin soldiers, I have not even seen a kid.

Wu Xie said without raising his head while packing, "How should I put it... You don't need to argue about some things, it's just a feeling. I know, it is."

I nodded: "I understand, it's like every time I know that I will fail the physics test paper before it is issued."

We bought a train ticket for [-]:[-] p.m., but we were notified that the train was delayed by two hours when we got to the waiting hall. Anyway, sitting is boring—although the waiting hall provides free wifi, who would want to be in such a noisy place? Internet access - we left our luggage and went to the book city near the station to pass the time.

As soon as he entered the store, Wu Xie plunged into the detective suspense novel section, tapped his finger on the bookshelf, and finally picked out a book, turned to a certain page in the middle, and began to read it with gusto. He looked at him with eyes that were not mistaken, and immediately explained embarrassingly: "I was reading this novel before I came to Shaanxi, and I was arrested as a young man when I read the book halfway. Who is the murderer?" He raised the book in his hand, "It's annoying to look up information every day, isn't it?"

"The murderer is Dou Huanzhi, the heroine's biological father. I have read that book."

Seeing Wu Xie's expression, he seemed to want to throw that brick-thick mystery novel over at me to kill me.For a long time, he collapsed, and feebly stuffed the book back on the shelf. "Go and see something else," he said, and took my hand naturally.

"Hands are so cold."

"Well, I guess it's almost time."

We wandered aimlessly in the huge book city, from planting flowers and plants to computer technology to celebrity quotations, chicken soup for the soul, Wu Xie sighed, and took out a copy of "The Art of Speaking" from the shelf. I hand it in front of my eyes.

I shook my head helplessly, and found a copy of "On Protracted War" on the bookshelf beside me to pay him back.

"...a bit of morality."

"It's your dirty mind." I pointed to the author's name, and he stopped talking.

When I put the great book back on the bookshelf, I heard Wu Xie sigh and say: "I always feel...it's unbelievable. A month ago, I was still dying underground, falling into the waterfall. Back then, I thought I was definitely going to see my grandpa, but now I'm shopping with you in the bookstore."

I smiled, snapped my fingers, and hooked my hands at him: "Come on." I pulled him to the foreign language reading area, asked him to stand upright, deliberately bypassed the original English book, picked up a Russian novel, and picked up the book with both hands. Two corners, "You taught me, translate it."

He looked at me for a long time, half-jokingly and half-seriously commented: "You are so poisonous... Wait, you never think of this word... Look, this seems to be the last time we saw it in the Xisha Seabed Tomb. right?” He took the book from my hand and pointed to a certain word on it to show me, “So it’s in Russian, so I’ll just say it, and I’ve passed CET-[-], if that mark is English How could I not understand the words."

"Wu Xie."

"Ok?"

"Special eight."

The expression on Wu Xie's face at this moment can be interpreted as: "Are you owed?" I thought he would calm down as before, and once he lost the fight, he would immediately raise the white flag and surrender, but I didn't expect that this time he would be more serious than the real one. Yes, he closed the book, raised his chin in a very childish manner and began to drag English with me.

Ciao, this is the only thing I can show off, if it's so simple, it's better than you!

Then we used English all the way from poems and songs to philosophy of life, from raising one's head to look at the bright moon to bowing one's head to Hei Xiaoge, even when he got on the train, he kept pretending to be an overseas Chinese with the flight attendant.

As soon as he entered the box, he threw his luggage on the middle bunk, ignored me, and directly wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep on his side, extremely arrogant.

Yay, I won!

I lay on the lower bunk happily, humming a little song happily, and suddenly my heart beat violently.Just like what Wu Xie said, you don’t need to argue about anything in the game, it’s just a feeling—you don’t need to pinch the watch, I know, it won’t beat anymore.

It is impossible to say not to lose.

But it doesn't seem to be as distraught as I thought at the beginning-this is probably the difference between slow death and sudden death. If you have mentally prepared for something in advance, you will feel that it is not so difficult to accept when it happens.I sighed, and then I heard Wu Xie, who had been sleeping quietly on top of me, suddenly move around. A few seconds later, a hand hung down from the upper bunk, and it hooked its fingers at me.

There are some people who obviously haven't said anything to him, yet they have an almost natural understanding with you.

The grievance and unwillingness in my heart surged up all at once, I sniffed and climbed onto his hand.

Neither of us spoke, just kept holding each other like this.

I don't know how long it took, but with the bumps of the train, my sleeves naturally collapsed, revealing my flawless white skin.