[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

He muttered, and when he looked up and saw that Uncle San looked unhappy, he quickly changed the subject, "I just don't think it's necessary. Since Uncle San thinks it's necessary, I'll just study hard now..."

Seemingly aware of the subtle changes in my words, Third Uncle frowned and fixed his eyes on my face with a dry smile, "Didn't you always refuse to learn these things? Why, now this means that you are willing to take over the Wu family?"

That's right, I'm not that ignorant, am I?

In the past, I always regarded the things taught by my third uncle as my restraint, so I have been learning things in a compulsive way that have nothing to do with my serious major. Almost everyone around me knows that kind of unwillingness.

I was at a loss for words, and the third uncle's eyes made me feel that if I lied, I would be exposed immediately, so I could only put away my thoughts of muddling through, and sat powerlessly on a chaise longue next to the desk, looking at the white ceiling and being silent After a long while, he sighed softly, "Yes. Third Uncle, I need the Wu family's help with a little matter, so... I'm sorry, I can't say why now, Third Uncle, can you wait a little longer? I promise , will tell you, but not now."

This is the first time I have spoken to my third uncle in a flat tone.The third uncle is an old naughty boy, and being with him is much easier than being with the second uncle's father, and he rarely talks in such a serious tone.

The third uncle seemed to be a little stunned by my rare solemn tone, squinted his eyes and looked at me for a while, then stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead and gave me a hard look, "Can I not agree to your tone? The Wu family is yours in the first place, so how can you help me? You are willing to accept it, but it’s too late for me to be happy. Who cares what you want to do with it? Anyway, you don’t want to just let it fall apart. You can do whatever you like. What to do, as for whether you want to talk about it or not, that is your business, and it has nothing to do with me.” While speaking, I still didn’t forget to put the teacup on the table that was emitting a slight curl of steam into my hand rudely, and walked to the window with my hands behind my back, "It's very cold outside, drink some hot tea to warm up, go back and see your parents, and your second uncle, they are all waiting for you."

Holding the slightly hot teacup, I stared blankly at the back of the third uncle standing with his hands behind his back, pursed his lips, and kept silent, silently feeling the hot flush with the fragrance of tea on his face, letting the steam weave The thin white curtain blurred the vision.

---------Zhang Qi Ling

The jeep passed through the snow and stopped in front of an antique shop by the West Lake. Looking at the simple and elegant storefront, I felt vaguely familiar.

Seems like been here three years ago.

"It really hasn't changed." Wu Xie's voice interrupted the memory, I looked back at the person who was already looking at Pan Zi who had locked the car door and walked over, frowned slightly, and stretched out my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose.

The owner of this store is probably Wu Sansheng.

"What can change in two months, go in, the third master is waiting." I listened to Pan Zi's answer, sighed secretly about this small and scary world, and shook my head.

"Third Uncle told you to take me here?"

"Yes, the third master has something to say to the third master." I looked at Wu Xie who was slowly moving towards the door of the store, and was about to follow when Pan Zi stopped me, "Brother Zhang, the third master may want to talk to the third master." Grandpa also said something alone, how about you and I watching the store here?"

I frowned, looked at Pan Zi's tense face, and finally nodded slowly.

Wu Sansheng probably didn't know yet, so he wouldn't embarrass Wu Xie.

Seeing me nodding, Pan Zi's face softened a little, but it was still hard to see when Wu Xie stepped into the inner hall. Looking at me, it took him a long time to make up his mind and he opened his mouth, "Brother Zhang, you and the third master what relationship?"

I squint my eyes, this guy is too sharp.But since he is Wu Sansheng's confidant, it's not surprising.I closed my eyes and sat on the unused rattan chair, not intending to answer Pan Zi's question.

"Brother Zhang, you..." Pan Zi's voice contained a trace of hidden anger, and then he suppressed it and relaxed his tone slightly, "Pan Zi, I'm just a rough man, maybe I'm not as careful as a woman, but the little third master treats little brother I can still see that you are unusual."

I raised my eyes to look at Pan Zi, who had a gloomy face, and turned my head towards the inner hall.Because of the cover of a white curtain, I couldn't see what was going on inside, so I could only give up my thoughts and look at Pan Zi with hidden anger, "Ask Wu Xie."

I won't say anything until Wu Xie says it himself.

Pan Zi was taken aback by my answer, muttered and sat on the other chair opposite me, without further questioning.

I was so happy with the rare quietness at this moment, I closed my eyes and put my thoughts away, thinking of the scene of stepping into this antique shop when I came to Hangzhou three years ago, I felt amused.Although the personalities of Wu Xie and Wu Sansheng's uncles and nephews seem to be very similar, they actually have many similarities.

The phone vibrated crazily in my pocket, I opened my eyes, took out the phone and frowned at the caller's name, pulled out the battery with my backhand, no longer in the mood to recall, looked up at the window with light, Looking at the much smaller snow.The dark clouds dissipated a little, revealing a small piece of the sun. The warmer temperature left no snow on the ground, only the water marks after the snow melted, which made the color of the cement deeper.

The snow is almost over.

I turned my gaze back to meet Pan Zi's gaze, and frowned.The suspicion in those eyes fell on him making people uncomfortable, so he stood up to avoid Pan Zi's piercing gaze, and walked towards the door.

"Brother Zhang!"

I stood at the door and looked back at Pan Zi, "Brother Zhang, is he leaving? Wait a moment, the third master..."

"I'm not leaving." Interrupting Pan Zi, he looked up at the sky that had revealed its original blue color, and there were many more people coming and going by the West Lake than before.

"Brother Pan Zi, I heard that old...Old Wu is back today? Where is he, he, him now?"

I looked back at the person standing at the door, about the same age as Wu Xie, with a bit of cunning in his eyes under the lens, a bronze earring hanging on his left ear, he looked very shrewd, but unfortunately he stuttered.

The visitor stared at me carefully for a long time, then frowned and walked past me into the store. Seeing Pan Zi raised a smile and waved his hands, Pan Zi pointed to the inner hall, "The little third master was called in by the third master, wait a minute."

"Yes, yes. This boy, this time, this time, the third, the third master, made a big fuss."

I stood at the door without moving, and looked in the direction of Pan Zi's fingers. As soon as I touched the white cover, I saw a hand lift the door curtain, and Wu Xie came out with lowered eyes, unable to see the expression in his eyes.

He wanted to go forward, but was preempted by the person who seemed to know Wu Xie very well, "Old Wu, long time no see!"

"Old itchy?" Wu Xie raised his head abruptly, looking at the grinning person, the surprise in his eyes was obvious, "How did you know I'm here?"

"Xie Yu, Xie Yuchen, that guy told me. You, you didn't come, you didn't say anything." I frowned and watched the person called Old Itchy hook Wu Xie's neck, narrowed my eyes and walked towards Wu Xie gently pulled him towards her, "What happened?"

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, then smiled, pressed me to hold his arm, "It's nothing, what can that old fox do to me? By the way, this is Xie Ziyang. I call him Old Itchy, just like Xiao Hua. My faxiao is Xiaohua's distant relative." After finishing speaking, he looked at Xie Ziyang and raised his eyebrows, "Old Itchy, this is a big shot. Zhang Qiling, Kylin, my landlord."

Xie Ziyang looked at me carefully, touched his chin with a playful face, "Kylin? The conditions, the conditions are good. I heard that the UK is very, very open. Old Wu, you won't..."

"Cough." I looked at Pan Zi who was standing aside and coughed lightly, Wu Xie immediately walked out of the antique shop with an itch, and waved his hand with his back to Pan Zi, "Pan Zi, let's go first, there is no need to send it away, anyway, we can't leave Far."

The Thirty-sixth.

---------Wu Xie

"Has the snow stopped yet?" I looked up at the clear sky, tightened the neckline of my coat, stood at the entrance of the subway and looked at the people passing by, and turned to look at the person who had just said a word when I left the antique shop. The stuffy oil bottle that didn't send out, and the old itchy who stood aside looking at the stop sign and didn't know what to think, raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with you two, you haven't opened your mouth since you went out, and you were dumbed down by being drugged by Pan Zi?

The old itchy looked back at me, then at the oil bottle, and pushed his glasses, "Old, old Wu, you are not, not mean enough. Just run away like this, and I, I am not afraid, I am not afraid of three Grandfather, Second Master, are they worried, worried?"

Is it because you are angry by ignoring me before you dare to love?

I listened to Lao You's way of speaking intermittently, suppressed the anxiety in my heart, grinned dryly, and pulled my bangs twice, and couldn't find a reason to refute Lao Itch.

When he ran away, he really didn't think too much. He was wayward, just like a child in the rebellious period...

Pursing my lips, I looked at Lao You with a lot of things to say, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You are rare to talk about such a serious topic, but I have already done self-reflection, Do you think I'm not coming back to take the blame?"

"If you know, you can correct your mistakes. This time, this time, I will let you go. Next time, if you have any plans to fight or plan, you should at least say, say it, and let brother, brother know." Old Tick curled his lips, Turning to look at Poker Ping, who was looking up at the ceiling of the subway station in a daze, raised his brows high, "Then you take the blame, take the blame, bring your home, your landlord, what are you doing?"

I was stunned, let out a deep breath, patted the Poker bottle, and blinked at the old itchy, "My parents are so temperamental, please don't take one more person as a shield, I guess I will lose my skin.