[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

If you don't want to say it, you won't ask again, it's just...

"do not think too much."

"Ah."

The Thirty-seventh.

---------Wu Xie

When a person who runs away from home sees the door of the house again, what will he feel in his heart?

Questions never thought of.

I stood at the door, looking at everything so familiar that it was almost imprinted in my bones, I stretched out my hand and gently covered the door with the palm of my hand, my heart was full of mixed feelings, and I couldn't tell whether it was nostalgia or panic for a while.Reluctantly turned his head and smiled at Lao Youyou and Laoyou standing behind him, his voice was a little light and unreliable, "I'm going home..."

"Tsk, you, what you look like, what does it look like? Going home is like going to the execution ground." Old Tickle snorted and knocked off my motionless hand that seemed to be glued to the door. , curled up his fingers, and tapped lightly on the wooden door a few times.

I was stunned, took a few steps back, and stared at Old Itchy with a mournful face, "At least give me a preparation!"

"What, what else can I prepare?" Old Tick glanced at me sideways, "Since all, all have decided to come, they are ready, ready, are you still, ready to escape?"

Sure enough, I can see it...

I twitched the corner of my mouth, the old itch was clearly a pun, how could I not understand it, I could only look at the closed door as if resigned to my fate, rolled my eyes, and muttered, "If you know it, you know it, and you beat around the bush , really..."

"It's all, all good habits I learned, learned, and learned from you."

"You..." I gritted my teeth and was about to refute Old Itch, when Poker Face suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulled me back, and said softly, "Here we come."

I was stunned for a moment, and the next second I heard the sound of the wooden door opening, and immediately understood what Pokerfing said, my body froze, and I lowered my head to sort out my emotions.

"Is it Ziyang?" My mother's voice sounded along with the friction sound when the door was opened. I pursed my lips and exhaled. I looked up at the woman standing at the door with a face somewhat similar to mine. Smiling, "Mom, you only know Lao You, but you don't know your own son?"

My mother was slightly taken aback when she heard my voice, she looked at me fixedly, her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, she finally pulled us into the room with a smile, her lips were pursed but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, waiting for us to come in Then he closed the door of the house, held my face in his hands, and looked at it carefully for a long time before letting go, "Your complexion is very good, it seems that I have not suffered in the past few months when I ran out."

Listening to my mother's words, the smile on the corner of my mouth finally couldn't hold back. I flattened the arc, reached out and hugged her tightly, trying to make my voice calm, "How could your son suffer?"

"Yes, yes, I know that my little Xie can take good care of herself." My mother hugged me, pushed me away and looked at me carefully for a while, the old itch seemed to be unbearable at last, and the atmosphere was very disturbing. He closed his mouth, "I said, auntie, are you treating us like air?"

My mother withdrew her gaze fixed on my face, looked at Lao Tickle and laughed and scolded, "When you grow up, you will lose your skin. That's true. Eh? Who is this little brother?"

Seeing that his mother finally turned his attention to Poker Bottle, Lao Xie winked at me with the corner of his mouth raised, and walked slowly towards the living room.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at the direction where Lao Xi left, feeling amused in my heart. I knew that it was unlikely that Poker Bottle would introduce himself. An incredible voice said, "Hi aunt, I am Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie's landlord."

Did I just hallucinate?

Opening my eyes wide and looking at Poker Finger, I reached out and pinched the back of my hand fiercely, and there was a very real pain. It seemed that it was not a hallucination, so did Poker Poker really introduce himself just now?

Poker-face seemed to think that I wasn't surprised enough, and in the next second, he raised the corners of his lips slightly and gave a gentle and friendly smile.

I stood behind my mother and rubbed my eyes, and then rubbed my eyes, opening my mouth not knowing what to say.

Did this guy graduate from the Academy of Film and Television?Why not become an actor?What a pity!

I have to say that Poker Bottle's smile is very lethal, and it is almost universal for all ages. Even my mother, who is said to have no oil and salt when she was young, was stunned, and then turned her head with an amiable smile. I glanced at Poyou Ping again, and chuckled, "Xiaoxie has caused you trouble in England."

"No, Wu Xie is very good." Poker Fing still smiled, but when he said this sentence again, a playful light flashed in his eyes.I looked up at the white ceiling and let out a long sigh, covering my eyes with my hands.

Was the stuffy oil bottle really not dropped?

Some couldn't stand this stuffy oil bottle like a different person, I grinned and called my mother's attention back, "Mom, where are Dad and Uncle? I'll go and see them. I didn't see them come out."

"Let's stay in the study. What else can those two old men do together besides playing chess. You can go and have a look. Your father is more worried about you than I am. He was going to pick you up at the door, but your second uncle dragged him back to play chess." It's time for chess, you can call them for me by the way, it's time to eat."

I nodded, and the uneasiness I felt when I was standing at the door disappeared without a trace in such a short period of contact and conversation. He knocked lightly on the door of his study, and without waiting for an answer, he pushed it away and walked in.

The study room was the place I was most afraid of when I was a child. Whether it was doing homework or doing bad things and being punished and punished, it was here. But as I grew younger, the original psychological shadow has faded a lot.I looked around, and my gaze was fixed on the two people who were lying at the desk playing chess, and walked over with light steps.

The second uncle is the same as the father. Compared with the ruffian of the third uncle, they are more bookish, and they always have a feeling of being educated.Both of them love to play chess, and they can play chess endlessly. It's okay to be fascinated. I can be sure that even if I knocked on the door just now, they didn't realize my existence at all.

Cautiously leaning over to Dad's side, looking at the chess game, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.Dad was holding a white piece and frowning as if he was in trouble, I didn't make a sound, I raised my eyes and saw my second uncle who was approaching me, smiled as a greeting, and then took out a white piece to play with He made two moves and landed on an empty space on the chessboard. Before Dad came back to his senses, he smiled and said, "Dad didn't notice the empty corner, did he?"

"Little evil?"

"Yeah!" I smiled and met my dad's eyes, nodded, then looked at my second uncle who was already sipping tea from a cup, and smiled, "Second uncle, long time no see."

The second uncle looked up at me and nodded, put down his teacup, stood up and patted the hem of his crumpled clothes, pushed open the door of the study and turned to face Dad, "I'll go out first." Then he closed the door, leaving only the two of us The individual is in place.

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

If a person who ran away from home stood at the door of the house again, what kind of mood would he feel?

I looked at Wu Xie who was standing at the door with his palms on the door but did not move for a long time, and secretly sighed in my heart.

He tried to persuade me not to worry or be uneasy, but in fact he was the one who was most uneasy.While persuading me, maybe you are also persuading yourself.

Wu Xie turned her head suddenly, her smile was far-fetched, and her voice was so soft that she could barely hear, "Going home..."

Xie Ziyang, who was standing beside me, seemed unable to stand Wu Xie's appearance. He curled his lips and looked at him, and reached out to knock off the hands covering the wooden door, "Tsk, you, what you look like, what do you look like?" Going, going home, it's like going to the execution ground." As he said, he knocked on the door with his fingers curled up, and stood aside with his arms folded.

Wu Xie was stunned by Xie Ziyang's sudden action, and the clubhouse drooped its head dumbfounded, and said, "At least give me a preparation!"

"What, what else can you prepare? Now that you have decided to come, you are ready, you are ready, you are still ready to escape?"

Wu Xie was at a loss for words when he heard Xie Ziyang's words, and murmured dissatisfiedly in a low voice, "If you know it, you know it, and you beat me around, it's really..."

"It's all, all good habits I learned, learned, and learned from you."

"You..." Wu Xie's voice was gnashing his teeth, and his pitch rose unconsciously. I squinted my eyes, listening to the rustling voices coming from inside the wooden door, and pulled Wu Xie to stop his next words, " coming."

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching the door, followed by the sound of the door rubbing against the door frame broke the quiet air, accompanied by a gentle female voice, "Is it Zi Yang?"

I raised my head and looked at the woman whose eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Wu Xie. I felt Wu Xie's body stiffen for a moment, and then relaxed again. I raised my head and smiled at the person standing at the door, with a soft and soft voice, "Mom, you only know Lao You, but you don't know your own son?"

The woman seemed to be stunned, staring fixedly at Wu Xie. After a while, she relaxed and drew a very warm smile on the corner of her mouth, and pulled Wu Xie to walk into the house.

I followed behind them, the warmth of the room swept away the chill that was stained on my body, wrapping my body warmly.

"The complexion is very good. It seems that I haven't suffered in the past few months after running out." The woman immediately held Wu Xie's face when she stepped into the house, and looked at it carefully. The two similar faces looked at each other, drawing a picture called Even an outsider like me can't help but be moved by the "family affection",

The power of affection?

Wu Xie withdrew her smile, stretched out her arms to hug her mother, half-closed her eyes to hide the faint moisture in them, "How could your son suffer?"

"Yes, I know my little Xie can take care of herself."

Xie Ziyang stood at the door leaning against the wooden door behind him, unable to bear the atmosphere, turned his face