The more I thought about it, the more doubts I had in my heart, and my mind drifted with my thoughts, but the pace of my feet in the cold season did not stop because of this, playing with the hat he snatched from the old man, lowering his head, and there was a large gray cement floor under his nose. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I can't see through the old man, I can't understand the meaning and purpose of his words, if I have to come up with an answer, the most reasonable explanation is that he really doesn't have any special purpose, just simply and kindly reminded himself.

Impossible, impossible. A sneer overflowed from her mouth, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly against the gray ground, I don't know if it was because of the woman's intuition or his every word that poked Leng Jimu's thoughts, no matter how suspicious she was, she didn't feel that he was innocent, unconsciously, and bit her lip.

The hat taken off the old man's head was wrapped around his fingers in the cold season, and the blue denim leather swirled around the edge of his fingers in circles under his eyelids, and the fine lines of denim could be seen on the clean brim of the hat.

Frowning, the rotating hat stopped, and with two fingers together, the brim of the hat was sandwiched between the fingers, and the denim fabric with clear lines always felt that something was wrong.

Feet up dozens of centimeters high steps, in the first floor of this abandoned building, the stairs are still well preserved, no steel bars fall off, there is no lack of steps, the feeling of solidity spreads under the feet, with the cold season moving step by step spread.

To serve as what they call the Colosseum...... At least like a public facility?

Fingers continued to touch the fabric on the edge of the hat, the rough texture was clearly printed in the hand, judging from the texture of the touch, although the hat workmanship and quality are very rough, but the half-new material barely pulled back the appearance of the whole hat, although the workmanship is not very good, but at least it does not look much ugly.

Wrong......

The pace on his feet slowed down, and his feet gently took a small step forward, and the whole person in the cold season was slightly raised, and it was a little farther away from the ground on the first floor.

Why...... Will this hat be so new?

The pupils were inconspicuously enlarged by the light bulb, and the cowboy hat in his hand was clearly reflected in the black pearl-like eyes.

If it is really as he said, he will come here every day to set up a stall, then this hat should be very dilapidated after following him for so many days.

Could it be that it was just changed?

Shaking his head, impossible, the old man was there with his voice and the big man bargaining there, Leng Ji frowned, with his door-picking character, how could he ...... Buy another one.

And......

Leng Ji turned his head and looked at the top of his shiny head from a distance, large wrinkles spread to the back of his head, and the only remaining hairs on the top of his head were still floating in the air with his movements, looking from a distance, the movements were inexplicably funny.

The head oil is so heavy...... It's impossible to come to terms with wearing a hat all year round.

Wrong...... It's so wrong.

In the cold season, I felt that the hat in my hand seemed to have weight, like a scale that wanted to fall to the ground all the time. His lips quivered, and air spurted out of his mouth but he couldn't make any sound.

His eyes were fixed on the old man, his feet became stiff for a moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift them, the stairs were at his feet, but he couldn't take the next step in the cold season, his eyes were fixed on the old man, watching him proudly hold the wine glass in his hand, and introduce his wine to his guests.

Leng Ji gasped, wanted to take a step back, but her legs couldn't move, she was looking at the old man's wrinkled appearance, her back to the stairs, and if she took a step back, she would be one step closer to the second floor. The wide first floor was reflected in her pupils, and she couldn't see through this old man, his smiling expression spread from a distance to Leng Ji's eyes, which inexplicably brought her a chill.

The old man chatted happily with his two customers, exchanging cups with each other under the noses of the cold season, the cold season stiffened her limbs, and her subconscious made her want to retreat, but the thought of getting closer to the second floor in this way stopped the movement of her feet.

I always feel ...... Everything, not quite right.