"You ......" her lips fluttered in the warm air, and she couldn't utter more syllables just by holding a single word out of her throat. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"......" Old Man Chen put his index finger in front of his mouth and made a quiet whispered movement, but the old body began to disobey the call, and his fingers were still shaking unobediently.

Swallowing his saliva, Leng Ji was speechless in shock, and finally closed his mouth. Through the sunlight, I could clearly see the yellowish-white layer on Mr. Chen's fingers, and the thick cocoons were exactly the same as in my memory.

I remember the cold season, which was the mark of his perennial work.

"Is it delicious?" Leng Ji obediently closed his mouth, Old Man Chen seemed to be very satisfied, his trembling fingers re-grasped the sunflower fan, and his face showed a smile again, and the smiling action re-pulled the seemingly hideous scar on his face.

Leng Ji didn't speak, didn't shake his head or nodded, just stood still, with a vigilant look in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

"What's wrong?" With a flirtatious tone, as if with the slightest smile, Old Man Chen's question seemed to be asking knowingly.

"You ......" just said a word, and the words came to his lips, but Leng Ji suddenly couldn't speak again.

Old Man Chen, who was standing in front of him, seemed to be able to predict every reflection of the cold season, he was not surprised, and still shook his old sunflower fan with a smile, waiting for the cold season to answer.

Leng Ji paused, and between his trembling lips, he still couldn't say a word. The stiffness on the face in the cold season gradually appeared, and it became heavier and heavier.

Seeing that he was at ease to an unusual appearance, the wrinkles on his face were clearly presented in front of him, swinging with the movement of his sunflower fan.

It's so real that I can't believe it in the cold season.

The more I look at "You ......", the more I feel a chill on my back in the cold season, and the cold hairs stand up one by one unconsciously. After a pause, Leng Ji changed his words, calmed down again, lowered his voice, and said again, "It shouldn't be here." ”

"Hmm. Old Man Chen only nodded slightly when he heard this, the smile on his face did not fade at all, and the petals of the osmanthus still fell from the sky with his smile.

"I've seen you with my own eyes," Leng Ji felt his voice tremble a little, and the more he spoke, the more Leng Ji felt, his brain seemed to be about to turn around, and the feeling that something was wrong spread from the bottom of his heart little by little, but he didn't know what the problem was. "The ...... who walked into the right zone"

"So what?" Old Man Chen still smiled, and when he looked closely, he had a wrinkled but kind smile, which was slightly absurd.

In the cold season, his smile was comparable to Wang Chuan's disgusting smile.

"Did you really see me go in?" Old Man Chen chuckled, and naturally covered his mouth with a fanning sunflower fan, only letting Leng Ji's gaze stay more on his interlaced wrinkles.

"What do you mean...... squinted his eyes, Leng Ji subconsciously thought that he wanted to refute, and paused, but found that what he said seemed to contain a layer of meaning that could not be read through. "You survived that pile of bullets?"

Old Man Chen shook his head, as if denying the problem of the cold season, the sunflower fan in his hand turned around and returned to the palm of his hand. The white hair swayed in the wind with his movements, and the wrinkles on his face returned to a stretched state because of the disappearance of the smile.

"Do you remember," he said, shaking the fan in his hand again, only this time, the fan swayed slower, leisurely, as if it was swaying with the breeze in the air. "What's my favorite wine?"

"......" was stunned, she couldn't react in the cold season, such a simple question made her subconsciously think about the past.

The events of too long ago have become blurred in my mind, but I only remember that there used to be such a big osmanthus tree in their house, and it would be full of petals before August. At that time, Mr. Chen liked to collect those yellow-white osmanthus flowers, put them in the wine jar, bury them under the tree, and wait for next year to take them out.

As soon as it was opened, the aroma was fragrant, the strong smell of wine was mixed with the aroma of osmanthus, the small cup in the cold season was filled with a small cup, and the two people sat under the tree, looking at the osmanthus fragrant in the wind, a group of peace and quiet.

Such a picture flashed in his mind, Leng Ji wanted to answer Old Man Chen, just opened his mouth, and subconsciously paused again, for some reason, Leng Ji only felt that something was very wrong.

I always feel that including the appearance of Old Man Chen and what he said, all of this came very suddenly and had a deep meaning, but I couldn't read it through the cold season.

Clearly...... It is impossible for a dead person to appear in front of him unharmed.

Clearly...... He couldn't understand what he said later, but he always felt that the answer was a bit familiar.

What's going on......

Starting from the temples, there was a little pain in the forehead, little by little, through the nerves to the heart.

Wrong......

Obviously, before he fell asleep, the old man sitting on the Taishi's chair was not him...... The cold season still vividly remembers the number of wrinkles on the old man's forehead.

couldn't think of an answer, but Leng Ji never answered Old Man Chen, just froze in place, lingering in his heart.

Why did he suddenly appear here......

The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt, but Leng Ji felt like I was thinking of something, and I didn't want to give up remembering. Later, a few drops of cold sweat slipped down his forehead, and in the cold season, he almost couldn't remember what he wanted to recall, and someone was inside, using a seal carving knife, to his skull, little by little, uncontrollably, to engrave the words he wanted.

Finally...... What's wrong?

The severe headache made Leng Ji unable to stand upright, so he could only squat down and be on the ground, barely holding his still sore head, unable to see the scene in front of him.

"Hey?" it was as if someone had shouted to him again, and his tone of indifference was accompanied by a thick disgust.

When I closed my eyes, I suddenly opened them, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of me changed.

When I looked up, I found that I was holding an empty huge wine jar, still lying under the osmanthus tree.

I was stunned again, the scene switched too suddenly, and the cold season couldn't react again.

"The sun is going down," the one who spoke, no longer the old man Chen, but the old man sitting under the osmanthus tree in his previous memory, "The person who took the goods is coming, and he will have to add money if he sleeps again." ”

Blinking, the cold season is half awake, looked at the sky, and sure enough, the figure of the sun has been covered by clouds, leaving only a bright red, illuminating the entire sky, dyeing a large area of clouds red.

I just had a nightmare?

After resting for a long time, the cold season can be regarded as relieved, blinking, looking at the old man in front of him, looking at him with a disgusted expression, only a few hairs on the top of his head, and his hand uncomfortably and quickly fanning his sunflower fan.

"Where is the black market?" Leng Ji subconsciously asked, looking at the dark sky.