Song Jia's strength was not small, Wang Wen was suddenly pushed by her, and he was caught off guard and stumbled against the wall on the side. If it weren't for Wang Wen's quick eyes and quick hands and timely holding on to the wall, I am afraid he would have been pushed to the ground by Song Jia long ago.

Wang Wen touched his waist and stood up straight, he was pushed by Song Jia just now, and he flashed to his waist a little. This woman is really blind if she doesn't practice wrestling.

was kicked and pushed again, Wang Wen didn't know what he had done in his previous life, so that he would meet a woman like Song Jia in his life.

Is it a punishment from heaven?

If it's true, then this punishment is too severe, right?

Wang Wen set his eyes on this broom star of his life, but saw that he lowered his head, blushed, fiddling with the corners of his clothes with his hands, and his body kept swaying from side to side, twisting and pinching, looking at Wang Wen's egg pain!

Is this Song Jia's annoying spirit? Why does she look like a pure girl who doesn't understand the world and is as pure as snow?

"What are you doing? Styling? Wang Wen frowned and looked at Song Jia and asked, this kind of shape made Wang Wen very uncomfortable, every time the other party shook his body, Wang Wen's egg would hurt, if it continued to hurt, I am afraid it would be scrapped.

For Wang Wen, Song Jia's lethality is not only related to her stupidity and skill, but also the look she shows that is diametrically opposed to her surname! Its lethality was even far greater than that of the first two, because the latter's attack directly acted on Wang Wen's spirit.

The mental pain is more painful than the pain on the **! Torture!

"No, nothing!" Song Jia shook her head and said softly, "My old mansion is in front, let's go!" Song Jia turned her head to look at Wang Wen, as if she was asking Wang Wen's opinion.

"Yes!" Looking at Song Jia's white and red face, Wang Wen didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.

The white cat was already lying on the wall basking in the sun, enjoying the warm sunshine that is rare in winter.

It is said that cats are supernatural animals, and where black cats appear, bad luck usually occurs, while good luck often occurs where white cats appear. Wang Wen didn't know if this statement was true or not, but the appearance of the white cat did give him some confidence in his heart.

"Broken cat, scare me to death!" Song Jia glanced at the white cat on the wall and pouted and said, "Fortunately, we are here, if we walk slowly, the washboard will fall and it won't fall on people?" ”

Hearing Song Jia's scratch, Wang Wen looked at the white cat quietly. He was silent, and his eyes were unblinking, thoughtful.

"What are you thinking?" Song Jia asked curiously, the movement of the washboard falling just now scared her a lot, and her heart was still abrupt. Although the thing that threw herself into the arms of a man just now was a little ambiguous and embarrassing, Song Jia still didn't dare to get rid of Wang Wen, for fear that something similar would happen in a while.

"Cats are supernatural creatures, maybe it's a revelation from her!" Wang Wen thought for a while and said, his gaze shifted from the white cat on the wall to the washboard under the wall.

"Revelation, what revelation?" Song Jia asked, she had also heard of cats being supernatural animals! In the movie, many witches will have a cat next to them.

"When you go back to the old house, did you tell anyone else?" Wang Wen looked at Song Jia and asked.

"No, I only told you!" Song Jia replied.

"Since you didn't tell anyone, why is this cat here? This shows that this cat sensed that you were coming back, so she deliberately waited for you here. She kicked off a washboard while you were passing by, maybe ......! ”

"Maybe what?" Song Jia has been attracted by Wang Wenshen's mysterious and supernatural words.

"Perhaps, she's implying that you're a washboard!" Wang Wen looked at Song Jia and said seriously.

"Meow~!" At this moment, the white cat lying on the wall barked, then stood up, jumped to the other side of the wall, and disappeared.

Song Jia stood quietly for a long time, suddenly widened her eyes, stretched out her hand and stretched out her foot to pinch and kick Wang Wen's body, and kept scolding in her mouth.

"You're the washboard, your whole family is a washboard!"

Wang Wen once again saw Song Jia's so-called 'gentleness and kindness', and he could only hold his head and cover his face, so as not to be broken.

"Stop fighting, those who can't accept reality will live in pain forever. You have to admit the reality! Wang Wen said while blocking it with his hand, "Besides, it's the cat who said that you are the washboard, I just passed the word for her, why are you beating me?" Can you be reasonable? ”

"Fist, that's reason!" Song Jia said fiercely, and the movements in her hands did not stop.

"Now is a harmonious society, and hegemonism is not advisable. I advise you to put down your fists and become a lady on the ground! Otherwise, it won't be a washboard but a hooligan who will fall off the wall! Wang Wen patiently reasoned with Song Jia.

Maybe she was persuaded by Wang Wen, or maybe she was tired, Song Jia finally stopped and walked forward angrily. But after walking a few steps, he walked back again, glared at Wang Wen, took his arm and walked again.

It is estimated that he was frightened, but he was just relying on Wang Wen to go, but now he is pulling Wang Wen away, and Wang Wen is closer. The protrusion on his chest pouted on Wang Wen's arm from time to time, which made Wang Wen feel weird!

After turning two more corners, Song Jia stopped in front of a wooden gate. The gate is flanked by white walls, built so high that you can't see inside.

Song Jia let go of Wang Wen, took out a key from the pocket of her jacket, opened the door lock, pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The line of sight, which was originally narrow, suddenly opened up after entering the door.

"This is your old home?" Wang Wen asked Song Jia beside him, his eyes falling on the courtyard.

"Of course. Otherwise, how would I have the key here? Song Jia said, "How about it, not bad, right?" ”

Wang Wen wandered around the courtyard, curiously looking at everything in the old mansion. He and Liu Yanjiao had been to the old alley of the Song family before, but they were limited to walking in the alley, or they bought some snacks and souvenirs in the shops in front of them, and did not enter anyone's yard. Coming here today, it can be regarded as a real experience of the Hutong culture of Jiangbei City!

Song Jia's old house, the outer wall is made of stone, and a layer of sand is added to the outside, while the inner house is made of wood and is a two-story small building. It looks like the place where the big families lived in ancient times.

There are trees in the yard, there are wells and tanks, and it does look like it has been some years.

Song Jia didn't care about Wang Wen, opened the door downstairs and walked into the house. Men are curious, and after looking at the outside, Wang Wen also wanted to see what was inside, so he followed in.

After entering, the first is the hall, where a landscape painting hangs on the wall in front of it, and below it is a wooden table with two wooden chairs on the left, which is supposed to be where the master sits. On both sides of the hall, there are two tables and four chairs, which should be where the guests sit.

Wang Wen touched the wooden furniture, came to the painting, and looked at the landscape painting on the wall seriously.

"Do you like it?" Song Jia didn't know when she walked to Wang Wen's side and asked him who was looking at the painting.

"I like it if it's antique, I don't like it if it's modern!" Wang Wen said very directly, when he looks at landscape paintings, he is not looking at whether the painting is good or not, but guessing what age the painting is, and how much it can be worth if it is really ancient! Looking at this house, it has a history of 100 years, and this painting should be some years old. Anyway, there is no one living in this house, so it would be ...... if you changed the painting! “

"Modern, of course!" After hearing Wang Wen's words, Song Jia said, "To be precise, this is an imitation. The original painting had already been sent back to Yanjing by my grandfather, it was a painting from the Qianlong period, how could it be placed in such a place, and it was not too early for everyone to steal it? ”

As soon as Song Jia's words fell, Wang Wen left the painting and stopped paying attention. He, that's how realistic!

"These are imitations?" Wang Wen asked, pointing to the cups and vases on the table.

"Yes!"

"It's boring!"

Wang Wen's gaze fell on the table and chair again, if these things were old enough, they could be sold for a good price.

"Don't look at it, although these things are not imitations, they are fifty or sixty years old, and they are worthless!"

Song Jia saw Wang Wen's thoughts, after all, he was born in a rich and noble family, and he still knew a lot about things like antiques.

"I've finished taking the stuff, let's go!" Song Jia looked at Wang Wen and said.

Wang Wen only looked at Song Jia at this time, and saw that the other party had an extra bag in his hand, Hermes's.

"This is also a copy? Your house sells fakes, right? Wang Wen asked.

"It's true. I forgot to be here during the Chinese New Year! Song Jia said angrily, "Am I like a person who buys fakes?" ”

"Who knows. Now LV, Hermes and the like are all over the street, and LV is used for collecting rags, who knows if you are true or not? After hearing this, Wang Wen said, just like the little nurse in his hospital, isn't there a lot of people carrying Hermes and LV? However, I used to think that Liu Yanjiao's Hermes bag was fake, but now looking at Liu Yanjiao's family, her bag should be real.

Alas, these days, it's really hard to distinguish between the real and the fake. Not to mention the bag, even virgins are fake.

"What do you mean? Will I carry a fake bag? I bought it from a specialty store. Song Jia said angrily, for people like her, the bag represents identity.

"You can take out fake money in the bank, but you can't buy fake bags in the store? You better put your bag away, and if the thief hears it, be careful of being remembered! Wang Wen said and walked out of the house.

Song Jia was stamped by Wang Wenqi, but she didn't know how to prove it, so she could only admit it!

After locking the door, Song Jia walked forward angrily, and she was no longer as close to Wang Wen as she was when she came.

Walking and walking, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps from behind him, Wang Wen glanced back, and the two young people were behind him. When they saw him turn around, the two men immediately looked away and looked at the walls on either side, pointing with their fingers from time to time, as if they were sightseeing.

Wang Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, it's too bad, he was targeted!

(Unconsciously a hundred chapters, sprinkle flowers~~!) )