The little beggar tightly grabbed Ying Zhichu's arm, and looked back and forth from time to time.

There are some vague and ugly patterns carved into the rock wall of the cave, and you can't see what is painted unless you light a torch and look at it carefully.

She reached out and stroked it, and with a few taps, the droplets fell from a high place and hit the back of her hand, shaking her whole body.

"Sister." Xiao Qi shook his head and said softly.

Ying Zhichu looked sideways at him and coaxed him, "Don't be afraid, you see we're almost there...... Hey, how can it be a wall? ”

The girl broke free of the little beggar's hand and took two steps forward, and a stone wall blocked her eyes.

"How is that possible?"

She muttered, and looked up four times, never believing that there was nothing at the end of the cave.

If not, where does that strange smell come from, and what about the skull at the mouth of the cave?

An inexplicable strange attack in her heart spread all over her body, and the girl subconsciously kicked on the stone wall.

If this wasn't the end of the cave, it might be an inner chamber......

She kicked her feet hard, and some gravel and dirt fell above her head, and there was no other sound.

Seeing this, the little beggar raised his long legs to learn the woman's posture and wanted to kick it down.

Ying Weaving hands raised slightly, put up the index finger to the mouth.

Shh

Xiao Qi nodded, raised his finger in a good manner, and also sighed, shh-

The girl put her ear to the stone wall, and listened quietly, only the slightest damp wind was faintly in her ears, and she could no longer hear the side.

She sniffed hard, and the strange smell was also permeating all around, even stronger, and people were a little dizzy when they smelled too much.

Perhaps, this stone wall is just a trick to block the way inside.

There should be a mechanism, Ying Zhichu clapped his hands, and said stupidly: "Little beggar, there is no way, Bai Dan is scared, but since we know this place, maybe there will be a harvest next time, let's go, go back." ”

The little beggar jumped on his feet and jumped in front of her, and the refreshing smell of his body rushed to the tip of the girl's nose.

"You." Take the initiative to shake the young man's hand and return the way he came.

Out of the cave, Ying Zhichu covered the footprints of those steps slightly, and the weeds also re-covered the entrance of the cave.

Pretending that nothing had happened, he glanced at the early sky, and then led the boy to the thatched hut.

"Little beggar, huh...... This cave, you don't want to mention it to others, okay? Ying Zhichu said.

The little beggar looked at her with a wink, puzzled.

Ying Zhichu also blinked and looked back, hooking the corners of his lips: "Sister is saying that this cave is very fun, right?" ”

The little beggar recalled the smell of the cave, and the skeletons, or the dampness of the wind and wind in it, and then shook his head under the girl's expectant gaze.

"It's not fun."

"Little beggar, you have to learn to talk to the girl in order to make a lot of friends." The girl couldn't touch his head, so she could only tidy up his clothes for him.

"I have friends, I have sisters, Taofa, Xiaoer, Weng ...... I can't remember, and the ugly mother-in-law...... Many, many friends. ”

The little beggar wrenched his fingers and said seriously.

"But what if you meet someone you like in the future, what if you want to be friends with him?"

"Then be friends with him." The little beggar said without thinking.

Ying Zhichu raised his eyebrows, thinking that what he said made sense, so he could only say it differently, and coaxed: "My sister likes this cave very much, I just want to come here with the little beggar, so we don't tell others about this cave, it's just a little secret between the two of us, okay?" ”

You always understand, right?

Xiao Qi let go of the woman's hand, pulled out a little finger from his clenched fist, and said firmly: "Pull the hook!" ”

"Oh, okay."

The two fair-skinned little fingers were hooked together, and Ying Zhichu couldn't help but smile and listen to the little beggar recite the childish words.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he finished reading.

When I was young, I didn't have friends.,It's the first time I've played this kind of childish trick with the same person.。

Looking back at the direction of the cave, it was already hidden by the bamboo forest and I couldn't see anything.

But that oppressive heaviness was entangled in her heart and could not be dissipated.

If you guessed correctly, there were dead people in the cave, and there were many, many dead people......

Ying Zhichu recalled that when he first came, Han Wuyi's "meeting gift" to Liao Niangzi was also a woman who had just died, and her eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

Liao Niangzi, what can she do with this corpse?

While she meditated, the two of them had walked back to the hut.

Hearing the movement in the courtyard, Liao Niangzi came out of the house with a scolding voice.

"The old lady is dying of hunger! Where did you two go crazy? Still cooking? She looked at the two of them with raised eyebrows, and crossed her waist.

Ying Zhichu only raised his eyebrows and said vaguely: "I know, I know, I can't be hungry for you." ”

She turned around and went to get the firewood, and stopped listening to the woman's nagging.

Liao Niangzi naturally didn't notice that something was wrong with the girl, and stared at the two little guys to go to the stove room, and she looked in the direction of the bamboo forest.

As the night darkened, the little light in the courtyard gradually dissipated, and darkness fell.

She muttered to herself: "Hmph, I don't know if this Miss Zhen is a person who believes in her word, I will let her see if she is lenient for two more days, she will dare to play tricks with me, and the old lady has a way to control her." ”

……

Inside the stove room

Add firewood to boil water, roll out the dough that has been kneaded in advance, cut it off with a knife, and cut it into thin strips.

When bubbles bubbled up in the pot, she scooped up a handful of noodles and threw them in, stirring them casually with chopsticks.

The little beggar sat on a small stool, holding his chin and watching her work.

I've been here for a few days, except for the occasional Liao Niangzi who drinks too much and cooks, basically Ying Zhichu cooks and eats indiscriminately.

Although I live in the mountains, I can grow in the yard and in the house, and eat all kinds of vegetables and meat, which does not affect my cooking skills at all.

But she doesn't know how to cook.

I can think of the experience of making noodles, or the bowl of clear soup noodles that I rubbed in the kitchen of Qifu last time, and saw Qi Liang fighting three times and two times, so he brought a bowl of hot noodles.

Looking back now, she only remembers that the noodles are delicious, but she can't remember the steps.

Qi Liangzheng's cooking skills are really good.

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but pout, and remembered the grudge again.

"Anyway, if you throw it in the pot, it can be cooked, and what comes first and then comes." Comforting herself, she poured the shredded vegetables into the noodle soup.

I washed a few more eggs, cracked them and poured them in.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to gossip with the little beggar.

"Sister, are we eating noodles again?" The little beggar blinked, and his obedient tone was a little aggrieved.

Ying Zhichu disagreed, nodded and said, "Yes, how delicious are the noodles, my sister likes to eat noodles, but the little beggar doesn't like it?" ”

Xiao Qi held her chin, looked at the stove behind her, and said, "I like it, my sister's noodles made today must be delicious." ”

Ying Zhichu scraped his nose and chuckled: "The little beggar's mouth is still so sweet. ”

If it was usual, the boy would have jumped three feet high, and even scraped it back.

But on that white face today, only the mouth pouted slightly, and said slowly: "Because today's noodles will come out on their own." ”

“？” Ying Zhi's eyes flashed with surprise, and when he subconsciously turned around, he jumped up.

The water in the pot was boiling and foaming, and it had spread to the walls of the stove.

The whole pot of noodle soup is like a cloud, churning endlessly.

Ying Zhichu was so anxious to smoke the hot firewood, but he was so hot that he stopped it, his eyes rolled, and he turned around and poured a scoop of water at the hot fire.

Hiss –

Mixed with choking white smoke and charcoal ash, the girl choked and couldn't open her eyes.

Fortunately, the firewood had been extinguished, and the noodle soup was no longer boiling.

Looking at the ingredients in the pot that I don't know what to do, the roar of Liao Niangzi came from afar.

"Is the meal ready? It's hard to cook a meal, and keep it for the old lady as a supper? ”

Ying Zhichu stirred the noodle pot with chopsticks, and said after thinking: "Little beggar, have you caught a hare today?" ”

The little beggar nodded.

"Hmm...... You see Master, she is so hungry, we left this pot of noodles to her to eat by herself, we are a little wronged, roast a rabbit to eat, what do you think? ”

"Listen to my sister." The little beggar replied.