As soon as Wen Zhen saw the carriage, he was angry, and he wanted to go forward to get his Dianfen back, but there was nothing hanging by the door, and the coachman who was driving the car stopped the car and entered a house with a tailor's sign on the side of the road.

Wen Zhen smiled, took advantage of the fact that there was no one on all sides, slipped into the car, and observed the furnishings inside, sure enough, they were in pairs, neat and neat, and even the seam tassels of the cushions were straightened one by one, generally of length.

Wen Zhen took out a small pair of scissors and carefully began to cut the tassels along the edge, cutting from the first to the last, maintaining an inconspicuous angle of inclination, making sure to create the effect of "not seeing something wrong at a glance, but it is no longer on the same line, which will make the sensitive obsessive-compulsive disorder feel uncomfortable, but it will never be found for a while".

After cutting the tassel, I chose a corner of the table, and slowly sharpened it under one of the corners with a knife, until only the shallow part was still attached to the tabletop, but it was absolutely impossible to see at a glance, and then used a little sticky glue to stick it weakly.

As soon as the carriage vibrated slightly, the corner of the table would fall.

The silk curtain of the carriage is also cut at a subtle trapezoidal angle, cutting inward and outward.

I measured the seat, and in the middle of the seat, I lifted the cushion, unwrapped the stitching under the cushion, and sprinkled chili powder evenly into the cotton wool.

I didn't bring a needle and thread, but fortunately, it was not easy to find it at the bottom.

After doing all this, Wen Zhen dusted off his sleeves and left calmly.

Not long after she got out of the car, the coachman came out of the house, took a cloth bag, and drove away.

Wen Zhen waved the chili bottle and looked at it with a smile.

After finishing this ticket, it seemed that her luck had changed, and she quickly found the right way and went to Wen's house.

On the other side, the coachman drove the carriage back to the gate of an exquisite courtyard, and someone was waiting at the door, saying, "Why did you drive the car out alone?" ”

"Yesterday, the wheel on the left snapped a stone, the bearing was a little crooked, you know, the master is exquisite, I can't see these, I rushed to the cart shop at night to repair, and by the way, I brought back the custom-made strip of cloth. Rest assured, no one approached the car along the way. ”

The guard frowned and said, "Don't make such a claim in the future," and said: The master thinks that the bed is too low, and wants to go back to the carriage to sleep, and you will wait for it. ”

The coachman replied with a bitter face, parked the car at the door, and took out the contents of the cloth bag, but they were two pieces of pink and purple cloth like a boat, like the moon and lotus root, and the guard smiled: "Can it be regarded as done?" The master said that he was of great use to this thing, but it was uncomfortable to hang it alone, so he had to get a pair. I searched all over the town and couldn't find anyone who could do this, and I didn't even know what it was, thanks to the artisan tailor. While chatting, I went into the carriage to check it carefully, and only came out again when I saw that there was no problem.

The coachman hung up the two things, one left and one right, shook his head and smiled: "This person pays attention to everything, and he is really ......."

Before he finished speaking, he saw someone in the house come out and quickly silenced him.

A tall figure strolled out of the house, the moonlight cloak seemed to blend with the moonlight, the hands holding the cloak were slender, and the nails were as bright as diamond-adorned shells.

He floated out with a wandering step, and under his eyes hung a blue and black that had been severely sleep-deprived because of his bed.

He floated into the car, glanced inside the car, swept the neat and clean furnishings of the car, and then lay straight down on the extraordinarily wide seat, closing his eyes.

He lay down for a moment.

Huo Ran sat up.

Look around.

No clues.

I fell asleep again, but this time I couldn't close my eyes.

Wrong...... What's wrong......

What's wrong......

The curtains hang flat and unwrinkled, the corners of the table are straight without the slightest mark, the cushions are as smooth as a mirror, and even the tassels are neat......

Because someone who hadn't been able to sleep well in bed for three nights, he could only rest for a while when he entered this confined space, but tonight was very strange, obviously everything was as usual, but there was always a strange feeling, which made him feel uncomfortable all over his back, and he couldn't fall asleep.

The zombie lay for a long time, he was bored and a little irritable, and his hand unconsciously ran the tassel one by one.

Brush it up...... Pick it up.

The hand suddenly stopped.

Quickly pounce again.

Huo Ran sat up.

He glanced down at the cushion.

At a glance, I almost scolded my mother.

Which of these immoral bastards did it!

He sat up, and the action of sitting up was so great that he knocked down the corner of the table.

There was a click, and the corner of the table fell.

At a glance, his heart shook, the cold light flashed in his hand, and the corner of the table opposite also fell.

Then he flicked his sleeves and wanted to destroy the cushion.

The cushion was shattered to powder, but a layer of red mist rose up, and he glanced at it contemptuously—an inferior trick, and since he had found out that there was something wrong with the cushion, he had already held his breath.

Then he found the back of his hands, his face, all the exposed skin, even the crotch of his pants......

It's all starting to be hot.

What the hell!

He lifted the curtain to ask someone to get water, and as soon as his hand touched the curtain, he quickly retracted it as if it was burned, and this time he didn't dare to brush his sleeves, and the cold light flashed, and the curtain fell neatly to the ground.

Outside the carriage, the attendant and the coachman turned back in surprise - what happened to the carriage? Why is the vibration violent, what is the master doing inside?

After a while, Yan Sui floated out of the carriage, and the entourage took a look, what's the matter, it was still blue just now, why is it a little red now?

What happened in the carriage?

And the master's walking posture is a little wrong.

Rub the pace of the devil of friction.

Yan Sui floated all the way back, dropping a command that was almost unable to suppress his anger.

"Fetch water! I'm going to take a shower! ”

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Returning to the small courtyard of the Wen family, seeing the one-star lights in the courtyard from a distance, Wen Zhen quickened his pace, thinking about how to make up words later.

Wen Zhen, Wen Zhenzhen, such a similar name, and the side before and after death, is this an arrangement in the dark, so that she and people with similar magnetic fields will eventually have a while.

I don't know if those three will meet similar people and similar things.

Although she knew that it had nothing to do with her, the sentence before she left was always like a spell in her heart.

Did she not notice that Wen Zhenzhen committed suicide underneath, did she listen to it for too long and missed the opportunity to save people?

Plainly, he gave her a debt of human life.

Abominable neurosis!

The lights ahead suddenly went out.

Wen Zhen didn't have a reason to tighten his heart, three steps and two steps to push open the courtyard door, pushing the door at the same time to hear an ominous knock, fortunately, the courtyard is narrow, three steps to the room, Wen Zhen has not pushed the door open, has already pulled out a kitchen knife from the backpack.

The moment she entered the house, she raised her head, and the kitchen knife in her hand flew out in the next second.

There were two clicks, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was accompanied by an ouch from Aunt Wen.

Wen Zhen didn't have time to breathe out.

Throwing the property back from Liu's house to the ground, he hurriedly pounced on it to see, and sure enough, the two old men fell to the ground, their faces were full of tears, and they still had belts around their necks.

Outside the house, there were night patrol soldiers, and the light of the dead wind lamp shimmered faintly.

The girl's face seemed to be shining in a pale white background, pink and tender, bent eyebrows and smiling eyes, pupils larger and darker than ordinary people, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, three points of joy, three points of bright peach blossoms.

The eyes of the old couple of the Wen family suddenly widened, and Uncle Wen had a violent convulsion all over his body, his throat grunted twice, his eyes rolled, his head tilted, and he fainted.

Wen Auntie didn't go any better, after shaking violently, she suddenly let out a scream, Wen Zhen was afraid that she would be scared, so she reached out to help, but she grabbed her wrist.

"Really, really, really, you're back? Do you still have something on your mind? Aunt Wen's face turned pale and blue, and the fingers that held Wen Zhen's wrist couldn't help trembling, so that her nails struck a soft sound, "Are you blaming my mother for agreeing to the Liu family's retreat?" Do you blame your mother for not being able to put you in a good coffin? Are you to blame...... The strange lady buried you in a mass grave......" she looked at the red silk Wen Zhen was wearing, and her face was even more miserable, "You...... You're still wearing red......"

"What's the matter," Wen Zhen smiled and patted her hand, pulled her rough fingers into his palm and rubbed it, "Look at it, it's hot, I'm not dead, I crawled out of the grave." As for this dress, the blessed god sees me pitiful and borrows me. ”

In the small temple not far away, the "Lucky God" who had been robbed had not finished crying, and suddenly snorted.

Aunt Wen looked at her blankly, her eyes were confused, dazed and fearful, Wen Zhen covered her hand, but she felt that the fingers in her palm were getting colder and colder, pouted, touched her stomach, stood up, and said, "Didn't you eat dinner?" I'll get you something to cushion your stomach first. ”

Aunt Wen's eyes were even more stunned, and she immediately shook her head. Wen Zhen ignored her, and went into the kitchen next to her, she was already so hungry that her heart was close to her belly, and all she thought about was food in her head, and when she saw Liu Shang's big white buttocks, she thought about snow-white steamed buns.

She has two major problems, one is that she is not hungry, and the other is that she wants to do it when she sees the stove.

The kitchen was empty, and after searching for a long time, I could only find some flour, a few green onions, some tofu residue and pickled cabbage, a bowl of chicken soup in the cupboard that had no meat, and two bare beef bone sticks that were also naked.

But for Wen Zhen, having these is already perfect.

"Don't rummage, don't mess with my food!" Aunt Wen followed, even if she was in a trance, she subconsciously wanted to defend her territory.

"No, it won't." Wen Zhen smiled and waved his hand, took the flour for himself, smashed the beef bone stick to extract the bone marrow, added the dough together with the chicken soup, and boiled a pot of hot water to cool it on the side. Wen Zhen began to knead the dough, so fast that Aunt Wen couldn't react if she wanted to stop it, she leaned on the door frame in a daze to watch Wen Zhen knead the dough, her eyes became more and more frightened - Wen Zhen's kneading action was extraordinary, the flowing posture was brisk, it didn't seem to take much effort, but the dough was quickly formed, her undulating shoulders and fingers seemed to imply rhythm, and people were in a trance, and they didn't understand how kneading dough could make people look fascinated.

The dough soon became slightly pale gold, and there was a smooth and moist feeling in the faint light, Wen Zhen took the knife, grabbed a few soft sounds, and the dough was cut into dough sheets of consistent thickness and size, and the dough sheets became noodles of uniform length and thickness in an instant.

In the eyes of Aunt Wen, she only saw a snow-colored knife light like a waterfall and rain, and suddenly the tip of the knife was picked, and the noodles fell into the pot of hot water like willow leaves like rain, and floated and danced in the crab eye bubbles, mixed with the fragrance of wheat and the indescribable strange fragrance that instantly dispersed.

Aunt Wen murmured sluggishly: "I really hate the kitchen the most, and I never cook ......"

Wen Zhen didn't seem to hear it, took three bowls, quickly put some ingredients from local materials, took a pair of chopsticks, and didn't know how to wrap it, and then wrapped the noodles around the chopsticks in three or two clicks, and quickly stirred the cold water that had been prepared next to him, and then put it in the bowl, poured hot soup, sprinkled with shallots, and then dripped a few drops of sesame oil.

The aroma was originally hidden, and after a while, it was uncovered by the world's skillful hands.