"It's time to eat------ Xinya finally came out of the kitchen, holding two wine glasses between her fingers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"Why are you drinking?" I rarely drink alcohol, and even less at home, and it's an unsolvable mystery to say that I drink outside in the middle of the night and cause trouble.

At this time, Xinya Jean drank wine, and it always felt like a Hongmen banquet.

"I made your favorite braised yellow eel with garlic and chili, your favorite food, why don't you drink two cups?"

It turns out that Xinya said that it was delicious to be this!

It is true that when I was a child, my family was poor in the countryside and I couldn't eat meat a few times a year, but every summer, my brother always let me eat a few big meals. That is, catch some good fish from the paddy field, clean them up, chop them into sections, stir-fry them with red peppers, add salt and water, put a large handful of garlic heads, and then put them in a clay pot with a lid and cover them, hook the ears of the clay pot with a long iron hook and stuff them into the red earthen stove where the wood burns, smolder, and when the other meals are ready, the eel will be stewed, especially when the eel is just poured out of the crockpot pot, the fragrant taste will not be forgotten for a lifetime.

After I got to know my wife, I told her that she tried to make it for me as I described it, but it didn't taste exactly the same because it was different from the way it was done in the countryside, but it was still one of my favorite dishes.

My wife has been gone for 10 years, and I haven't eaten this dish since, and I don't have the heart to do it myself.

"Really? Would you do it too? "There are dishes that I love the most but haven't eaten for many years, and my heart, which was still full of clouds just now, suddenly opened up.

When I approached the table and saw the casserole, I wondered: I never seemed to have told Xinya about it, so how did she know that this was my favorite dish?

I lifted the lid of the casserole with a frown, and looked at it suspiciously, and it looked like it was really going on.

"You... How did you know I loved this? ”

"How could I not know that you had forgotten about it yourself?" Obviously, Xinya thought that this incident would definitely surprise me, and she looked a little proud, but I really couldn't remember that I had told her.

"I don't have a good memory when I'm older, so it seems that my little secret can only be kept secret to myself."

"What other secrets do you have with me, I don't know what you do! Come, drink! ”

“Duang！”

Xinya's spirits were flying, and I was also emotionally brought up by her, and I drank the wine in the wine glass with a tilt of my neck, and stretched out the empty glass towards Xinya: "Thank you!" ”

When the chopsticks were about to reach into the casserole, I always felt that something was wrong.

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If Wenwen's affairs are not clarified for a day, I will not be able to be practical for a day.

I know that Wenwen rejects Xinya very much, but there is no other way, as soon as I have the opportunity, I will knock on the side or want to know a little bit of Wenwen's ideological dynamics from Xinya, or instigate Xinya to go to Wenwen to explore the truth, but Xinya is mostly private and people don't want to say it, so don't ask me to hit a wall.

But I also know from this that Wenwen doesn't seem to have told anyone about it yet.

But when Wenwen met me, she didn't talk much, and if there was no one else around, she didn't even say hello, and her eyes were mixed with serious contempt and spit. This really made me feel very aggrieved and hurt, but I couldn't explain it anymore, it was always the sentence "I really didn't do it", and I sounded pale and weak.

For a girl who is not married or even has a boyfriend who has never heard of her, even if you find that her belly is slightly bulging, everyone may think that she has gained a little weight recently, only I see her slightly bulging lower abdomen, always like looking at a handnade emitting green smoke, which may explode in the next second.

Because of this, I am almost depressed, I can't sleep at night, I really want to tell Xinya about it, I think sooner or later it will be made public, but I don't know what kind of way Wenwen intends to make it public.

However, the problem that can't be explained to Wenwen is probably difficult to make sense with Xinya, now it's all about evidence, Wenwen can point to the child in her belly and say that this is evidence, why should I say that I didn't do it myself?

Maybe subconsciously I think that only my wife can understand and believe me, or believe that she must be watching my every move from some corner of the underworld.

I decided to go down and find my wife.

I lied to Xinya that I was going to play out of town on Saturday and stayed overnight and asked her not to go to my place this weekend, and she said yes because she was happy to see me go out to play and exercise.

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"Young man, you've been coming down a lot less lately, haven't you?" I'm in my forties, and it sounds a little awkward to call me a young man, but Uncle Niu is a ghost who is hundreds of years old, and there is nothing wrong with this, but Uncle Niu has a few meanings in his words, and I have to think about it.

"Yes, I've had a little bit of a physical problem lately, and I've been sparse a little bit, but don't worry, if you run out of wine, as long as you say a word, I can honor you just as well."

"You still have a little conscience in this future life!" Uncle Niu still didn't look at me with a straight face when he spoke, and it seemed that he would never be able to finish the roster that was placed in front of him.

"There's still no news from your wife, right?" After a pause, Uncle Niu finally turned his head and lowered his voice: "You------, you still have to go to Meng Po." ”

"Why do you say that?"

Uncle Niu threw his arm into the air and blasted me away.

Uncle Niu and Meng Po are both people in the officialdom of the underworld, and the information communication between them may not be known by wild ghosts and lonely spirits, in our popular words, it is called insider information.

Uncle Niu, is this a hint?

I was very excited, but when I thought of the first two times Meng Po drove us away, I felt a little retreated.

came out of Uncle Niu's place and didn't take a few steps before he ran into Xiaomeng.

Xiaomeng was nailed to the ground like a log, and she didn't have any excitement at all when she saw me walking towards her, no words or movements, just looked at me stupidly.

I thought, this is fine, the number of meetings is less, and gradually she will not be so entangled in me.

But when I got closer, I found that this girl's eyes were full of tears.

"Xiaomeng, what's wrong?"

I reached out to help her wipe her tears, but she tilted her head on my chest, looked up at her tear-filled face, burst into tears, and said, "It's nothing, I just miss you." ”

I shook my head helplessly, gently pushed Xiaomeng away from my chest, and scratched her nose: "Like a child!" ”

Xiaomeng wiped her tears again and said "hehe" embarrassedly.

"Any good news?"

"There's news, but don't expect too much." Looking at her expression, I really didn't dare to have any extravagant expectations.

"Then we have to hear about it."

"Didn't you ask me to find some older ones when you left last time, I looked for a lot, only one lame man said that he should have seen your wife, the previous part is the same as what the other ghosts said, or did the woman reluctantly squat on the bridge day and night and refused to leave, but he provided a little new information later."

"What's the situation?" Gripping Xiaomeng's shoulders and shaking.