Wen Xiaomo smiled, "Thank you, I'm also a little hungry at this hour, so I'll go out and come back in an hour." ”

"Okay, guests go slowly." The shopkeeper smiled and sent Wen Xiaomo out of the store, then turned around and went back to concentrate on making pens.

Wen Xiaomo walked out of the pen and paper shop, the smile on the corner of his mouth was immediately put away, and his eyes walked coldly in the direction of the opera garden that the store said, and sure enough, as the shop said, the wonton stall outside the opera garden was full of people. After all, the cost of a bowl of wontons is still much cheaper than the money of going to the theater garden to listen to the play.

He found a marginal seat and ordered a bowl of chaos with Xiao Er, maybe he was too remote here, and the sound of singing in the opera garden sounded a little intermittent, but it didn't matter, he was just here to listen to the play.

Wen Xiaomo thought about the name of the play, and then shook his head and listened carefully with the people around him.

When the wontons were brought over by Xiao Er, Wen Xiaomo also specially inquired with Xiao Er about the time of singing in this opera garden.

Xiao Er knew that there were many people who were reluctant to listen to the drama and would come to them to play the play, but it didn't matter, it would be good if they could make money anyway, so Xiao Er told Wen Xiaomo carefully what he would sing about this drama and how long he would sing it.

Wen Xiaomo watched Xiao Er leave, so he said a few words to the people at the same table, but those people were obviously listening to the play, and they didn't eat a few bites of wontons, so they didn't care about Wen Xiaomo. After all, they were already far away from the opera garden, and as soon as Wen Xiaomo spoke, they couldn't hear clearly.

So several people waved their hands at Wen Xiaomo with disgust, signaling him not to speak, and then they all turned in the direction of the opera garden, listening fascinated.

Wen Xiaomo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was actually not very hungry, but looking at the little wonton in front of him, he just wanted to eat, if he didn't eat more, he always felt that his heart was a little flustered, and he couldn't find a place to land.

Before he knew it, he ate all the ravioli, and then he said as if to himself, "Oops, I forgot to ask the store to engrave my name on the pen!" ”

As soon as he mentioned the pen, a guest at the table turned his head to look at Wen Xiaomo, "It's in that pen and paper shop!" I saw that you didn't sit down for long, you hurry up and go back to the store and talk to the store, that person is very talkative! This play, and sing for two quarters of an hour, you come back from that store in a while, and you can just hear Wang's play! ”

"Thank you." Wen Xiaomo arched his hand slightly, "Please also ask Brother Tai to help me take a look at the wontons, I will be back soon." ”

"Go, go, go! As long as you put the wonton bowl here, no one will come and take your place. The man waved his sleeves at Wen Xiaomo twice like a fly, and then turned back to listen to the play.

Wen Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief, then got up to leave, he really went back to the pen and paper shop, talked to the boss, and asked him to help carve a Wen character on the corner of the pen.

The boss smiled and agreed, and continued to bury himself in making pens.

Wen Xiaomo turned around and walked out in the direction of the opera garden, but this time he didn't go directly to the wonton stall, but turned into a small road halfway.

Yang Cheng's family is very remote, it may be that Yang Cheng's relationship is too poor, there is no door next to Yang Cheng's family, his neighbors seem to be thieves, and they all see that the location of the door is far away from Yang Cheng's house, and the courtyard wall separated from Yang Cheng is also built very high.

Wen Xiaomo walked to the door of Yang Cheng's house, and when he was thinking about how to get in, the door opened as soon as he pushed it. He was slightly stunned, then walked in quickly, tied the door, and then walked briskly inside, whispering as he walked, "Brother Yang? Yang cheng? ”

No one?

Wen Xiaomo stood in Yang Cheng's room and didn't see Yang Cheng's figure.

Then he went to the kitchen, to the barn.

No, none!

Wen Xiaomo frowned, stomped his feet, and then his gaze drifted over Yang Cheng's Gong room, no! Wen Xiaomo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked in the direction of Gongfang, and as soon as he walked in, he heard a slight snoring sound from inside.

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips, then he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and slowly pushed open the door of Gong's room.

Yang Cheng should have come over like this, and then tripped on the ground, his belt was still unfastened, and his face was raised...... Just towards the pit.

Why not fall forward a little more? In that case, wouldn't he have to do it? Wen Xiaomo squinted his eyes and walked towards Yang Cheng step by step.

"Poof!"

Wen Xiaomo quickly walked out of Gong's room, looked back at the empty ground lightly, he was just about to leave, thought about it, rinsed and walked back, picked up Yang Cheng's belt that fell on the side, and put it on the edge of the pit, and then he moved the bucket that tripped Yang Cheng twice in the direction of the pit.

Yang Chenglu's legs were still struggling outside the pit, but his hand was stuck in the pit, so he couldn't get out by himself.

Wen Xiaomo watched coldly as Yang Cheng's legs slowly stopped struggling, and he said softly: "Don't blame me, blame yourself for being too greedy." You've cooperated with me, and you've cheated so many copper plates from me, and now you're using me for someone else's sake? I treat you like a brother, you take me for a fool? Hum! Deserve! In the next life, be a good person! ”

He turned away with a blank face, and when he walked to the door, he listened to the movement outside, and then opened the door and walked away quickly.

When he returned to the wonton stall, those people were listening intently, and no one seemed to notice when he came back.

Wen Xiaomo stirred the warm wontons with a spoon, and wanted to take a bite, but when the wontons came to his mouth, he felt so disgusting, as if there was a faint smell around it, just like the smell of Yang Chengjia's Gongfang.

"Smack!" With a bang, Wen Xiaomo's spoon fell to the ground, and he quickly bent down to pick it up and put it aside, "It seems that I can't eat it." ”

"Huh? You're back? The person who had spoken to Wen Xiaomo before turned his head and glanced at him.

"Yes! Wang's play, of course I'm going to come back soon and listen to it. Wen Xiaomo said with a chuckle.

The man frowned, "You don't seem to have a good face. ”

"Oh! I was in a hurry when I came back and ran a few steps. Wen Xiaomo suddenly glanced at the opera garden, "Listen, it's the voice of everyone Wang!" ”

Actually, where did he know what the Wang family was, but this person mentioned it before, and then he noticed the focused looks of the other people for a moment, so he said this, and sure enough, the person immediately turned his head and listened carefully.

Wen Xiaomo reached out and touched his chest, his heart was beating fast, I don't know if it was because of Yang Cheng's matter, or because of the relationship between running a few steps when he went around the alley in order to avoid people's eyes. He let out a long sigh of relief, and then silently memorized the article he had read yesterday, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.