I unconsciously touched my ear, gently covered my left ear, imagining the feeling of losing hearing in one ear, imagining to experience the feeling of Yan Wrong, covering this ear I can't hear the wind, I can't hear laughter, and the one that can hear it seems to have become hazy, I immediately took my hand away, for fear that I won't be able to hear other movements-it's just that I can't stand it for a while, let alone Yan Cuo-

No wonder Yan Cuo is always very sensitive to other people's movements, and always cares about other people's whispers-

I thought about it carefully, and I thought back to some of Shi Yan's wrong actions, very few, we had very little time together, and even less time to really say a few words, but there were indeed a few times, I remember that when he talked to us, he turned around quietly and wanted to use his right side to face us, I also paid attention to his right side of his face at the time, which was angular, always frowning deeply, and gritting his teeth - I never thought about why he behaved like this, but Song Lingjian had already noticed.

The ginger noodles have been cooked, I went to put out the fire, covered the hot charcoal to keep warm, and deliberately found a few eggs, which can be beaten under a few eggs for a while, and it will be much warmer.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and from the inside to the outside, it was Yan who came out by mistake.

I hurriedly walked to the compound, took the new clothes to be dried under the eaves, tried to calm my mind, and thought about the little Yan Cuo who seriously hung his head to weave bamboo butterflies for his mother, and smiled at Yan Cuo, who came out with a frosty face at the moment: "Yan Cuo, got up so early?" ”

That's when I noticed that he was holding a small stack of paper in his hand.

Yan Cuo looked at me stunned, probably didn't expect me to be able to open my eyes normally, and then immediately became indifferent again, and asked me unceremoniously, "Who came to my room in the morning?" ”

In the morning, Han Sanxiao came, but not long after he quarreled with him, he must have known, and there was another one, that is, the sea drift that came in the early hours of the morning.

With a smile on my face, I didn't care how cold and hard his attitude was, and replied, "It seems that the sea has drifted here, but you are still sleeping, and he will soon be gone." ”

"I'll go out." Yan Cuo wanted to get his own answer, and he was about to go out.

"Hey, it's such a cold day, I won't ask for it, you put on this winter coat first, and then see if it's suitable when you come back." I immediately shoved my clothes into his hands and quickly stepped back, for I was still a little afraid of him.

Yan Cuo rolled his eyes: "I don't need to-"

"It's such a cold day, let's go quickly if you have something." I interrupted with a smile, and I knew he was going to refuse, but on such a cold day, he was still sick and only wore single clothes, how could he not be cold?

Afraid that he would reject me again, I changed the subject and said, "If you meet them, let them eat ginger noodles together, I have cooked a big pot." ”

Yan was stunned for a moment, Jiang Mian may also be an unforgettable memory for him. He didn't accept or refuse, took his clothes and gritted his teeth and went out.

Where will it go? I was curious, and at this time I thought that I was still in a dream, and I could travel thousands of miles in an instant, following this brother who was difficult to tame and difficult to approach, to watch anything about him.

I watched him from behind, in distress, only to see that he was about to go out, but suddenly stopped again.

Greet who is drifting in the courtyard and say, "Morning." ”

There was a sound of brisk footsteps in the alley, and Yan Cuo suddenly stopped and turned back to the back of the door, obviously Haipiao's "morning" was said to the people in the alley.

"I bought breakfast. Brother Haipiao, what are you painting when you get up so early? Look at you, you don't wear gloves or anything on such a cold day, and your hands are so cold that they are bloody. "It was Xia Xia who spoke, her voice was vibrant, like the listless look that talked to me last night, and my mood was lost.

Obviously, Xia Xia bought breakfast and went to the sea to drift, Yan Cuo estimated that he would not show up as soon as he saw Xia Xia, like a strong child, hiding behind the door, looking out quietly through a small crack in the door-

Yes, he can't hear now, and he can only know what others are saying by looking at the shape of their lips.

However, why did he secretly "listen" to Hai Piao talking to Xia Xia?

I was also quite curious, so I looked around, and quietly went up the stairs of my mother's attic, where there was a turn that could block me, and the terrain was higher, so that I could see Yan Cuo's movements so as not to be discovered, and I could also see the actions of the courtyard and Xia Xia - it seems that I am becoming more and more good at hide and seek, and I can't help but feel a little proud when I think of this.

I picked a seat and sat down, the wind was a little strong at the heights, I wrapped myself in a sheath, my hands covered my eyes, and my eyes looked at the scene in the courtyard with a little tiredness—

Hai Piao sat in front of the window in his room, because the window is wide and the window sill is very low, so even in the attic in my courtyard, I can see the scene in his room, he is sitting at the table, there are a lot of papers spread on the table, some of them are painted, but they are not colored, suddenly, I feel that these paintings are like Hai Piao's life, only the frame we see, but there is no color in it......

I really got up early in the morning to paint—where did Song Lingjian go? Leave him alone at home again?! I can't help but get a little angry.

Xia Xia sat on the small stool next to her, happily leaned her head together, tore the fritters in her hand into pieces, and put them in the bowl on the table. Come, while eating fragrant fritters, talk about it. ”

Hai Piao raised his eyes and looked around, his eyes swept to the attic stairs where I was, and also swam to the courtyard gate where Yan Cuo was, he smiled softly, as if he could see us behind him through the wooden door, and I also saw Yan Cuo take a step back unnaturally, as if he had been caught peeping.

"Once upon a time, there was a man who adopted a cat—"

The story of sea drifting began, and I was immediately interested, and I also loved to listen to stories, listening to stories that began with "once upon a time".

Haipiao said: "But this cat is disobedient and always causes trouble everywhere. One day when the man came back from outside, as soon as he entered the alley, he heard a bang, as if something had broken, and then he smelled a strong smell of oil in the alley, and then remembered that the oil he had just beaten in the morning had been put on the table and had not been collected. He hurriedly unlocked the door, and when he entered the house, he found a place of oil stains, and there was no one else in the house, except for the naughty cat lying on one side, motionless. ”

"This cat is in trouble now, and even the owner's oil has been spilled." Xia Xia held her head and chewed on fritters in small bites, she was like me, she liked to interject when listening to stories.

Haipiao asked her, "How do you know that this cat has spilled oil?" ”

Xia Xia tilted his head, his long braid folded in the bright light of the morning, looking vibrant: "Didn't you say it, the courtyard door is locked, there is no one else in this house except cats, and it fell motionless on the edge of the oil stains, it must have spilled the oil and accidentally injured itself, and I was afraid that the owner would blame it, so I lay there motionless, pretending to be obedient." ”

Hai Piao smiled, picked up the pen and drew a few strokes on the drawing paper, and said, "The master thought the same way, but after he saw the situation in the house, he began to shake this idea. ”

"What's going on in the house? Is it still a bottle of oil blown down by the wind? ”

Hai Piao handed out a piece of paper, the distance was too far for me to see what was drawn on it, it was probably a picture he drew about the story scene: "Do you know that the oil bottle that has been used for many years will be covered with dirt and dirt of old black oil, and the owner who is the user of course understands better that if it is really this cat that has knocked over the oil bottle, then there should be grease somewhere on its body, but this cat only has some oil under its body and the four ghost claws, but there is no dirty grease." This is one of them. ”

Xia Xia lit the painting on the drawing paper and found a way to refute: "Maybe this cat shook the table where the oil bottle was placed, and the oil bottle fell unsteadily." So that the cat doesn't have to have grease on its body, right? ”

"The oil bottle is more than a foot away from the table where it can be placed, if the oil bottle really falls off the table, unless it is pushed and shaken out of the table with great force, how can it fall so far?" Hai Piao also lit the painting, presumably with a table and an oil bottle on it, he continued, "And that kind of strength, a cat can't use." This is the second one. ”

Xia Xia scratched her face, and I frowned, which is also true.

"Thirdly, when the master entered the house to clean the broken bottles, he found that the oil had penetrated deep into the mud, and if the oil had been knocked over before he entered the door, the oil would not have seeped into the mud so quickly. Judging by the degree of seepage of the oil, it is possible that the oil has been on the ground at least one tea hour before he enters the house. ”

"Maybe the mud in his house is very loose, or maybe the oil is so thin that it seeps faster than usual?"

"Maybe it's possible. But the strangest thing is that the oil stains on the cat's body are all under the body and the four paws, even if it is really the oil it has spilled, the oil bottle is poured and the oil and water are splashed everywhere, and it is impossible to leave splash marks only under the body and the four paws. ”

"That's just as well. However, even if it is strange, there was indeed only one cat and no one else in the room at that time, the owner heard the sound and came in immediately, the courtyard door was trivial, so in such a short time, even if someone was really in the room, it would not have escaped and disappeared so quickly? Unless......" Xia Xia didn't dare to say any more.

Unless, there's a ghost?! I turned my head unnaturally and looked behind me.

Hai Piao smiled: "After the master calmed down, he slowly recalled some things before entering the door. He remembered that he heard a bang and smelled the smell of oil in the alley, so he wondered if the oil bottle had been overturned at home, so he hurried into the house. ”

"What's so strange about that?" Xia Xia asked, this is really not strange.

Because it suddenly occurred to him that if the oil bottle had been overturned at that time, the smell of oil would not have been immediately wafting in the alley, and it would not have been possible for the smell to spread so quickly on a cold winter day. And then, the sound of the bottle smashing—"

"Yes, I just wanted to say pull, there is glue on the glaze of the oil bottle, and it is not an empty crockpot, how can it fall out of a 'boom' sound, the last time I poured oil, I accidentally dropped an oil bottle, the sound was sparse, crisp and loud, even the Fei sister in the room was startled."

"So-"

"So?"

Hai Piao looked up and looked out the window, his eyes were very calm and wise, and the direction he was looking at was exactly the direction of Yan Cuo, and then I noticed that Yan Cuo had already clenched his hands into fists, looking very nervous, it was just a little story of guessing, why was Yan Cuo so nervous, could it be - could he not guess?

Hai Piao said: "The murderer who overturned the oil bottle does not need to escape in such a short time. ”

"And how did he escape?" Xia Xia also believed that it was not the cat that knocked over the oil bottle.

"Because," Hai Piao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if smiling bitterly, "when the oil bottle was overturned, he was not in the room at all. ”