"Not really, I can swear!" I said categorically, "I'm pretty sure we didn't post anything that day, we had a day at the amusement park." Going to an amusement park is to be happy, how can you not be happy? ”

Lao Leng did not continue.

After a moment of silence, he looked at Zhu Zhu.

"What about June 3rd? Is Xuan Bing's writing normal? ”

Zhu Zhu's expression seemed to be a little embarrassed.

After hesitating for a long time, she hesitated and said, "I didn't send anything that night on the 3rd, but I should have poured instant noodles on her bed on the night of the 2nd." ”

Zhu Zhu is like a topic terminator, and when he says a word, he feels that the temperature in the teahouse has dropped by ten degrees.

No one spoke for a long time, and the whole teahouse was cold.

I combed silently in my heart, before that, I had a grudge against Zhu Zhu.

Even if we are allies now, it is impossible for her to wipe out the fact that she poured instant noodle soup on Xuan Bing's bed.

Now it seems that Xuan Bing's accident is not very related to being splashed with instant noodles by Zhu Zhu on the bed.

It's just that Lao Leng and I can't accept it after all.

We don't speak now, but we have already determined in our hearts that on June 4th, Xuan Bing will not paint his notebook like this.

Obviously, at this point, it seems that there is no need to pursue these two paintings when they are in an irritable mood.

But I'm sure that over time, we will know why Xuan Bing did what he did in the first place.

Certain.

Lao Leng's thoughts are probably similar to mine, he closed the notebook, but his emotions still didn't come out in Zhu Zhu's words.

Lao Leng's face still didn't have any expression, but he could see that he was in a very low mood.

I'm also feeling down.

After a long silence, my stomach began to protest.

Grunt.

The awkward voice shattered the peace in the teahouse.

Lao Leng and Zhu Zhu couldn't help but glance at me.

"Tomorrow is Xuan Bing's first seven, do you want to go and see her?" Lao Leng looked at me and said.

Strictly speaking, this is not the first seven days of Xuan Bing, Lao Leng has been counted since the day Xuan Bing entered the ground.

These days, I miss her so much, and after listening to Lao Leng's words, I nodded.

"Do you know where she sleeps?" Lao Leng asked.

"I don't know."

"Then come to me tomorrow." After Lao Leng finished speaking, he didn't say anything again.

"Okay."

After I answered, I left the teahouse with Zhu Zhu.

Just about to walk out of the teahouse, he actually bumped into a jackal head-on.

It startled me and Zhu Zhu.

The jackal, too, didn't think we'd find it here.

He seemed to change his face, and the originally shocked face was transformed into anger in an instant.

This time, he didn't have any extra nonsense, and as soon as he came up, he threw me to the ground.

"I want you to be nosy." The voice landed, and he was about to make a move.

Lao Leng's voice came from behind us.

"The jackals let them go."

"Why?"

"That's the end of it."

"Is that all?"

"Forget it!" Lao Leng waved his hand.

The jackal reluctantly let go of me, and as I got up, kicked me in the leg with no light or heavy.

I wanted to get up and kick back, but before I could do anything, Zhu Zhu kicked the jackal's leg.

Seeing the jackal pouting, Zhu Zhu ran away as soon as he slipped away.