Wen Cha thought about it, and quickly came back to his senses, holding Zhuang Ling's hand and wanting to play with his mobile phone.

Zhuang Ling thought for a second and replaced the WIFI with one produced by Difu.

The next day, Zhuang Ling's senior brother left, Wen Cha breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand and silently counted the days, and there was almost a month before she could go back.

It's the beginning of September, and if the original owner is still there, he should be in his second year of high school.

On the weekend, Zhuang Sisi came to play, brought some small gifts, and handed them to Zhuang Ling courteously.

"Uncle, guess what it is?"

Zhuang Ling was drawing talismans, didn't bother with her, waved her hand to let her go, Zhuang Sisi didn't roll and didn't bother him, sat on the sofa and waited for him to finish painting, then came over and handed a small pink box to Zhuang Ling, "Uncle, look at it, look at it." ”

Zhuang Ling was not interested in this kind of girl's heart-bursting thing at all, "Where did it come from?" ”

"No," Zhuang Sisi opened the box, and inside was a bunch of very cute cranberry biscuits, "This is Li Ting, the girl you helped her last time entrusted me to give it to you, I want to thank you, look at this ......"

"Take it." Zhuang Ling glanced at it coldly, "Don't let me say it a second time." ”

"Uncle......" Zhuang Sisi stomped his feet unwillingly, "Li Ting just wants to thank you, why are you like this?" ”

Zhuang Ling didn't bother to pay attention to her, packed up the pen and cinnabar, and went upstairs, Zhuang Sisi chased after her, "Uncle, Li Ting, she is very good, and she is my best friend, and she is also good-looking, can you go and meet her......"

"Is that enough?" Zhuang Ling stopped and stared at her condescendingly, "After that, go out immediately!" ”

Zhuang Sisi was taken aback by him, although Zhuang Ling was usually cold, he had never driven her away so harshly.

"Uncle," she knew that she was making Zhuang Ling angry, and looked at Zhuang Ling and didn't dare to make a big request like before, and said pitifully: "I, I really just look at her pitiful......"

Wretched?

The word amused warm tea.

What's so pitiful about that girl?

The family is rich, smart and beautiful, no one can be pitiful and she is pitiful, is this Zhuang Sisi's head kicked by a donkey?

To be pitiful, those who are old, weak, sick and disabled who can't eat enough should be even more pitiful, right?

"Let's go back," Zhuang Ling was silent for a moment, and said coldly: "Don't come here in the future."

After that, he didn't give Zhuang Sisi a chance to speak, took a few steps upstairs, pushed open the door, and cut off Zhuang Sisi's sight.

Zhuang Sisi retracted his gaze with some disappointment, looked at the biscuit in his hand, and finally realized that he seemed to have done something wrong.

Uncle didn't pay attention to family affection, not to mention her, even grandpa couldn't ask for anything special from him, and now she finally got closer, not only did she not cherish it, but she mentioned Li Ting again and again, which made Uncle unhappy, which was really excessive.

Thinking of this, she raised her feet upstairs, wanting to apologize to Zhuang Ling, but before she reached the door, a bright yellow rune paper flew straight out of the crack in the door and stuck it on her back.

She turned around and tried to open the door as if she had just woken up from a dream, only to find that she couldn't even touch the door anyway.

Zhuang Sisi stood at the door and was extremely disappointed, looking at the cranberry biscuits in his hand, and wanted to smash them with hatred.

Uncle's matter, how could she have intervened, she really gave some color, and forgot who she was.

After going upstairs, Zhuang Ling took the book to read without changing his face, Wen Chawo watched the drama next to him, and when it came to the point, Zhuang Ling went downstairs to cook for himself, after eating, Zhuang Ling continued to read, and Wen Cha continued to brush the forum blog or something.

Time passed in a flash, and by the time the warm tea woke up, it was almost October.

In the past almost a month, Zhuang Ling has not left the attic once, except for the courier who delivered the department store, the rest did not let anyone in, but Zhuang Sisi came over to take the blame as soon as he was on vacation, but Zhuang Ling ignored her at all, and after a long time, Zhuang Sisi did not come.

As soon as Wen Cha opened her eyes on this day, Zhuang Ling took her downstairs, and this day was the last day of forty-nine days.

Zhuang Ling walked to the small house at the very edge downstairs, opened the door, and walked in.

The design of this hut is very small, except for a bed, there is no display in the house, Zhuang Ling walked to the bed, I don't know where he touched, the bed turned over like a head, folded to the wall, and the ground suddenly revealed a square intersection.

It was a road that went straight underground.

Zhuang Ling raised his feet and walked inside, there was a stone step inside, there were no lights on both sides, it was dark, if it wasn't for the warm tea is the soul, there was still some unclear vision.

The temperature underground is very low, and there is a dull humidity in the air, which is cold, but not freezing.

When Zhuang Ling came to the end, it was a small basement, he touched the stone wall, and the basement was suddenly as bright as day.

Wen Cha looked in his direction, there was nothing around, except for a misty stone bed in the middle, the stone bed was very large, crystal clear like jade, occupying one-third of the basement, decorating the basement like a fairyland.

Zhuang Ling walked over, and when the smoke cleared, Wen Cha found a person lying on the stone bed.

To be precise, it was a young and beautiful little girl lying down.

The little girl's body was very white, her movements were stiff, she was motionless, and she looked like a dead person.

"This is a bed made of cold jade, and it has the miraculous effect of maintaining the basic functions of the body."

Zhuang Ling walked to the side of the bed and took the jade pendant off his neck, "Now I will make you return to yang." ”

Wen Cha nodded, and Zhuang Ling said again: "If nothing happens, don't be afraid, hold on to your mind, get rid of distracting thoughts, and when you open your eyes, you can go home."

"Hmm." Wen Cha immediately closed his eyes, followed his voice, guarded his Yuan Shen, maintained Qingming, broke away from the jade pendant, and floated towards the body on the cold jade bed, and the moment he entered the body, an invisible force expelled her, wanting to tear her to pieces, but Zhuang Ling taught them with more powerful strength to leave no armor.

Wen Cha kept admonishing herself in her heart to stay awake, and as she spoke, she somehow fell into a deep sleep.

Zhuang Ling was beside her and called her softly, "Wake up, don't sleep!" Do you hear that? ”

Wen Cha barely opened his eyes, and after seeing the nervousness on his face, he pouted, "I almost fell asleep." ”

Zhuang Ling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and pinched her face, "Are you conscious?" ”

Wen Cha bared his teeth: "Why don't you let me pinch you and see if you are conscious?"

Zhuang Ling let go of her hand and lifted her limbs again, "What about these places?" ”

Wen Cha shook his legs, "It's good." ”

"Hmm," Zhuang Ling nodded her belly again and asked, "This?"

"Okay."

"And this," Zhuang Ling's fingertips fell on her heart, "is it uncomfortable?" ”

Wen Cha: Is ......it embarrassing to poke a girl's chest openly and openly?

Zhuang Ling couldn't understand her complaints, and nodded her nose, "What about you?" ”

Warm tea: "Hurts ......"