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"So you're here. ”

Wen Jin, who was sitting on the eaves, looked back, and immediately turned back, looking at a brightly lit workshop in the distance, which could even be said to be in full swing, accompanied by a faint jingling sound, he raised the wine gourd in his hand, raised his head and drank the wine silently.

"It's boring to drink alone, and I don't want to find a companion~"

Thirteen hippies squatted next to Wen Jin with smiling faces, no more, no less, exactly three feet.

It seems a little cold to get too close...... Physically ......

After a short silence, Thirteen reached into his arms, and seeing that he was moving, Wen Jin, who seemed to be unconcerned, immediately poked over and struck an ice pick-like look.

There was still a bit of hostility in his eyes.

Sensing the other party's unfriendliness, Thirteen slowed down and let the hand in his arms stretch out slowly, slowly, with an extremely cautious demeanor, as if there was a delicate treasure hidden inside.

However, Thirteen just took out an oiled paper bag, and when he spread it out, there were some cold edamame beans inside, and grinned: "Hehe, it's too tasteless to just drink, I'll bring you something good to drink." Boiled in salted water, it's still delicious. ”

Is the power of gastronomy invincible?

Wen Jin, who exudes "don't come close to me" all the time, actually aimed her eyes at the edamame handed over by Thirteen, but she didn't show any **, the eyes under the thick eyelashes flashed gray, and some emotion seemed to appear on her face, and it was immediately suppressed.

The cold gaze fell on Thirteen's face, Wen Jin opened her mouth, but she didn't speak, she didn't know what to say, and she couldn't figure out what routine Thirteen was playing?

The only thing Wen Jin can be sure of now is one thing, that is, Thirteen clearly knew that she was the one who assassinated Meng Yuyan in the afternoon, why didn't he denounce her?

Afraid of the identity of the Ling family's blood guard?

It's impossible, she's just the most ordinary blood guard, it's not worth Ling Xuewu to vouch for the reputation of the Ling family, once she is suspected, she will definitely be questioned and investigated.

Thirteen kept smiling, it looked like an ordinary, ordinary smile, but Wen Jin tried very hard to figure out the meaning behind the smile......

"Little lady, don't you eat or not~ My hand has been holding it like this very sour," or Thirteen spoke first to dissolve the silence and twisted up a few edamame, "If you don't eat it, it will be cold, but I think it tastes better with wine when it is cold." ”

While speaking, Thirteen kept staring at the wine gourd in Wen Jin's hand, and the smell wafting out of it had already penetrated into his nose along the wind, so that the wings of his nose kept stirring.

Wen Jin silently handed over the wine gourd, but Thirteen waved his hand and said, "Don't drink, don't drink, don't bring a cup." ”

The woman is still more gentle when drinking, and when Wen Jin drinks, her lips are attached to the mouth of the wine gourd.

Thirteen's reaction made Wen Jin think that he was thinking about this matter, and the corners of his mouth rose with some coldness, and said: "The daughter of the rivers and lakes is free and free, you would actually taboo such a thing as drinking in the same pot and having indirect skin relations?"

"Ouch~ Look at what you said, don't look at how much wine your little gourd contains!!Give me a drink? I guess I won't have two sips. Thirteen frowned, and there were other words in the strange words, "If you don't have wine, won't it affect you to climb high and look far away, and spread your thoughts?"

Men are essentially big pigs' trotters.

Before Wen Jin could react, Thirteen still took the wine gourd, and then stuffed the oiled paper bag containing edamame into Wen Jin's hand: "But you also have to have a degree of missing, it's good to think about it once in a while, and it will make people more uncomfortable to take it out all the time." ”

Twisted a edamame and put it in his mouth, the slightly salty and sour taste melted Wen Jin's face slightly: "The wine gourd is... Someone else sent it. ”

Thirteen shook the wine gourd, and found that there was not much wine left in it, so he had to take the wine gourd and turn around, pretending to say, "Hmm...... Looks pretty delicate......"

The gourd looks a little old, with an all-red rope tied on it, and a pattern carved very much like the word "Feng", but there are four horizontal, vertical and extremely long, and there is an upside-down eight at the upper end.

"I have a friend who was a long time ago... Her home is also so hot, and the noise throughout the night always makes people sleep hard......"

Wen Jin's voice had a little more warmth in it, and she spoke in a curling voice.

"Stop!"

However, as soon as the story began, Thirteen hurriedly shouted to stop and said seriously: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the lonely men and widows are indeed very suitable for confiding in their hearts." But I'm not interested in your story, or your friend's story, so I don't need to tell it.

"No, don't tell me!!"

For Thirteen, everything that he didn't see with his own eyes counted as stories.

Since it is a story, how much of it is true and how much is false depends on the idea of the person who told the story.

The biggest purpose of the story is to let the listener take the place of one of the characters, to empathize, so as to burst out the same emotion.

This routine is commonly used.

The best trick to conquer a chivalrous woman is not to save the beauty of the hero, but to have a sad, tragic, and sympathetic past.

In this way, young heroes who have been hurt by love can always easily break through the psychological defense line of chivalrous women and gain recognition, and there is no need to repeat what will happen later.

On the contrary, the sadness of chivalrous women can also arouse men's desire to protect.

It's just that Thirteen doesn't want to hear it now, and when he hears it, he can't help it, and the result must be terrible...

"I came to you just to say something. Thirteen held up a finger and said in a commanding tone, "Chen Lingyu needs Meng Yuyan." So, you can't kill her yet, at least don't do it for the next few days, or don't blame me for being rude. ”

In order to prove the weight of these words, Thirteen condensed a murderous aura, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly rose, like a fierce beast hidden in the darkness showing its fangs: "After the matter on Dayu's side is done, you can do what you want to do, and then you will not care about my affairs." ”

With that, Thirteen put down the wine gourd and got up to leave.

Wen Jin picked up a edamame, peeled off some yellowed coats, picked up the two beans inside, and said to herself: "I have a friend..."

"I go to sleep every day with a tinkling sound... One day, crying and wailing took the place of a familiar voice..."

"Can't sleep... I can't sleep without those voices..."

"Later, the rough sound of striking iron turned into a gentle singing, fine and broken, as warm as jade..."

"She met her, and it was a mistake... It was a beautiful mistake..."

"Beautiful? no... Not beautiful... No, no, no... She shouldn't have met her, she shouldn't..."

"Without it, she wouldn't be so miserable... So tangled... So..."

The shredded words drifted in the wind and disappeared without a trace...

...

"Tsk! Lin quilt shouldn't be cheap, what are you doing here!"

The dark shadow cursed and jumped into the darkness...

(End of chapter)

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