Chapter 161

Just then Xia Qiao rushed to the car, showing off the bag in his hand. When he heard this, he urged him to "get in the car" and then lowered his head and sat in the car.

Xia Qiao didn't know why, so he sat in the back seat with his bag in his arms.

It was nothing at first, but when the car door closed and the car drove a certain distance, he finally felt something subtle in this small closed space.

If I had to describe it, it would be a bit similar to the living room at four in the morning.

He didn't know what it meant, and he didn't dare to make any noise to break the eerie silence, so he had to lower his head and tinker with his new phone.

***

It has been raining recently. As the car was about to leave Ningzhou, it started to rain again.

The person in the front seat rested his elbow on the edge of the window and propped his head. He hadn't moved for a long time and seemed to have fallen asleep. When I heard it, I leaned on the back seat and felt a little sleepy.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, his arm was poked.

He turned his head and saw Xia Qiao hand over the phone and whispered: "Brother, come and record your fingerprints."

Originally, Xia Qiao didn't want to set up a lock screen for the sake of convenience, but considering that his brother had too many secrets, he decided to add a fingerprint lock.

After recording, Xia Qiao called himself on Wen Shi's mobile phone, then handed the phone to Wen Shi and said, "It's best to remember your own mobile phone number."

When hearing it: "How much?"

Xia Qiao reported the number while creating a new contact: "181xxxx3330, it's pretty easy to remember."

Afraid of disturbing Xie Wen who was sleeping in front of him, Xia Qiao said "check the message" and said nothing more. He sent all the things and how to use them in the form of messages to Wen Shi, so that even if he forgot, he would have somewhere to check.

While Xia Qiao was writing the instructions, he checked the interface to familiarize himself with it, then clicked on the contacts, which were empty and no one had been added.

However, in the chat software, Xia Qiao remembered to add himself and Zhou Xu.

The person in the front seat moved, seemed to be sleeping lightly, changed his position, and coughed twice. Wen Shi glanced at him and then switched back to the contact interface. Just as he was about to ask Xia Qiao how to add a new one, an unknown caller popped up on the screen.

When he heard it, he opened it and brought it close to his ear. He said "hello" and lowered his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

Then Xie Wen's gentle voice sounded both inside and outside the ears: "Me."

The feeling of that moment is hard to describe.

Wenshi was stunned for a while and then asked: "Are you not sleeping?"

"How do you know I'm sleeping?" Xie Wen turned his face sideways, stretched out his hand across the seat and said, "Give me the phone."

He handed it out when he heard it, and took it from the man's hand after a while.

His empty contact list finally had the first name, called Xie Wen.

***

Lao Mao drives very steadily...

It was so stable that Xia Qiao secretly glanced at it several times and found that he didn't even turn the steering wheel very much. But the car drove into Lianyungang quickly and accurately.

Lao Mao stopped at a highway rest stop and everyone had a quick bite to eat. Ever since I started digesting the spiritual phase, I have never felt hungry. He only wanted an ice drink and planned to drink water to survive. As a result, Xie Wen was always looking at him. He couldn't resist for a while and ate two steamed dumplings and three small tomatoes.

Amazingly, when he ate the third cherry tomato, he actually tasted a fresh taste that he had not seen for a long time.

A little sour.

His right eye narrowed slightly.

As a result, Xie Wen's clean fingers dug through the bright red round fruits, picked out one and handed it over: "Try this."

"I'm full." Wen Shi said this, but still took the small tomato and ate it.

Xie Wen's fingers were stained with some of the water drops on the tomato. He couldn't find a paper towel to wipe it with, so he twisted it twice and let it hang down. As for the other part of the water drops...

When smelled, they were eaten together.

"Did I choose well?" Xie asked.

When he heard it, he made a vague "hmm" sound, and his cheeks bulged a little. When he moved, the tiger claw bones on the side of his face were faintly visible.

He ate slowly this time and really tasted it.

…

Sure enough, he still prefers sweeter things.

It would be very difficult for Mr. Li to remain in this world in this state, so they went to Xiaoli Village first.

It's not like it's raining heavily here in Ningzhou, but it's still drizzling, so that the whole village and town is covered in smoke and smells of dampness.

Lao Mao couldn't decide where to go, so he pulled over at an intersection.

The houses are sparsely spaced and extend inward along the road, with no one around. They arrived in the afternoon, a time when many people were taking a nap. Only a few dogs barking could be heard occasionally, deep in the villages and towns.

When he heard this, he took out the copper box and knocked it three times. Mr. Li slipped out of the gap in the box and landed on the ground. It's just that he is very weak, and even his outline is scattered when the wind blows.

"Which direction is your home?" Wen Shi asked.

"The third one along the river in the south..." Mr. Li turned towards the north, but only saw the muddy river bank.

He pointed his finger at the empty space and paused for a long time, then slowly lowered it and murmured: "...it's gone."

He has described it countless times in his mind. With his eyes closed, he can see the houses and fields as clearly as yesterday. The houses and fields have been turned upside down, and the wife and daughter who were leaning on the door of the house and looking into the distance have long since passed away, and may have reincarnated into the human world. , born slim and graceful.

The book often writes about the dust rising in the East China Sea and the white clouds and dogs. He has read it countless times himself and taught others to write about it countless times. But experience

It's not very deep actually.