Piano

Chapter 42 Plywood Fifth Intuition and Instinct

Lan Xuesheng, who had finished chatting with Fu Zhi, did not exit the V letter in a hurry, she just frowned slightly and locked the screen in her palm quietly, with a trace of worry slipping across her pupils.

——I don't know if she was overthinking this time, but she always felt that the house that Fu Zhixin rented sounded a bit abnormal.

Although Daicheng is indeed just a small eighteenth-tier city located on the edge of Xinchuan, the price of goods is not high, and the house price has not risen much in recent years, but a set is located in a mid-to-high-end residential area, adjacent to a commercial area, well-furnished and exquisite. No matter how low the rent is for a renovated two-bedroom apartment, it won't be as low as one thousand a month, and it can even be as cheap as two thousand for a whole year, right?
Unless there is a problem with the community or the house itself.

For example, there have been vicious criminal cases in someone's home or in the same building, or someone committed an abnormal suicide|suicide, which is a murderous house;

But... the contradiction lies in the fact that Daicheng has been very calm recently, and there have been no major thefts or vicious woundings for a long time.

Lan Xuesheng thought about it and twisted her brows into knots—if I remember correctly, the most recent perverted incident in Daicheng was a certain bald man "wearing a high-tech simulation doll suit" who was running around carrying people around in the street. Shuhu made it.

The landlord has no reason to set the rent so low!
Could it be... It's really just that the landlord has some problems at home and is in a hurry to spend money?

But if she was really in a hurry to use the money, why didn't she just put the house up and sell it, wouldn't she get more money from selling the house?

Tsk... this thing, it's true.

Lan Xue smacked her lips silently, then stretched out her hand to wipe her face with a headache.

The strange intuition that emerged after she stayed with Feng Xi and other zither spirit beasts for a long time told her that there might be some strange beasts behind this, but the residual instinct of the old materialism kept going. Spraying her to death, saying how could there be so many strange beasts in this world.

Fu Zhi is just an ordinary and thoughtful cute little girl, a normal person shouldn't be able to recite it like this - they just captured He Luo from her uncle's village a few days ago, so it shouldn't be over right away Catch some new beast near her new home.

……Bar?

Lan Xuesheng hesitantly knocked a small question mark in her heart, then shook her head again for a while, forcing herself to force herself to shake off all the distracting thoughts—she can't solve any problems here now, with this time It's better to quickly pick out the remaining half box of cocoons.

The left and right soldiers come to block, and the water comes to cover. If she meets a strange beast, she can help Zhi find Feng Xi; if she meets a pervert, she can also help her find the police ||

Yes, picking out the cocoon is the most important thing. After picking out these things, she has to dig out and wash the winding wheels, bamboo chips, and thread pressing pendants for stringing at night.

Lan Xuesheng pressed her chest and took a deep breath, then put away her phone and plunged her head into the silkworm cocoon again.

After she finished picking the last silkworm cocoon, the setting sun outside the house was as thick as weeping blood again. She looked at the scorching sun and realized that she didn't have lunch today.

...God!She actually missed a delicious meal made by Ah Si! !

Lan Xue wanted to cry, but her legs were shaking uncontrollably when she staggered out of the balcony.

God knows what it means to her to miss a good meal—it means a volcanic eruption, it means snow in June, it means that an asteroid suddenly hits the earth, it means that her life has lost a little happiness! !

Woohoo, her happiness today is gone——

Lan Xuesheng's belief collapsed to a small corner for no reason, and the whole person suddenly became a wandering spirit.

When Ah Si came with a shovel and asked her what she wanted to eat tonight, she was huddled in the corner and drawing circles of resentment, the boy looked down at the shovel in his hand, and then turned his head to look at Lan Xuesheng's fingertips The small circle below the head, the fundus of the eyes twitched slightly.

"So... you don't even plan to eat dinner?" Ah Si's voice was straight and without any emotion, his eyes were faintly green in the backlight, "If you don't plan to eat, I won't do it gone."

"How is it possible!" Lan Xuesheng turned her head as if someone had stepped on her tail, her eyes filled with horror, "I haven't eaten lunch yet, why are you telling me that you don't plan to make dinner?"

"That's no good, I will really die if I don't eat - if you don't let me eat dinner, I might as well find a piece of noodles and hang myself to death!"

"...No one said that you are not allowed to have dinner." Ah Si's forehead was twitching, "and I also made lunch."

"It's just that you are addicted to picking cocoons and can't extricate yourself. I stood outside the house and called you several times, but there was no response... Later, the food was cold, and no matter how hot it was, it might not be delicious. Horo."

"Ah... Is that so?" Lan Xuesheng was startled when she heard the words, then she raised her hand and scratched her head with a smirk, "Oh, I'm so sorry... I never thought that I would be so devoted to my work."

"It's okay, you know now." The boy with double pupils pulled the corners of his lips stiffly, "So, what do you want to eat? Tell me the name of the dish, and I'll make it."

"Drool chicken and sliced ​​cumin meat." Lan Xue said snifflingly, "And a small cold dish, I don't want to eat too hot in summer."

"Puff, there are a lot of things to do." Ah Si sucked his lips, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the kitchen with the shovel in his hand.

Seeing this, Lan Xuesheng, who had had enough resentment, groaned for a moment, went back to the room and pulled a work coat that was resistant to making and dirt from the cabinet, turned her head and went into the utility room, and slipped out a bag of string-making tools after a while .

These things have been idle for some years.

Lan Xuesheng lowered her eyes and patted the dust on the cloth pocket, turned to the toilet and picked up a new rag and two old toothbrushes. After some cleaning, those bamboo pendants finally looked like tools should be. Rubbing his forehead with the back of his arm, he let out a foul breath slowly.

Well, right now, it is just a matter of boiling the fish gelatin, so that the cocoons can be boiled and shredded, and the strings can be started.

Lan Xuesheng, who had changed back into pajamas at home, simply moved her limbs and sore waist, wiped off the sewage on the countertop of the sink, washed her hands, and followed the scent all the way to the kitchen.

At that time, Ah Si had just finished the last piece of cumin meat and mixed the preserved egg tofu. He raised his eyes and saw her coming, and Chong Tong stared at her immediately: "Go, go, don't disturb me in the kitchen, the meal is ready. Bring it out immediately, you go to the table and wait."

"Hey! Si, look at what you said. It sounds like I'm such a waste that I can't work hard, I can't distinguish grains, and I can only make some big killers when I enter the kitchen." Lan Xue laughed blushingly.

Ah Si replied blankly and asked, "You don't think you are?"

Ah this.

The smile on Lan Xue's face froze. She wanted to refute seriously with Ah Si, but before she could say that, she thought of the dark dishes she had made before... …

Decisively and wisely, he shut his mouth obediently.

——Never mind, she really is.

　Lan Lan: Don't dare to mess with your parents!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)