One-way Passage

    The wind started to pick up at night, and the wind blew on Xia Wennan's face, causing him to feel a slight chill on his hot cheeks, and the wine began to gradually rise.

    Duan Ning didn't drink, he held his drink cup in his hand and said, "I will tell Wennan about Luchuan when he was a child, I don't know much." The smile on his face It became lighter, and the body leaned back slightly, as if starting to feel tired.

    Ming Luchuan said in a cold tone at this time: "I have told him about my childhood."

    Ming Siyan moved his body closer to Xia Wennan: "Unfortunately, Wennan forgot."

    Xia Wennan said: "It will be remembered."

     Duan Ning asked: "What did you forget?"

    No one answered.

    Ming Siyan looked around, changed the subject with a smile, and asked Duan Ning if he planned to leave.

    Xia Wennan was not very interested in their conversation, stretched out and looked at Ming Sichen who was sitting in the corner. Next to Ming Sichen is Aunt Zhang, who has been feeding Ming Sichen all night.

    Aunt Zhang took a small piece of pork belly and fed it to Ming Sichen's mouth, Ming Sichen shook her head, looking like she didn't want to eat it.

    "Do you want to rest?" Aunt Zhang asked him.

    He did not answer.

    Aunt Zhang stood up by herself and explained to Ming Qin that Sichen was going to rest.

    Ming Qin nodded: "Sichen has to go to bed early."

    Aunt Zhang pushed Ming Sichen away from the garden.

    Xia Wennan kept following their backs, seeing Aunt Zhang walking slowly, pushing her wheelchair over the garden slate and disappearing at the gate.

    At this moment, the lights in the garden suddenly dimmed, leaving only the light shining from the gate of the villa.

    Everyone was taken aback, Ming Qin made a "huh", very obvious in the dark night, he said: "What's going on?"

    Xia Wennan waited for a while to get used to the darkness in front of him, and saw the silhouettes of other people in the garden clearly through the light from a distance.

    Yin Zejing said: "There is something wrong with the wiring. The last time Lao Li used the lawn mower, it seemed that the power was cut off."

    "Lao Li is not here today."

    Lao Li is the driver and gardener at home. He usually repairs the faults of electrical appliances or wiring in the home. Today, he is not on leave.

    Xia Wennan wondered if it was time to call off the meeting, Ming Luchuan suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

    Ming Luchuan left the dining table, took two steps and then stopped. He was standing with his back to the light, and he could not see his face from Xia Wennan's point of view, only to hear him say: "You Go get me some light."

    Xia Wennan didn't think about it, and immediately stood up: "Okay." He would rather accompany Ming Luchuan to repair the line than listen to Ming Siyan and Duan Ning chatting like sisters here.

    Ming Luchuan walked towards the east side of the small building, Xia Wennan followed closely behind him, the light from the building was no longer visible from here, and the surroundings became darker.

    Xia Wennan was not familiar with the environment, so his steps slowed down, he whispered: "Mingluchuan."

    Ming Luchuan stopped and said, "What are you doing secretly?"

    Xia Wennan felt that he had walked in front of Ming Luchuan. Although he hadn't met anyone yet, he could already feel the warm breath on him, so he stopped and continued to say softly: " It turns out that we are not thieves? Then why are you walking so fast?"

    When he spoke, Xia Wennan's hand was not idle, he lifted it up and touched Ming Luchuan's chest.

    Even through the clothes, Ming Luchuan's chest is still warm, strong and powerful, Xia Wennan suddenly thought, this is Alpha's chest, there is no reason to have gender consciousness, and immediately withdraw his hand.

    However, as soon as he retracted his hand, Ming Luchuan's hand grabbed it the next second. He was surprised and was about to speak, but Ming Luchuan turned around silently and left.

    Xia Wennan was pulled and staggered forward for two steps before he could keep up with Ming Luchuan. hut.

    The door of the hut was not locked, Ming Luchuan easily unscrewed the lock.

      He couldn't see anything, only smelled a mixture of old wood and dust in the air.

    "What room is this?" Xia Wennan asked cowardly, "The power distribution room?"

    "Utility room," came Ming Luchuan's voice, apparently someone had walked in.

    Xia Wennan was still at the door and asked, "Can you see it?"

    "Can you see that?"

    "I can't see it."

    "I'm not a cat, how can I see?"

    Xia Wennan was a little unhappy: "Can you talk well? If you can't see it, don't give me a flashlight, I'll light it up for you."

    "I can't see how I can find the flashlight?"

    Xia Wennan was a little crazy: "Then what kind of light did you ask me to show you?"

    "You don't have a cell phone?"

    "Why didn't you use your mobile phone to light up?" Xia Wennan began to complain, "The road is also very dark."

    Ming Luchuan said: "I can find it."

    "I can't find it!"

    "Then why don't you take a picture?"

    Xia Wennan was speechless.

      There is a wooden shelf on the wall, on which a lot of sundries are stacked.

    Ming Luchuan squatted in front of the toolbox looking for tools.

    Xia Wennan glanced over the wall and saw a doll in the bright shadow. The doll was so worn and old that one of its eyeballs fell out. It looked very scary in this dark and unclear environment , Xia Wennan's heart beat a little, and he simply shone the light of the flashlight in the past, trying to see the things on the shelf.

    The surroundings of Ming Luchuan darkened, and his gloomy voice suppressed his anger: "Xia Wennan."

    Xia Wennan said, "Are those toys from your childhood?"

    Ming Luchuan didn't answer him, he took out a flashlight in the toolbox and opened it, and set it aside.

    Xia Wennan walked slowly to the shelf and asked, "Is this doll yours?"

    Ming Luchuan didn't lift his head: "Ming Siyan's."

    "He liked dolls when he was young? That's pretty cute," Xia Wennan imagined that Ming Siyan was like a doll when he was a child, holding a doll in his hand, and couldn't help but smile , and there is another sentence that he didn't finish: Why is he not likable when he grows up?

    Xia Wennan took a closer look and said, "Is this a set? It seems to be the same person carved from childhood to adulthood."

    The wooden dolls have the same face and look from babies to children to teenagers to middle age.

    "That's mine," Ming Luchuan stood up and walked behind Xia Wennan, "My father gave it to me when I was a child."

    Xia Wennan felt very strange: "Why do you want to give this to you? It doesn't feel like a toy that children like, right?"

    Ming Luchuan looked at the row of wooden dolls: "I don't have any other toys, except for this set of wooden sculptures, my father didn't buy me any other toys."

    Xia Wennan turned to look at him.

    Ming Luchuan reached out and took a picture album from the shelf: "You see that all the toys on this shelf are Ming Sichen and Ming Siyan, only this set of wood carvings and this book are mine."

    The album was covered with dust and could not be wiped clean. Xia Wennan took it from Ming Luchuan, flipped a few pages at random, lit it with a flashlight, and saw that it was full of pictures of long-haired women .

    "What? You draw so ugly."

    "It's all about my imaginary mother."