Panguan

"I've heard of it." Xia Qiao seemed to understand.

He was a little puzzled when he smelled it: "Why not?"

Before Xia Qiao could speak, the driver laughed: "The handsome guy is not a local, right? In our Ningzhou dialect, Wang, Wang, and huáng are the same pronunciation."

Wang and Huang?

Isn't that Wangquan Road?

When smelling: "..."

He was silent for a moment and said, "The person who takes the name is a treasure."

The driver laughed: "There are more treasures. The location there is very good, and there is a subway station nearby. Some investors don't believe in evil, and they insist on making it lively there. They have built pedestrian streets, bungalow shops, There were quite a lot of tricks, but it was all over because the business was too bad. Then two years ago, there was another big head, and a comprehensive shopping mall was built there, with food, drink, and movie theaters. Guess what it is called ?"

When smelling: "What?"

Driver: "Wangquan Ancient City."

When smelling: "..."

Treasure-level, quite grand.

"Was it lively afterwards?" he asked.

"No." The driver sighed, "On and off, the construction was not officially completed and opened until the beginning of this year. At first, there were people going to join in the fun, but then there were fewer. There is a special evil there, and there are always people who say they have seen something they shouldn't see. "

"Then the mall hasn't closed yet?" Xia Qiao asked.

"No, the rent there is low, and things are sold cheaply. There are some handicraft shops that are hard to find now, and people still go there."

"Oh."

"It doesn't seem like it sounds like that, but to be honest, it's a bit embarrassing to drive over there." The driver said, "Yesterday, someone in our WeChat group was scared over there, and he said it quite mysteriously, So today everyone is reluctant to run there."

"No wonder." Xia Qiao thought about it and said, "Then you are quite brave."

The driver said helplessly: "Hey, I'm used to it. My family lives near there, and I come and go all day. I can't stop working because of this."

***

"No parking is allowed inside, I'll let you down here." The round-faced driver pulled over at the intersection, watched the rain outside, and handed Wen Shi an umbrella: "It's a short walk, you guys Take the umbrella."

Xia Qiao watched the news silently: "Well, why is this so embarrassing? We'll be there in a hurry."

"Take it." The driver said with a smile, "Don't be embarrassed, I have a lot of umbrellas."

"It's really not necessary." Xia Qiao was still embarrassed to take things.

He was pushing and refusing, when a slender, white hand reached out and took the umbrella calmly.

"Thank you." Wen Shi said.

"Hey, that's right!" The driver laughed.

Wen Shi got out of the car first, opened his umbrella, and urged, "Don't linger."

Xia Qiao then hurriedly followed.

It was raining heavily and the ground was foggy. The car turned a corner and quickly disappeared into the fog.

Wen Shi retracted his gaze and asked Xia Qiao, "Where is Xiping Garden?"

Xia Qiao glanced at the map on the mobile phone, and said on the right before: "Go in this way, the one with the antique face is the one."

This street continues the style of Wangquan Road, almost all of which are small western-style buildings. Xie Wen's Xiping Garden is very special inside, and it can be recognized at a glance.

Before entering the door, Xia Qiao asked tentatively, "Brother Wen, see him later, what are you going to say?"

Is it possible to say "when will you pay to rent our house"?

It seemed a bit reckless and a bit embarrassing.

But instead of saying this, what should I say? They and Xie Wen had only been in the cage together, saying that they were not familiar enough, but they were not familiar enough.

When Xia Qiao didn't feel relieved to smell it, he always felt that it was not impossible for him to say "I'm hungry" when he opened his mouth.

How scary.

Hearing that, he said, "I don't think so, let's talk about it."

Xia Qiao panicked.

The layout of Xiping Garden is like an antique store, but there are only dolls in the store, Western-style, Chinese-style, shadow puppets, puppets, and pottery figures. There are several cabinets neatly sized.

A small middle-aged man with a bun sat dozing off at the counter, with a happy face, and he couldn't tell whether it was an uncle or an aunt.

There were also two pretty girls sitting on the side chatting while nibbling on melon seeds.

When Wen Shi entered the door, the two girls turned their faces together and said in unison, "Hey, a living person."

Xia Qiao was so frightened that he backed out on the spot, and the two girls laughed again.

"Old Mao, there are guests." The two girls called out.

The middle-aged man with a bun suddenly woke up and looked over with a yawn. When he saw Wen Shi, he was slightly stunned.

Wen Shi put away the umbrella, threw the water outside the door, and said, "Is this Xie Wen's shop?"

Only then did Lao Mao return to his senses, nodded and said, "Ah, yes, it's his shop."

"What about others?" Wen Shi scanned around.

"Other...not here." Lao Mao stammered.

Wen Shi stared at him: "Then where is he?"

"Something's wrong," said the old man.

Wen Shi frowned: "He told me the day before yesterday that there was something going on in the store, and he hurried back to sit in town."

Lao Mao: "..."

Lao Mao: "He... went outside the town."

At first glance, this person is not material for lying. Every time he says a word, his mung bean-like eyes always go to the corner.

door sight.

Blind people can see it.