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If you keep shitting again, I'll beat the shit out of you!

Wuxie calmed down and nodded coldly, then left directly.

After returning home, I ran to the balcony to smoke a few cigarettes, and then called Fatty.

"Didn't you say he was dead?" the fat man asked.

"Originally he was dead, but before he died, he made a copy of himself, and now he is alive and kicking. He even ran up to me today and asked me if I was okay. Damn, I still have the nerve to ask."

"What? Are you going to show off in front of you? This is too much. I can't bear it. Let's do this. After the New Year, I will help you teach him a lesson."

"Everyone should have disappeared after the New Year. He should have come back this time to offer sacrifices to his mother...His mother, how do I remember that his mother seems to have been copied...I can't remember, but he still asked me out anyway. Next chat."

Fatty buzzed on the phone, and innocently heard Fatty talking to Yuncai intermittently, about something like the vegetables being burnt.

"Okay, that's all I said, you don't have to take it to heart. You are in Banai, you can celebrate the New Year well, I won't disturb you."

The fat man groaned a few times and hung up the phone.

Wuxie put out his cigarette on the balcony, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, freezing him to death.

That adventure in Qinling Mountains was unreal, like a dream, like an illusion created by a hexagonal bell.

I rubbed my frozen face, patted my clothes to disperse the smell of cigarette smoke, and emptied the ashtray, otherwise my mother would be criticized again when she came back.

A figure flashed beside the tree downstairs. It was not a flash, but he changed his stance and saw the person downstairs.

Wu Xie stretched his head and looked down. The people on the ground seemed to notice his sight and looked up with plain eyes. Wearing a black coat, standing on the white snow.

"Bro!"

Wuxie was pleasantly surprised for a moment and rushed down quickly.

"Brother, why didn't you call me when you came back? How long have you been standing here? Is it cold? Have you eaten? Come on, I'll take you home."

The air conditioner in the room was still on. As soon as Zhang Qiling entered, she was enveloped in the warm air, and the chill on her body gradually dissipated.

Wuxie touched his clothes and found that they were a little damp, probably because he had been standing downstairs for a long time.

"I'll find you some clean clothes. You put them on first. If they don't fit, I'll take you to buy new ones."

He led the person into his room and put him into soft and waxy sweaters and pants. He looked like a college student who had just grown up.

"Xiaoxie? Xiaoxie, are you at home? Why isn't the door closed?" Mother Wu came in from the door and hung up her coat.

"Mom," I don't know what happened, but I suddenly panicked. I pulled the little brother out of the room and said, "This, this, this is..."

I suddenly got stuck on the words and didn’t know how to introduce it properly.

"Hello, I am Zhang Qiling, my innocent friend."

Wu Xie looked at him in shock and was speechless for a moment. Did he change his appearance before coming here or did he do some psychological construction?

Mother Wu looked at the well-behaved child in front of her. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She took the initiative to reach out and pull him to sit on the sofa.

"Oh, you look so good, are you Xiaoxie's friend from college? Have you eaten? Are you hungry? Auntie will prepare delicious food for you. Can auntie call you A Ling?"

Wuxie looked at them both nervously. It would be embarrassing if he didn't speak. How should we smooth things over then?

"Okay. I haven't eaten yet, I'm a little hungry."

Wu Xie once again saw him answering questions obediently, without any trace of impatience on his face. Except not so active, it looks very much like when he played Zhang Tuzi...

"Aling, eat some fruit first. Auntie cooks very quickly. Just wait a moment."

As he spoke, he put the fruit plate into his arms and looked at it with a smile. He didn't get up and go to the kitchen until he ate a longan.