Third watch

Wang Xiaoming asked Di Ting, "If you can't tell me where grandpa is, how can we get there?"

The little white dog leaned on Mr. Bai's back in a daze, when asked by Wang Xiaoming, blinked his eyes, and then started scratching his stomach.

Master Bai looked at Wang Xiaoming with the eyes of "you stupid".

Wang Xiaoming, "..."

Damn it, he finally understands why Zhong Yi's evaluation of Di Ting is so harsh - this old guy not only likes to pretend to be tender and cute, but also always pretends to be stupid. He obviously said that he wanted to lead them, but now he put on a naive look Wang Xiaoming couldn't help stretching out his hand.

Master Bai has sharp eyes.

"What are you doing," Zhong Yi asked him strangely.

Wang Xiaoming, "...it's okay, I want to pinch my own neck for fun."

Zhong Yi said: "..."

Wang Xiaoming also realized that he was being stupid, so he stood up a little embarrassedly: "What's the matter?"

"I have something to do, don't call me before dinner—specially isolate me from the surname Ye." After Zhong Yi finished speaking, he lifted his legs and went upstairs.

Wang Xiaoming resentfully said, "Oh."

This is Zhong Yi's habit. He has to shut himself up in his room for scientific research before setting off or doing errands.

But this time there was a difference, that is, the door of scientific research was actually opened to Lu Xiaolu.

Ye Xun took off the gauze for Lu Xiaolu on the night when he came here. The test showed that Lu Xiaolu did not leave any sequelae at all, and his eyes were still shining brightly.

So when Zhong Yi said that Lu Xiaolu could go in and help him in his research and development, Lu Xiaolu excitedly hugged Ye Xun warmly—although Zhong Yi and Ye Xun couldn't deal with each other, Lu Xiaolu felt that something good would happen when Ye Xun came, maybe It's a mascot.

Although Ye Xun came, there was no one to see during the day, and Wang Xiaoming felt that he was marginalized immediately—no one would take him to play.

Especially Zhong Yi, he always disliked Lu Xiaolu and Wang Xiaoming's quarrel before, why did he let Lu Xiaolu in this time...

No, the point is why not him, Wang Xiaoming?

Wang Xiaoming felt a little depressed.

At the beginning, his entanglement was whether Zhong Yi would be surprised by his repeated shameful actions, but time proved that Master Zhong's psychological quality was very good, and his attitude afterward was calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. Like too.

So after the embarrassing question was gone, Wang Xiaoming's entanglement began to be distorted.

He already felt so ashamed, why didn't Zhong Yi respond at all?

Could it be that his behavior is actually normal?Zhong Yi was often scratched by a man and cried in his arms?

If not, why didn't he care?

Be it disgusting, angry, embarrassed, or coquettish (?), at least give me a reaction.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time for him to be so embarrassed...

After much deliberation, Wang Xiaoming couldn't think of a reason, but sat on the chair and fell asleep unconsciously.

When he was woken up, the sky was full of stars outside the window.

dinner!Wang Xiaoming sat up abruptly, and was about to go to the stairs when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

There was a strange sense of disobedience, like a tiny needle prick, that made him stop and frowned.

Wang Xiaoming was naturally very sensitive to the surrounding atmosphere. Although he was still standing in the Guangming stationery store, he knew that something was going wrong.

He looked up at the clock, the hour hand pointed to one o'clock in the morning.

He actually slept for so long?As for Zhong Yi, Lu Xiaolu...even Ye Xun, no one called him?

Wang Xiaoming looked in, and there was a warm yellow light from the back door—it was Wang Dazhuang's desk lamp.

Are you listening again?

Wang Xiaoming walked over gently, passed through the door, but froze in place.

An old man in sweatshirt was sitting behind the desk, looking down at something intently.

"Grandpa?!" Wang Xiaoming couldn't help shouting out, but then he was horrified to find that the moment his voice blurted out, it dissipated like steam, leaving no trace.

A little white dog sat on the table and looked at him quietly.

When Wang Xiaoming saw Di Ting, he calmed down instead.

The little white dog stood up, cocked its tail and walked to Wang Dazhuang's side.

Wang Xiaoming finally understood.

He walked forward quickly, forcibly suppressing the urge to reach out and touch Wang Dazhuang, and stood next to Wang Dazhuang and looked down.

Wang Dazhuang is slowly folding a piece of paper——Wang Xiaoming knows this, the bamboo pulp yellow paper used for drawing symbols, there is a pile of it in the Qixing Tiandou box in Wang Dazhuang's room.

Wang Dazhuang folded the paper squarely, put it in the drawer, coughed, stood up, and stretched.

Wang Xiaoming's nose suddenly became sore - at this moment, the little white dog raised his head and barked loudly at him.

He was startled by the barking sound, and saw the surrounding scenery quickly disperse—together with Wang Dazhuang.

So Wang Xiaoming quickly reached out to fish for it, but randomly photographed something.

"Are you sleepy?" Zhong Yi's unceremonious voice came from his ear.

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes and saw Zhong Yi holding one of his hands, squatting beside him, with a strange expression on his face.

Could it be that he was drawn in the face just now? !

Startled by this reasoning, Wang Xiaoming hastily withdrew his hand in a guilty conscience.

Lu Xiaolu stood aside: "Xiao Ming, why did you fall asleep on the chair?"

Master Bai didn't know where he went, Wang Xiaoming looked at Di Ting who was squatting aside, and suddenly remembered, he quickly stood up and ran back.

In front of the back door is Wang Dazhuang's desk, the middle drawer under the desk...

Wang Xiaoming opened the drawer, and inside was a stack of various letters that Wang Dazhuang had tidied up. Because it was a personal correspondence, Wang Xiaoming seldom looked through this drawer.

Wang Xiaoming flipped through it with trembling hands, and saw the neatly folded yellow paper.

The little white dog grabbed the legs of the table and wanted to climb up. After flailing for a long time, it was still Lu Xiaolu who hugged it. As soon as he let go, the little white dog raised his chest and posed.

The corners of Zhong Yi's and Wang Xiaoming's mouths twitched at the same time.

They have also seen this movement in Paixiu, but at that time Paixiu's movements were all kinds of high-end, but it was a bit nondescript to replace it with Di Ting.

The little white dog coughed twice, and said in a human voice: "Use this, you can find your grandpa."

"What is this?" Wang Xiaoming turned the yellow paper over and over in wonder.

There were only a few short lines written on the paper, the characters were like earthworms burrowing into the soil, and Wang Xiaoming couldn't understand a single word.

"Do you want to watch TV? This is a hero post." Di heard.

"You mean, the destination of this post is where we are going?" Zhong Yi whispered.

Di Ting nodded: "It can take you there."

Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming glanced at each other, took out a mobile phone and threw it to Lu Xiaolu: "Tell Ye Xun not to buy canned food, and bring Master Bai back immediately."

Since the incident with Gu Tianxian ended, the back door of Guangming Stationery Store has not been opened for a long time.

"How much alcohol?" Zhong Yi asked.

"Do you want to compare?" Ye Xun asked calmly.

"I didn't ask you." Zhong Yi said.

Wang Xiaoming and Lu Xiaolu looked at each other.

"Three bottles." Lu Xiaolu said.

"One can." Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi shook the glass bottle in his hand: "White wine?"

"Beer." Lu Xiaolu said honestly.

"Then drink less, don't expect me to carry you two away when you're drunk." Zhong Yi stuffed the bottle into Lu Xiaolu's hand.

Wang Xiaoming put an iron basin full of rice on the altar, offered incense and toasted respectfully, and kowtowed three times firmly.

Zhong Yi then led Lu Xiaolu forward, followed by Ye Xun - who also offered incense and toasted one by one, and when the incense was burnt out, he pulled out the root of the incense and tied it with a red string.

Wang Xiaoming took a breath, reached out and took down the yellow paper that had been placed by the altar.

Zhong Yi handed him a pair of black iron scissors.

Wang Xiaoming felt that his hands were a little out of order.

"You know how to do it." Zhong Yi said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid."

Wang Xiaoming nodded.

Although the "hero post" only wrote the date and did not specify the location, it is obvious that everyone who received this paper knew how to get there.

Zhong Yi said that there are many ways. All the Eight Immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers. People like Wang Dazhuang didn’t even take away this piece of paper that might be equivalent to the map and admission ticket. This shows that he is very sure about this piece of paper—— —Whether it’s the destination or the things you’re about to face.

However, if someone missed, Wang Dazhuang might not have thought that he would not be able to come back.

Wang Xiaoming took a breath, held the scissors, and began to cut the first slit in the yellow paper.

Lu Xiaolu was told not to make a sound, so he had to stretch his neck to watch Wang Xiaoming clumsily and slowly cut out a horse.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming stopped, he immediately opened the back door of the stationery store. Suddenly, the cold moonlight poured in from outside the door, and a blurred light flashed from the mirror hanging in the back alley.

Zhong Yi walked out with a small bamboo cart and put the bamboo cart on the ground fifteen steps away.

Wang Xiaoming walked over, put the paper horse in front of the bamboo cart, put the white thread on the cart on the paper horse, and held his breath.

The little paper horse stood quietly on the ground, the paper mane on the back of its neck seemed to be shaken by the night wind—and then it really moved.

The four hooves made of paper stepped forward and pulled the bamboo cart towards them. With each step, the paper horse and bamboo cart became bigger in the wind. When they reached the back door, they were completely alive. Horses and a hansom too.

Lu Xiaolu opened his mouth wide.

"It's done." Zhong Yi stood in front of the car, turned his head and smiled at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming's hanging heart fell, seeing Zhong Yi's expression, his knees could not help but loosen.

Zhong Yi just grabbed him: "This is just the first step."

Without their reminders, Lu Xiaolu immediately wanted to carry Master Bai into the car, but was grabbed by Zhong Yi.

"What are you doing?" Lu Xiaolu said warily.

Are you going to drop him temporarily?

"Lock the door." Zhong Yi reminded him while pushing Wang Xiaoming into the carriage.

As soon as the four of them sat firmly, the carriage started to move immediately, and the sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the stone brick road was especially crisp.

Zhong Yi stretched out his long arms and closed the car door.

Lu Xiaolu pushed the car window excitedly: "Wow—huh?"

Wang Xiaoming was also excited: "Where are the car windows?"

"No." Zhong Yi said succinctly, "It was painted."

"Why?" Wang Xiaoming was puzzled, since the door can be made, why not make the window?

"Because I can't watch." Zhong Yi was dumbfounded by the identical innocent expressions of the two: "Do you think we are going to have a picnic?"

"Don't you want to observe the situation along the road?" Lu Xiaolu lowered his voice: "Know this and know the other. You can remember the route, just in case..."

"Remember what route?" Ye Xun narrowed his eyes slightly: "If there is no road outside."