Seven Days and Nights with the Werewolf

The Third Day 01

Fang Daichuan woke up early, he didn't dare to sleep soundly all night, the sound of wind and rain outside the window and the fear in his heart were entangled with each other, torturing him to the point of mental weakness. He put on a crumpled T-shirt to wash up, and saw in the mirror that he had two big dark circles on his face and a pimple on his forehead. Fang Daichuan couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

The bathroom is thoughtfully equipped with cosmetics, Fang Daichuan also admires this boss a little, there is not much water, these details are intimate.

Fang Daichuan tore open a sealed concealer stick, tapped the red pimple, and lightly wiped the dark circles under his eyes.

It's quite easy to use, Fang Daichuan looked at the concealer stick brand, thinking about introducing it to Xiao Zhou when he went back, but unfortunately he couldn't understand the brand. A certain pinyin script with strange dots and short lines on the vowels.

Fang Daichuan glanced at the clock when he went out, it was just six o'clock, he remembered the task Li Sinian had assigned him, and casually pulled a book from the bookshelf at the door.

There was no one on the first floor, and the long table was empty. Fang Daichuan scooped a scoop of water from the kitchen, sprinkled it on the carpet, and then sat at the entrance of the stairs, waiting for everyone to come downstairs.

The sky outside the window was dark. It stands to reason that at six o'clock in the morning in summer, the sky should be bright. However, it was pouring rain outside the window, gloomy, and I couldn't tell the day.

Fang Daichuan lowered his head and pretended to read. He casually pulled out a translation book, and the unique translation tone and strangeness made him upset, and he flipped through half of the book, but he only understood the story of the administrator of a waste paper recycling site. I forgot everything else, only remembering two gypsy women unloading the waste paper they had picked up, lying in the garbage heap smoking, unnoticeably spreading their thighs, exposing their muddy private parts from under their skirts, surrounded by flies.

On the stormy island, on the dim morning, the world was as quiet as death, reading a book like this, Fang Daichuan only felt in a trance that he was like that administrator, and the whole world was left with himself.

That's good, Fang Daichuan smiled bitterly, what's so terrible about loneliness.

The sound of the door slamming from upstairs interrupted all his thoughts.

Fang Daichuan straightened his back unconsciously, raised an eye from the page, and hovered the pen in his hand on the page, ready to record.

It was Niu Xinyan who came down. The temperature was a little low today, and she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with loose cuffs. Her son was close to her lap, pinched the corner of her clothes, and walked down with his head down, looking very cowardly.

Pretending, still pretending here, Fang Daichuan rolled his eyes in his heart. He quickly retracted his gaze with a glance, clenched his fist to his lips and coughed twice, then pinched the corner of the page and turned the page.

"Xiquan, walk well, don't pinch your mother's clothes." Niu Xinyan gently touched the messy hair on the top of her son's head, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Fang Daichuan, she smiled and nodded at him, and greeted, "Xiquan, say hello to uncle." ”

Fang Daichuan is covered in goosebumps, this child doesn't know how old his true identity is, like Tianshan Tong Grandma, his father can't afford to be his uncle.

"Good morning, uncle." Unexpectedly, the child didn't make any moths, he quickly raised his eyelids, and then quickly lowered his head, the moment he looked up, Fang Daichuan saw his eyes clearly, a pair of clear and timid eyes, which really belonged to the child.

Fang Daichuan had no choice but to smile, trying to persuade himself to forget his strange behavior last night. He greeted, "Hello." Fang Daichuan pretended to glance at the carpet inadvertently, it was clean, it seemed that these two people didn't go out last night.

The atmosphere is a little awkward, but fortunately, when it comes to gags and acting to stir up the atmosphere, Fang Daichuan is professional. He pretended to be uneventful and chatted with the two of them: "It's so early? ”

"Yes, I have children, I have to get up early every day and make breakfast for them. After so many years, I have become accustomed to it. Niu Xinyan smiled and helped her bangs, pinning the scattered locks of hair behind her ears. She said as she walked around Fang Daichuan and towards the kitchen. The child sat on the long table, lowered his head and played with his fingers, without saying a word.

The rain showed no signs of abating, and the sky was still dark and unclear.

The second one who came down was Yang Song, the girl obviously didn't sleep well, and she was so haggard that she couldn't even cover the concealer. She put on bright red lipstick, probably to mention her complexion, but the tiredness in her eyes exposed everything.

Fang Daichuan picked up the cup and drank water, glanced sideways, there was nothing on the carpet, and the girl's shoe prints were also transparent water marks. - Clean sole.

"It's early." Fang Daichuan said as he marked a code on the page that he could understand.

Yang Songqiang smiled and said, "Morning." She obviously also had lingering fears about the child, hesitated for a moment, and went straight into the kitchen to help.

Li Sinian's footsteps, Fang Daichuan can now distinguish. ——The second uncle is the same, leisurely and unhurried. Fang Daichuan glanced up, and sure enough, it was Li Sinian. His old man was there, holding one hand in his pocket, and winked at Fang Daichuan.

Fang Daichuan closed his eyes and shook his head inexplicably, and when Li Sinian walked past the blanket, he didn't even look at his feet.

"What book are you reading?" Li Sinian asked casually.

Fang Daichuan was almost asked, he stumbled for a moment, turned back and glanced at the cover, and then reported the title of the awkward book: "Too Noisy Loneliness". ”

"This book is boring! The loser's l**t and self-comfort have a small pattern and a small atmosphere. Boss Du's voice came from the stairs, "The owner of this villa is quite pretentious, this kind of book is just coaxing college students to tramps, mediocre places are mediocre, obscure places are obscure."

Li Sinian poked his head, glanced at the long blanket that was still clean, raised his eyebrows and retorted, "Really? I don't think so. ”

Liu Xin also walked downstairs, he pushed his glasses, and stepped on the long-haired carpet, leaving a clean watermark.

Fang Daichuan was a little anxious in his heart, he took a deep breath and continued to write everyone's code name in the blank space of the page, and the six people passed, and the name was still "none".

After everyone sat down, Niu Xinyan brought out a few cups of coffee and distributed them to several people.

"Where did the coffee come from?" Du Chaosheng thanked him and raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Niu Xinyan said with a smile: "I found in the utility room in the kitchen, there are half a pack of unpacked coffee beans, which smells like the quality is not bad, so I simply boiled them." ”

It's really good, Fang Daichuan has already smelled the smell of burnt coffee in the air. He didn't know much about these foreign things, he only felt that the taste was mellow, not like the quality of a pack of 100 yuan in chain stores.

Du Chaosheng asked casually: "Has Miss Niu ever been a secretary?" I think you have a talent for being a secretary. ”

"I've only been my husband's secretary," Niu Xinyan pursed her lips and smiled, "My husband is reluctant to let me work, and I've been a full-time wife at home." ”

"That's right......" Du Chaosheng didn't know what he remembered, and his expression was a little disappointed.

Liu Xin seemed to be scalded by hot coffee, and he didn't squeeze it steadily for a while, the strong coffee spilled half of the table, and the cup and saucer touched, making a crisp sound.

Li Sinian took in all the reactions and frowned slightly.

The little couple finally got out of bed, and Fang Daichuan heard the movement and threw the small coffee spoon into the cup. He heard the sound of Chen Hui's canvas shoes stepping on the wooden stairs, this girl was slightly plump, and she loved to jump, always stepping on the stairs loudly. She was whispering to her boyfriend about the bad weather, saying that she would bask in the sun when she went back, otherwise her skin would smell like salted fish with salt.

"But do you think we can go back?" There was a gentle fear in the girl's voice.

Du Wei didn't answer her. He ignored everyone in the hall and kissed his girlfriend softly at the staircase, feeling like they were falling in love every day as if it were the end of the world. Everyone on the first floor turned their heads tacitly, giving the little couple enough face.

After the two of them kissed, they came hand in hand to the long table and sat down. Before Fang Daichuan could react, he felt that his feet were lightly kicked by Li Si Young. Fang Daichuan raised his eyes and saw Li Sinian's eyes gently turn to the side.

He quickly glanced at the carpet at the entrance of the stairs, and the long beige blanket was stained with two pairs of bright mud marks. It could be them? Fang Daichuan was a little puzzled, and a little relieved.

He looked up at the clock, it was only half an hour before eight o'clock, and the old lady and Ding Zihui had not come down yet.

Everyone is interested in looking at the staircase together, as if waiting for the audience to see the death penalty, looking forward to who will be the next person to be pushed to the guillotine.

It's a pity that they were disappointed.

There were two door closing sounds upstairs. Old Mrs. Song and Ding Zihui walked downstairs one after another.

——Last night was Christmas Eve.