A Piao Captive Guide

It was evening, and the old community was filled with the smell of cooking.

Under the banyan tree, several old friends were still arguing about the position of the last move, but Fang Xu just glanced at it and hurried home with dinner.

"Did you break my flower pot when you kicked the ball?"

At the entrance of the corridor, the aunt living downstairs from Fang Xu was holding a little boy and talking non-stop.

The reason seems to be that the potted flowers she kept on the balcony were smashed by a football kicked high by a child, so she ran downstairs with the football to ask the teacher.

The little boy's eyes were red and he nodded submissively. Facing the aunt's reprimand, he didn't dare to refute, but his eyes were looking at the football expectantly, probably because he wanted to get his own ball back.

When Fang Xu saw the little boy, he thought of himself when he was a child, and suddenly he couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and pulled the child from the aunt's hand, "Auntie, look at how old this child is, he is just an ignorant age, so don't blame him too much Alright. Otherwise, I will pay for the flower pot first, so you don’t have to say a few words.”

The aunt saw that someone was blocking her, so she couldn't continue to be angry with a child, threw the ball back to the little boy and finally warned, "Hmph, forget about these potted flowers, if there is another time, I will lead you to your parents." go!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went upstairs, and the little boy happily picked up the football and nodded repeatedly behind the aunt who couldn't see it, which made Fang Xu laugh.

Just when Fang Xu was about to go upstairs with his aunt, the corner of his clothes was held by the little boy.

Looking down, the little boy happened to be looking up at him too, his mouth was tightly pursed and he didn't say a word.

Fang Xu thought that the child must have just been frightened by the aunt's lesson, so he lowered his head and patted the child's head, comforting him softly, "Don't worry, Auntie is a good person, and I won't trouble you again in the future."

The little boy shook his head, expressing that he was not afraid of this incident, then hastily reached into his pocket with his other free hand, not knowing what he was taking out.

Fang Xu didn't know why, but he didn't want to shake off the little boy's hand. He was about to speak again when a few cutely packaged candies interrupted his words.

The little boy held up the candy and said childishly, "Brother, please eat."

Faced with the child's sudden overtures, Fang Xu was astonished. He had never been the type to attract children, and now he felt a little flattered.

Seeing that Fang Xu didn't take his candy, the little boy stared at his big watery eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly flattened, and the three big characters "unhappy" were clearly written on his face.

"I... my brother won't eat it, why don't you eat it yourself?" Fang Xu rubbed the back of his head, a little embarrassed.

In terms of dealing with children, he really can't stand it.

"Eat." The little boy pouted and shook his head, and forced the candy into Fang Xu's hand.

Fang Xu had no choice but to take the candy from the little boy, then squatted down with a gentle smile.

"This candy, my brother will accept it. But you can't be naughty next time, or my brother won't be able to save you."

The little boy nodded vigorously, leaned over to steal a scent on Fang Xu's face, and then ran away with the ball in his arms.

Fang Xu touched his face, blinked his eyes a few times before realizing it, and smiled even wider. .

Although the soft things like children are a bit dirty, they seem to be quite cute!

On the balcony on the seventh floor, a lonely wind blew through the curtains by the window, and the room was filled with a slightly thoughtful smell.

That night, Fang Xu was still sleeping soundly with his pillow in his arms, but the glove box above the closet, which had been dusty for a long time, opened spontaneously.

Afterwards, a stack of thick clothes slowly floated out of it, and seemed to be screened in mid-air, leaving only a few that looked brand new, and the rest floated back into the cabinet in an orderly manner.

After receiving the leftover clothes, the locker was closed again, as if it had never been opened.

At this time, the selected clothes floated unsteadily to Fang Xu's bed, and finally settled down beside Fang Xu's pillow.

The empty air-conditioning carefully slipped back into the quilt, wrapping the sleeping Fang Xu.

Fang Xu turned around, leaned closer to the cloud of air-conditioning, and muttered, "Why is it so comfortable today?"

The air-conditioning couldn't be restrained, and there were a few small "whoosh" sounds.

If Fang Xu was awake now, he would definitely complain, this dead ghost is snickering again!

The next morning, Fang Xu woke up in a daze to the sound of the alarm. He reached out to his pillow to find out his mobile phone to turn off the alarm, but suddenly found a pile of thick but smooth clothes.

How come there are these clothes that I have never seen before next to my pillow?

He sat up and rubbed his eyes with his hands, then turned to look at the pile of clothes.

Who knew that seeing this just frightened him soberly.

What was piled next to his pillow was not ordinary clothes at all, but a stack of plain black brand new shrouds!

Not only the shroud, but also a few pieces of paper money scattered here and there, for fear that he would not know that it was the stuff of the dead.

Fang Xu's face quickly turned pale, he shrank nervously to the other side of the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed, never feeling the coldness that always stayed by his side in the past.

"Ah Piao!"

Fang Xu shouted in panic, his voice trembling a little.

But there was no sound in the small room, and even the moving curtains looked calm today.

Fang Xu stared at the shroud, as if he had returned to the urgency of suffocation when he was strangled that day.

Immediately, I felt a sore nose and red eyes.

Giving shrouds to living people has only one meaning...

Fang Xu didn't dare to continue thinking, and he didn't even dare to close his eyes, for fear that if he closed his eyes this time, he would never have the chance to open them again.

He stayed in the corner for a long time, but there was still no movement in the room.

Apart from the shroud over the bed, nothing seemed to be going against him.

Thinking of this, Fang Xu stood up slowly, and made two movements, but there was still no accident, so he was relieved.

But the shroud placed on the bedside was very glaring, Fang Xu sighed, he couldn't leave these unlucky things in the room.

So he tentatively moved slowly to the head of the bed, reached out and pinched a corner of the shroud from a distance, and then ran out of the room without delay.

Seeing the flat shroud and the earthy-yellow paper money slowly being reduced to ashes in the fire, Fang Xu let go of his long-hanging heart.

It's just that behind what he didn't see, the curtains on the window sill were dancing, and the inexplicable breeze was actually stained with the whispering sound of "woo woo".

Fang Xu turned his head and walked into the room. Not surprisingly, he also saw the fluttering curtains, but he didn't feel the loss of that emptiness.

"Where did you go?" Fang Xu's voice was full of tears, and he was more at a loss, "If you don't see it, you will see it. I was scared to death just now!"

The curtains were still swinging, but the pen and paper on the window sill did not move.

"Don't tell me this is your prank too?" Fang Xu realized something and suddenly became angry.

But Apiao still didn't respond.

Fang Xu looked at the listless A Piao, and dismissed the idea that it might be scaring him.

Although my family, A Piao, has some bad tastes in normal times, but he can't do it so excessively, there must be some misunderstanding in it.

And compared to the insignificant shroud, what is more frightening is that Ah Piao, who has always been active, didn't even draw a cute expression today.

Could it be that it is unhappy because I doubt it so much?

Realizing that his family A Piao was trapped in an unspeakable melancholy atmosphere at the moment, Fang Xu couldn't care about the thrilling experience he had just experienced, and was at a loss, only thinking about how to comfort this depressed A Piao.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Xu lowered his voice.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" that cold wind made a sad sound.

"Write down on paper and tell me if you're unhappy, okay?" Fang Xu's voice softened even more.

The cold wind was still blowing, but he didn't care about Fang Xu.

Just when Fang Xu was confused, the first day of the cold war between Fang Xu and A Piao officially came to an end.

Reason: A certain Apiao has become twisted.

===Small...drama...field===

Fang Xu: Ah Piao, why is everything so good going wrong!

A Piao: Smile to others, not to me.

Fang Xu: ...

A Piao: Those who like others don't like mine.

Fang Xu: How can the living have the same preferences as the dead!

Ah Piao was even more depressed.

Fang Xu: What's wrong with you!

A Piao: You just said that it is impossible to like me.

Fang Xu: =mouth= This is the first time I understand what it means to be indisputable.