The next day at noon, after Song Jinqiao finished her meal, she took Bai Di to find Si Wu. At that time, Si Wu had just left home and was about to go find her.
"What are you going to say?" Along the way, Song Jinqiao looked at Si Wu curiously and asked.
Si Wu smiled mysteriously: "You'll know in a while."
Song Jinqiao suppressed his curiosity for the moment.
When I arrived outside Thatcher's house, it was still the same as before, and the inside was also the same as before.
Si Wu walked in carelessly, without even knocking, and pushed the door open.
Song Jinqiao looked at Si Wu who was walking in front of him, then looked at the shaky door, smiled helplessly, and followed him in.
"Hey, old man, I'm here!" His voice was so loud that it shook the whole house and almost broke Song Jinqiao's eardrums.
Si Wu walked into the house and treated it as his own home. He sat on the stone bench without any hesitation, crossed his legs, looked left and right, and then he set his eyes on the fruit on the table, picked it up and took a bite.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, why is this fruit so sour?" The fruit was so sour that it hit his teeth. Si Wu quickly spat out the fruit in his mouth. "You've done pretty badly, old man. Even this fruit is so sour."
At this time Thatcher came out. His cloudy eyes looked at Si Wu, then at the fruit that Si Wu had spit on the ground. He hunched over and walked to the table next to him. His purpose was very direct. He picked up the fruit on the table and put it on the shelf beside him.
"If you can't finish it, don't waste it. If it gets sour, go back to your stall and eat it." His voice was as cold as ever, and just opening his mouth could make people shiver.
After saying that, he saw Song Jinqiao again, looked her up and down, and said with no expression on his face: "Why are you here again, female?"
From the tone of his voice, it seemed that she was very unwelcome. Was it because she asked about the Desert Temple?
Song Jinqiao smiled and said nothing.
"I asked her to come. Is there any problem?" Si Wu was very rude as soon as he opened his mouth, with an arrogant look on his face.
When he said this, Thatcher's eyes fell on him.
"So what brings you here?" He was sorting through the paintings that had filled the room.
Si Wu took out the blueprint and handed it to him, asking him to take a good look at it: "Come, take a look, can you understand this?"
Otherwise, she glanced at him strangely and said, "Don't pretend you don't know. I know you can do such a thing."
Thatcher took it and glanced at it nonchalantly, raised an eyebrow, and after reading it, threw the drawing to him and continued doing his own thing: "I don't understand, you should go back."
"Hey, look! I told you, he really is good at pretending not to understand." He said this to Song Jinqiao. He kept pointing at Thatcher while speaking. After he finished speaking, he said with a vicious look on his face, "Old man, hurry up! I don't have time to joke with you!"
Thatcher raised her eyelids and glanced at him, as if looking at a lunatic, and said in a leisurely tone: "I'm not joking. Don't you understand, or do you not understand what I'm saying?"
Si Wu paused, retracting his nonchalant attitude, sat up straight, stared at him for two seconds, and then looked annoyed again: "Alright, alright, I get it, I know whether you are a liar or not. Admit that you know a lot, just tell me!"
Thatcher seemed not to hear and continued to do her own thing slowly.
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