The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

It took two hours for the scholar to talk about it, and he was also Confucius, Mencius, Zeng Zhu, and he was dizzy and sleepy after listening to the ink burning, but he still had to make a look of deep interest, which was also hard work.

For pretending to listen to the class, Mo Ran is quite good at it.

At the beginning, there was an "Oh?", frowning, as if puzzled and doubtful.

After the other party talked for a while, he said "Oh..." again, and the eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he had a little understanding, and gradually understood.

In the end, remember to keep your eyes wide open, your eyes shining brightly, an "oh~" is essential, what you want is to let the speaker understand that after some teachings from him, you are suddenly enlightened and enlightened.

Three "oh", he didn't use it less in Chu Wanning's class.

It's a pity that Chu Wanning didn't eat this set, and always looked at him coldly and told him to shut up.

But where has the little bookworm been treated so politely? After talking about it, his eyes glowed and he was very excited.

"I understand." Mo Ran smiled, "After listening to you, and then looking at this landscape map, I know that Danqing is precious, and it is worthless."

If the little bookworm was still a living person, his face would be flushed, but besides his blushing, other excitement is not bad at all. He is so happy that he doesn't know how to put his hands and feet down. He just smiles like a child, his thin face is full of excitement. It is light.

For the first time, Mo Ran was so happy to see being a ghost.

Almost there, he got up, bowed to the other party, and said: "It's getting late, I'll look around again to find a place to stay. If you are free tomorrow, sir, I will come and look for you again."

The scholar was suddenly called Mr., and he was even more delighted, half panic and half blissful: "No, no, no, sir, I dare not be a gentleman. I have taken the exam many times, and I can't even get a scholar. I... oh..."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "The level of character and learning is not in the fame and fortune, but in the heart."

The scholar was very surprised: "You, you can say such a thing?"

"This is what my master said, it's just picking up people's teeth."

Scholar: "... Picking up people's tooth wisdom."

"Really? Hahahaha." Mo Ran scratched his head with a smile, "I remember wrong again."

Seeing that it was late, and thinking that no one would come to ask about paintings today, the scholar packed up his baskets, suitcases and suitcases, and said, "I have nothing to do, so it's rare to meet someone who can talk. Although the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, it is also very important." A thousand cups of wine is too rare for a bosom friend, I think..."

Seeing that he started to drop his schoolbag sourly again, Mo Ran smiled and cut off his words, saying: "Do you want to say, I think it's getting late, why don't we find a place to have a drink?"

"Ah, yes, yes, have a drink and enjoy yourself, okay?"

"Okay." Mo Ran nodded, "Mr. pays."

Scholar: "..."

On the greasy little table was a plate of peanuts, a dozen bits and pieces, and two cups of small wine, cramped half full.There was only one candle lit in the restaurant, and it was burning shabbyly, and the boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was cleaning a chipped bowl behind the cabinet.

"The place is a little run-down." The scholar seemed a little uneasy, "But I haven't received any paper money. There are only a few stores I've been to, and this one is passable..."

"Very good." Mo Ran picked up the wine cup and took a closer look, "Ghosts still eat?"

"It's all fake, just like offering sacrifices." The scholar took a sip of the peanuts, but the peanuts didn't disappear. He said, "Look, it's like this. Taste it."

Mo Ran put down the wine glass calmly, he is not a dead person, and he will show flaws when eating.

After thirty days of drinking, the scholar seems to be in a better mood, and chatted with Mo Ran for a while, and he asked: "Mr. Mo asked Xiaosheng to help draw a character. Is he the one you like?"

Mo Ran hurriedly waved his hand: "No, it's my master."

"Ah." The scholar was stunned, "I have been setting up a stall in the underworld for many years. I have seen people who want to ask for pictures of beauties, but I have never seen anyone who wants me to draw a master. Your master treats you very well?"

Mo Ran felt ashamed and said, "Okay, very good."

"No wonder." The scholar nodded, "What do you draw him for?"

"Looking for someone."

The scholar said "ah" again, with a surprised expression on his face: "Is he also in the underworld?"

"Well." Mo Ran said, "I heard that the dead person will stay in Nanke Township for ten or eight years. I can't worry about him. I want to find him and be with him."

The scholar didn't doubt it, and was even a little moved. He pondered for a while, and finally sighed: "It's rare to see peaches and plums with deep love. Good! Mr. Mo, I will help you with this!" painting utensils.

Mo Ran was overjoyed, thanked him again and again, and asked his name and surname, secretly remembering it in his heart, thinking that returning to the world must burn more gold and silver for this poor brother.

The two of you are sentimental, and I am excited, spreading paper and ink in a lively manner.

As a result, after starting work, I didn't say a few words, and I choked.

"My master...he..." Mo Ran clenched his hands into fists and knocked on his knees a few times, but he still didn't come up with a reason. After holding back for a long time, the man with poor words finally said, "He Anyway, she is a beauty, you can draw it."

The scholar glared at him.

Mo Ran: "Draw it."

"...how beautiful?"

"It's not very simple, it's beautiful, and it's beautiful."

"I know I want to make it look good, but...forget it, tell me, what kind of face is he?"

"What face?" Mo Ran froze for a moment, then said in a daze, "...the face is the face."

The scholar was a little annoyed: "Guazi almond wood character goose egg, did you say one?"

"I don't know if these are there or not, but they are pretty handsome anyway."

Scholar: "..."

Mo Ran: "Forget it, if you don't know, just draw according to my face, our faces are not too different."

Scholar: "..."

Then there are the eyes.

"What eyes?"

Seeing that Mo Ran wanted to speak, he suddenly stopped him and added.

"Don't say eyes are eyes."

Mo Ran waved his hand and said: "I understand what you mean, his eyes look good... this, how do you say it? It's fierce and... flattering? It's indifferent and gentle."

The scholar dropped his pen and said angrily, "I won't draw any more! Please ask Gao Ming to go!"

"Don't!" Mo Ran hurriedly grabbed him, "Other people's paintings are not as good as you."

The scholar endured it and stared at him, but seeing Mo Ran's face full of sincerity, he said stiffly: "Then tell me, what do I ask, what do you answer."

Mo Ran was also wronged, he thought to himself, didn't he answer well just now?Isn't that what people ask and what they answer?But if you ask someone to be soft on something, you can only nod obediently, and pitifully hug the soul-inducing lamp in your arms.

The scholar said: "Or the eyes. Is he leopard eyes? Three white eyes? Almond eyes? Phoenix eyes? Or..."

The ink burned dizzy, shook his head and said: "Slit eyes? Isn't it very small, no, his eyes are picked up, I don't know what they are called, in short, it is... um, it just flies up, it's pretty good of……"

"That's the phoenix eye."

Mo Ran opened his mouth, but seeing the scholar's displeasure, he closed his mouth resentfully: "Okay, if you say slit your eyes, just sew them."

The scholar then asked, "Is the nose tall or short?"

"high."

"Are the lips thin or thick?"

"Thin."

"Are the eyebrows thick or light?"

"concentrated."

"Thickness?"

"It's okay... I know the eyebrows, they should be sword eyebrows."

"Okay." The scholar added a few more strokes, and then asked, "Do you have any moles on your face?"

Mo Ran tilted his head and thought about it, thinking about it, but his face turned red, and he said: "There is..."

"where is it?"

"The left ear." Mo Ran said slowly, "Small, the color is quite light, and then..."

Then when I kiss him here, it will be extra sensitive.

The scholar raised his eyebrows: "Then?"

"No." Mo Ran shook his head like a rattle, his face turned redder, "No then."

The scholar gave him a rather strange look, but luckily the light was dim and the blood on his face could not be seen.The tip of the pen was moistened with ink, and he asked again: "Will you stay in attire?"

"He likes to wear white clothes. A sapphire crown, or a high ponytail." Mo Ran thought for a while, and added, "Sometimes he wears it, and when he wears it, especially..."

"Stop saying it looks good!" The scholar couldn't bear it.

"Well, that's pretty."

Scholar: "..."

After a long time of hard work, I finally finished the painting.Mo Ran blew the ink, lifted it up and took a closer look, and felt that although it was not as handsome as Chu Wanning, it was not very similar, but it was barely usable, so he smiled: "Thank you, sir. It's pretty good."

"I only drew Pan An, Fan Li, and Xizi Diaochan."

"Hahaha." Mo Ran laughed and said, "When I find Master, I must thank you again."

I drank some wine with the scholar, chatted for a while, and when the sky got darker, the two parted ways in front of the wine shop. Mo Ran was holding a portrait of Chu Wanning. According to the scholar, there is a building on the Fifth Street of Nanke Township , called "Shunfeng Building", it is specially for newcomers to inquire about various news.

He is going to have a look.

Outside the Shunfeng Building, the red sign fluttered faintly, with a black snake-shaped totem painted on it.Mo Ran opened the door and entered, and saw a long counter running across the hall. Behind the counter sat a dozen or so ghosts in ocher red robes, all wearing angry wooden lacquer masks, unable to see their true appearance.In front of these masked ghosts, each has a long line of dead people with different expressions and other wishes.

There are hundreds of white candles floating on the top of the building, and the overlapping shadows of the lights illuminate the overlapping dead.Ghosts come and go, it's very busy.

"Little master, can you help me find out where my brother is? His name is Zhang Bayi, from Gusu, he was 21 years old when he died..."

"Is there a portrait?"

"No, no."

"If you don't have a portrait, you can find it, and the cost will be ten times more expensive."

"Big brother-"

The masked man coughed with a clear voice.

"Ah, I'm sorry, it turned out to be the elder sister. Eldest sister, it's like this. When I died, the person in the family told me that she would never remarry, but I always watched her flirt with my younger brother for a long time. , I can’t swallow this breath even if I die, can you check for me to see if she is really a well-behaved widow in Yangjian, or is she getting along with my younger brother!”

"Check out the affairs of Yang, the price is this one, you will see first."

"Excuse me, Xiaosheng liked a girl in his previous life, but she was rich and expensive, and he didn't like a scholar who was not good enough. Xiaosheng was timid, and he never showed his feelings to her. Later, when she married, Xiaoshengyuan also replaced her. She was happy. Unexpectedly, she was entrusted to someone other than a married man.... Alas, something happened later, and she... was one step ahead of Xiaosheng. Therefore, Xiaosheng wanted to investigate two things, the first being this Where is the girl now? The second is... I want to know the fate of the two of us in the next life..."

"You can check if you are here, but you don't charge any money. It needs to be exchanged with your life. As for the whereabouts of the girl, I will trouble you to report her name and portrait."

"Oh, good, good. There are some portraits, here they are. The girl's surname is Yao, and the single name has the word blue..."

In front of every cabinet are chirping ghosts, the body has become rotten, but the obsession still cannot be let go.

Mo Ran hugged the lamp, looked left and right and walked around, and found that there were all kinds of questions. The people in Shunfeng Building were either collecting money or Yangshou.

He has no money, and if they let them take Yangshou, they will be found out that he is a widow who has sneaked into the underworld.Feeling apprehensive for a while, he couldn't help but secretly scolded the guilty master for his lack of brains, and didn't know how to stuff some banknotes and ingots into his pockets in advance.

But looking at the price list, it seems that it is not expensive to inquire about individuals.The ink burned his heart, ran back to the vicinity of the wine shop, and finally caught up with the scholar.Anyway, he borrowed some meager silver, and went back to Shunfeng Building.

After queuing for a long time, it was finally his turn.

The ink burned anxiously: "I'm looking for someone. This is a portrait."

He handed over Chu Wanning's portrait to the other party, and was about to continue talking.Unexpectedly, after the man saw it, he laughed lightly, closed the scroll, and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Ah?" Mo Ran was taken aback, "Just by looking at the painting, you know where he is?"

"Yes. But tell me first, why are you looking for him?"

"He is an old friend of mine."

The other party glanced at him again, and said, "Wait a minute." Then he leaned over and whispered a few words to a colleague next to him.When he turned around again, his tone was quite amicable.

"Since he is Mr. Chu's old friend, I won't accept the money." The man got up and waved to him, "You can go upstairs with me."

The author has something to say:

The first three are rotten stems from various scarf jokes and sketches, not original stems, but because I use too many, I want to find the origin, but I can't find it. . . .It seems that it first appeared on the Spring Festival Gala sketch?Shocked, is it so rustic and joyful?In order to avoid misunderstanding, hereby declare qaq