Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan sighed and stood up.Although he just woke up not long ago, he can't remember clearly the dream just now.He vaguely felt that this was not a good dream, and he didn't intend to recall it.

Her mind was still a little dizzy, Zhao Xuehan wanted to wake up in the late autumn morning air, so she went directly downstairs and came outside the inn.

The vendors on the street have not started business yet, so it is very quiet.The air is cold and fresh.The street lamps were still on, and gradually went out as the sky grew brighter.

Zhao Xuehan watched with interest as the light in the lamp dimmed little by little.It doesn't look like this lamp needs to be oiled to light a candle, but it looks like something made by a fairy. The light in the lampshade is not candle power, but a ball of light that is not too big or small.The brightness is moderate, neither dazzling nor dark.

As for the lampshade of this street lamp, Zhao Xuehan looked familiar.Just as he was wondering where he was looking, he heard two light noises above his head.

Zhao Xuehan followed the prestige, and saw Yan Ke standing on the roof of the inn, with his head down, looking at him with his blue eyes.

"You're awake." Yan Ke said.

Zhao Xuehan involuntarily straightened his body, and nodded.

Yan Ke jumped off the roof on tiptoe.He landed gently beside Zhao Xuehan without making a sound.

Seeing Yan Ke approaching him, Zhao Xuehan tensed up reflexively.When I'm nervous, I dare not speak.And that Yan Ke also cherishes words like gold, and basically doesn't speak.

The two of them faced the street, standing side by side, without saying a word, somehow making the morning air very awkward.

Zhao Xuehan really couldn't stand the tense and awkward atmosphere, took two deep breaths, turned around and walked into the house.He just lifted his foot when he heard Yan Ke's voice.

"I'm going to find someone today," he said, "you come with me."

Zhao Xuehan stopped in his tracks.He was thinking about whether he would go to that Lu Zhenren today to ask him about the way of luck.But Yan Ke asked himself to follow, so he had no other choice.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

"You will know when you arrive." Yan Ke replied, "You will also want to see him."

Who is so mysterious.Zhao Xuehan thought, tried hard to search in his brain, but couldn't think of anyone else he wanted to see besides Lu Zhenren.

Yan Ke ignored Zhao Xuehan, and went straight past him into the room.

Zhao Xuehan let out a long sigh, dawdled outside the house for a while, and then returned to the house.Although he expressed doubts about Yan Ke's judgment, he didn't dare to sneak away directly behind his back.So after washing up and tidying up, they left the inn with Yan Ke.

He followed Yan Ke around a few bends in the street, and came to an inconspicuous courtyard.The courtyard door was not locked, so Yan Ke pushed the door open and walked in.

The yard is a bit messy, with some wood and some tools such as axes and planes piled up.It seemed that someone heard the movement of the two, the door of the wing room opened, and a girl about eighteen | nine years old rushed out in two steps.

She was wearing a blue linen skirt, her round face was powdered, she looked very cute.I saw her standing still in front of the two, sizing up Yan Ke and Zhao Xuehan with dark eyes: "The two are..."

Her eyes stayed on Yan Ke's face for a moment, and a line of small words floated beside her head: "This big brother is quite handsome."

Then he turned his head to look at Zhao Xuehan, and the words changed: "This one looks a little..."

Zhao Xuehan couldn't help touching his face again.

"Let's go shopping." Yan Ke said.

"It really is a customer." The girl looked at Yan Ke and said with a smile, "Does the customer want to make tables and chairs or buy paintings?"

"Buy paintings." Yan Ke said.

"Buying paintings..." The girl tilted her head and thought for a while, "Our Mr. Sui has a lot of work on hand recently. I don't know what the client wants to paint. If the pattern is complicated, it will take about a month to complete. Is this okay?"

"No problem." Yan Ke replied concisely.

"That's fine. Guests come with me." The girl turned around and made a gesture of invitation to the wing she had just walked out of. "Tell us the artist yourself."

Zhao Xuehan followed Yan Ke into the wing.The room was bright and smelled of ink.A thin figure was sitting at the end of the room, holding a pen, carefully sketching on a large silk cloth.

Zhao Xuehan probed and looked, what the person painted was a bouquet of peonies, the petals overlapped and complicated, but the color was fresh and elegant, very beautiful.

"The guest is here." The little girl, as if she was afraid that the painter might not hear her, jumped to his side, squeezed the painter's hand that was not holding a pen, and whispered in his ear.

The painter seemed to smile and raised his face.Zhao Xuehan saw clearly that he was a handsome young man.

The painter looked at the two, nodded slightly, then put down the pen, raised his hand, and slowly made several gestures in the air.Then he tapped his mouth with his fingers and turned to look at the girl.

"Mr. Sui asked you what you would like to paint," the girl said.

Zhao Xuehan slightly raised his eyebrows.

This painter is dumb.

Although Yan Ke said that he was buying a painting, he didn't seem to have really thought about what to ask the artist to paint.He didn't answer right away, but frowned slightly and fell silent.

Seeing that Yan Ke didn't answer, Zhao Xuehan hesitated for a while, and then spoke for him on his own initiative: "Let's draw daylilies."

Yan Ke turned to look at Zhao Xuehan.Seeing that his expression did not change, Zhao Xuehan vaguely felt that his words of answering him were within the safe range that Yan Ke could not suspect, so she couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

The mute nodded, and made a few gestures to the girl, and the girl said to Zhao Xuehan: "Mr. Sui said yes, but I don't know what the guest wants to paint on. Is it a screen or a fan? It can also be painted on furniture, but it needs to be painted later." A layer of varnish will be more expensive."

Zhao Xuehan blinked and looked at Yan Ke.Yan Ke didn't speak, and motioned for him to continue.

"Painted on the barrel." Zhao Xuehan said.

A trace of doubt flashed across the dumb expression, and the little girl didn't seem to understand. "Wooden barrel?" She repeated, as if to confirm whether Zhao Xuehan said something wrong.

"Yes, it's the wooden barrel." Zhao Xuehan said, his eyes fixed on the mute. "Draw a circle of daylilies around the mouth of the barrel to surround the barrel." He gestured with his hand.

The girl tilted her head, still curious about this request. "Why did the guest draw flowers and plants on the wooden barrel..." Before she could finish her question, the mute grabbed her hand and pulled it gently.The girl immediately stopped talking.

The mute gestured, the girl nodded, and said to the two of them, "Mr. Sui asked the guest whether he should prepare the wooden barrel himself, or make a new one at our house."

"Do it here." Zhao Xuehan said.

The little girl nodded: "The two guests come with me." Then they took them to another room.There was a middle-aged man in this room, who was sitting and planing wood, and raised his head when he heard someone coming in.

"Father," said the girl, "make a bucket for these two guests."

The carpenter didn't talk much, and after simply asking about the size and material of the barrel, he buried himself in making it.Yan Ke took out the silver and paid the deposit.The girl sent them to the door.

Before saying goodbye, Zhao Xuehan saw a flower embroidered on the girl's cuff, so he took a second glance.The girl noticed Zhao Xuehan's gaze, so she unfolded her cuffs openly for Zhao Xuehan to look at.

A light pink rhododendron is embroidered on plain fabric.The cuckoo's posture is very good, but the embroidery is a bit sloppy, but it will not spoil the original shape.

"Mr. Sui drew this for me. I like this flower the most. I thought it was a pity to wash it, so I simply embroidered it on." The girl said with a smile. "Mr. Sui likes to paint, and he can't keep his hands idle. As long as he is waiting, he can't help but draw a few strokes. I have many flowers painted by him on my clothes. I'm not very good at needlework, and I want to keep them all. It's really embroidery. Can't embroider."

Zhao Xuehan smiled, and couldn't help joking: "Your Mr. Sui can't keep his hands idle, and he doesn't do anything else to make money, but it's all spent on your clothes."

The girl's face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly changed the topic. "It's not difficult to draw what the customer wants, and it will definitely be finished in a month." She said, "Remember to pick it up when the time comes."

After the two agreed, they bid farewell to the girl and walked out of the yard.Zhao Xuehan walked behind Yan Ke, seeing the girl closed the door, she wanted to ask Yan Ke if she found anything.However, when he saw Yan Ke, he was nervous and frightened, and he kept thinking about his back for a long time without making a sound.

Yan Ke didn't seem to notice Zhao Xuehan's mental activity at all, and just walked straight along the alley.The place where the mute lived was close to the border of the village and town. Zhao Xuehan followed Yan Ke and turned a few turns before leaving the village unknowingly.

Zhao Xuehan was at a loss, wondering if this is the end of the investigation?With a puzzled face on his face, he followed Yan Ke along the path in the forest.Yan Ke stopped suddenly.

Zhao Xuehan heard a burst of suona music coming from behind.Yan Ke turned around quickly, picked up Zhao Xuehan's collar, and jumped into the woods to hide.

Zhao Xuehan squatted in the woods with Yan Ke holding his head down, completely unaware of what happened.The sound of the suona was getting closer, and he raised his eyes to look at the end of the path.A group of people dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, carrying a nanmu coffin, walked over in a whistling manner.

The coffin was made very large, with exquisite patterns painted on the edges and four corners, and it looked like it came from a wealthy family.Zhao Xuehan didn't know why Yan Ke hid from this group of mourners.He observed it carefully, but couldn't see why.

At this time, at the other end of the road, several familiar figures appeared.The group of monks I saw yesterday reappeared next to the grove.They walked along the path, and when they saw the coffin, they stood politely on the side of the road and signaled the funeral procession to go first.

Most of the mourners were happy to see the immortal.Ordinary people have a lot of respect for those who practice, even though they know that they have little influence on the reincarnation of other people's souls, they still have a little hope.

Probably hoping that the immortal cultivator they encountered would bring some good omens of reincarnation to the newly deceased, someone in the team ordered the crowd to stop.I saw a few people in filial piety standing still, bowing their hands to the monks and saluting. Just as they were about to speak, the big coffin on their shoulders trembled dangerously.

The expression of the person who was going to strike up a conversation with the immortal changed, and he made an apologetic expression towards the monk, and lowered his head to ask the coffin bearer: "Are you tired? Don't rest, we'll be there soon."

"...not tired." The man who carried the coffin looked blank with a hint of fear, "I think... the shaking just now seemed to come from the coffin..."

Before the coffin bearer finished speaking, the coffin shook again.The flick was so obvious that everyone saw it.Several monks frowned, and the singing stopped instantly. Several coffin bearers stood stiffly on the ground, their hands trembling, as if they wanted to throw it but dared not.

There was silence all around, only the strange "clack" sound could be heard along with the trembling of the coffin.