ghost
Chapter 61 Mourning 03
On the other end of the phone, Ma Guangping and Ding Ming were arguing.
Ma Guangping angrily accused: "You are an unfilial disciple, you actually robbed Master's food!"
Ding Ming said leisurely: "You have eaten eggs this morning, and eating too much will easily raise your cholesterol."
Ma Guangping: "In the morning it was boiled eggs, but now it's marinated eggs. That's different."
Ding Ming: "They are all eggs, what's the difference?"
Ma Guangping: "The taste is different!"
Ding Ming: "..."
Fang Xia: "..."
Fang Xia's elder brother, Shan Yichun, was so troubled by them that he called the steward who sold snacks on the bullet train and bought Ma Guangping two small packets of dried eggs before they calmed down.
"Hello? Fang Xia, are you still there?" Ma Guangping finally recalled that he was still on the phone with his little apprentice.
"Not anymore." Fang Xia replied blankly.
"So I hung up the phone?"
"Wait a minute!" Fang Xia called Ma Guangping, "I said, Master, next month will be the annual prayer ceremony in Queshan Village, do you remember?"
Ma Guangping's Queshan Temple is on Queshan Mountain, and Queshan Village is at the foot of Queshan Mountain.The annual blessing ceremony in the village has always been presided over by Ma Guangping, which can be regarded as a regular errand for Queshan Temple.
Now there is still a lot of time before the ritual ceremony in the village, but the head of Queshan Village is a person who likes to prepare everything in advance. Fang Xia is afraid that the village head will not be able to find Ma Guangping by then, so he will call him coming.This kind of thing happened, and Fang Xia had a deep impression on the village chief because of this—that is really a very nagging uncle, probably in menopause.
"Remember, it will be the end of June! Isn't it more than a month away? City D is not far from City Q, so we can go back!" Ma Guangping muttered, "Don't worry about it, okay, okay, that's it, Go ahead."
Fang Xia hung up the phone, looking at the blackened phone screen, still muttering in her heart.The Geng family is looking for someone to look at Feng Shui, who can't find it?How could he make a special trip to find his master?His master's ability to read feng shui is indeed good, but Fang Xia wouldn't believe it if he said that it was so good that those in the Geng family who had their eyes above the top asked for it.
Thinking of this, Fang Xia couldn't help but tell Fu Jin.
[Maybe your master is really a powerful Feng Shui master? ] Fu Jin said, [It's just that you haven't set foot in the mystical circle, so you don't know much about it. ]
"Are you saying that I'm ignorant?" Fang Xia moved closer to Fu Jin and complained in a low voice.
[That was not what I meant. ] Fu Jin said helplessly.
Fang Xia's eyes lingered on Fu Jin's side face for a while, he liked to see Fu Jin's helpless expression towards him.
"Then I'll trust you for the time being." Fang Xia bent the corners of his eyes, with a smile on his face, and asked again, "Have you ever heard of that Fengshui master named Ma Guangping?"
[Have not heard. ] Fu Jin shook his head.
"Tsk! I knew that old man must be bragging again!" Fang Xia stuffed the mobile phone he bought two days ago into his pocket, and walked towards the classroom where he and Fu Jin were painting together. Can be ranked in the top [-] among Feng Shui masters..."
Fu Jin stepped up to follow Shang Xia's footsteps, and after thinking for a while, asked, "What's your master's Taoist name?" ]
"It's Aragon, what's the matter?" Fang Xia tilted his head slightly, with doubts in his eyes.
[I have heard of Daoist Wen Shi, and it is said that he is one of the top ten figures among Feng Shui masters. ]
Fang Xia suddenly stopped, showing shock.
[Your master may be the Daoist Wen Shi. ] Fu Jin stopped, and Fang Xia said.
Fang Xia shook his head vigorously.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Fang Xia almost categorically denied, "As far as my master is so pissed, if he can really rank in the top ten, he can blow me into the top three. Twenty. It must have bumped into Daoist name with that Daoist Wenshi, maybe my master deliberately bumped into his Taoist name!"
Fu Jin: […]
He had met Ma Guangping before, and when he recalled the virtue of that old Taoist priest, who was chased by his disciples all over the ward, and finally hid in the bathroom and could not survive, his whole body exuded such an unreliable aura.Fu Jin felt that it was not impossible for that old Taoist priest to deliberately bump into Taoist names with celebrities.
"If my master is really that Daoist Wenshi, can the income be low?" Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the salary Li Jinghang gave Geng Shudan before, deducting the money for the mink fur coat, which is a total of [-] yuan!The money is still in his hands.Geng Shudan said that he is not ranked in the circle of mystical arts, so Mr. Wen Shi, who is ranked in the top ten, shouldn't be able to earn more?Moreover, more people believe in Feng Shui than catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, "If my master is that Taoist Wenshi, can we be so poor at Queshan Temple?"
Whether Ma Guangping is the aragonite master or not is actually not important to Fang Xia.Whether it is true or not, it is all his master, so it is not necessary to make it clear what the real answer is.
Fang Xia and Fu Jin discussed a few words around Ma Guangping, and then continued to walk towards the painting classroom.
Before Fang Xia walked to the classroom door, he saw the classroom door open from a distance. Just as he was wondering who was in that classroom, his cell phone rang again, and it was Wei Shuhua calling.
While Fang Xia picked up the phone, he quickened his pace and walked towards that classroom.
"Fang Xia, let me ask you something..."
As soon as Fang Xia stepped into the door of the classroom, his eyes met Wei Shuhua who was talking with his mobile phone. The voice from the phone formed a duet with his own voice.
Wei Shuhua looked at Fang Xia, and then at his phone.
"I just made a call for nothing." Wei Shuhua hung up the phone, and said directly to Fang Xia, "Fang Xia, you came just in time, and I just wanted to ask you something."
"Huh? What's the matter?" Fang Xia stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and turned his gaze to the man behind Wei Shuhua.
It was a man in his early 40s, well dressed and meticulously groomed.At this moment, he was standing in front of the table covered with Fu Jin's painting. For Fang Xia who came in suddenly, he just raised his eyes and quickly turned his eyes back to the painting.
"It's like this. I want to ask whose picture is the picture of Aomei in cold snow. I saw your painting next to it. I should know who painted this picture of Aomei." Wei Shuhua pointed to the middle-aged man The man was looking at the painting and said, "This Mr. Zhang wants to buy it."
Fang Xia frowned.
Although he was impressed by Fu Jin's Aomei painting, he was not willing to let that painting fall into the hands of someone who didn't know why.If possible, he wanted to keep it for himself, even if it was just for Fu Jin to keep it.
Fang Xia's gaze shifted slightly, and turned to Fu Jin.
That painting was Fu Jin, so he still had to ask Fu Jin for his opinion on whether to stay or not. Even if he was unwilling to sell that painting, he couldn't just step over and make the decision for Fu Jin directly.
[Not for sale. ]
Fang Xia was immediately happy, and confidently conveyed Fu Jin's meaning, "Sorry, this painting is not for sale."
Fu Jin lowered his eyes, he found that every time he saw Fang Xia happy, his mood would always get better.
Fang Xia's loud "not for sale" finally made that Mr. Li look up and look at him.
"Is this painting yours?" asked Mr. Zhang.
"No." Fang Xia said, "But my friend, he said he wouldn't sell it."
"I'll offer 100 million." That Mr. Zhang offered the price, "My price is enough to save face. Even if this painting is included in the newcomer exhibition of Cangli Gallery, as a newcomer's work, the highest price will be like this."
"Not for sale."
"This is not your painting. I want to meet and talk with your friend." Mr. Zhang said dissatisfied.
He's standing right in front of you, why don't you talk about it!Fang Xia thought.
"No need to see, he told me that this painting is not for sale." Fang Xia said.
"How do you prove that this painting is really your friend's? I'm afraid you want to take this painting for yourself?" Mr. Zhang's tone became aggressive.
Fang Xia: "..." I really want to keep it for myself.
"Mr. Zhang, aren't you making too much assumptions?" Wei Shuhua said out loud.
"Since it belongs to his friend, let him call his friend over. If it's really my assumption, I can apologize to him." Mr. Zhang straightened his neckline, gave Fang Xia a sideways look, and said to Wei Shuhua.
"Since this painting appeared in the classroom of our studio, it must belong to someone from our studio. You are so worried that this painting will be hacked, so I will post a lost and found on our studio forum now." Wei Shuhua also Impatient, I took the picture in the past, posted it directly on the studio forum, learned a few casual words, and then showed it to Mr. Zhang, "Are you satisfied with this?"
"At first I wanted my daughter to come to this studio to learn painting, but I don't think this studio will be much better with a boss like you. Let me go!" That Mr. Zhang turned his head and left.
"Crazy." Wei Shuhua muttered, and Fang Xia said, "That man is a new collector I just met a few days ago. He said yesterday that he would send his daughter to learn painting here. I will take him here today to visit. After seeing this picture of Hanxue Aomei, he proposed to buy it. It is not my painting, so I can only help to draw a line. Who would think this person is crazy. Fang Xia, help me to see, Have I been a villain recently?"
"I don't know how to read faces." Fang Xia said he was helpless.
"Why don't I go to the temple tomorrow to ask for a peace talisman or something..." Wei Shuhua muttered, then raised his head and asked Fang Xia, "By the way, what are you doing in this classroom?"
"I'm here to fetch those two paintings."
"Oh, then take it." Wei Shuhua made way for Fang Xia to pass.
"You sent this painting to Lost and Found, can I still take it?" Fang Xia walked to Fu Jin's Aomei Picture and asked.
"Although take it away, the lost and found is to get rid of that surname Zhang, how can I not believe you?" Wei Shuhua waved his hand and said, "By the way, is your friend from our studio?"
"No." Fang Xia shook his head.
"I thought the people from our studio were expected to be shortlisted for the rookie competition." Wei Shuhua said sadly, "That guy named Zhang has a brain problem, but his vision is not bad."
Fang Xia, who had already rolled up and put away the two paintings, looked up at Wei Shuhua.
Wei Shuhua: "Cough! You have to work hard for the rookie competition! Win glory for our studio."
Fang Xia: "Boss, I can hear from your encouragement that you should settle for the second best."
Wei Shuhua turned his head aside: "That's your illusion."
Fang Xia took Fu Jin back to the apartment, and he casually threw aside his picture of Bing Tilian, and carefully unfolded Fu Jin's picture of Aomei on the desk.
"Fu Jin, do you want this painting to be framed?" Fang Xia asked.
[You decide. ] Fu Jin stood beside Fang Xia.
Fang Xia turned her head, "But this is your painting..."
[gave it to you. ]
Fang Xia opened his eyes slightly.
[Don't you want it? ] Fu Jin slightly turned his head and asked.
"I want it!" Fang Xia quickly replied.
Seeing the excitement in Fang Xia's eyes, Fu Jin's brows and eyes stretched.
Sure enough, as long as Fang Xia was happy, he couldn't help being happy too.
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Wei Shuhua: Fang Xia, is it someone from our studio who painted this picture of "Cold Snow and Plum Blossoms"?
Fang Xia: No, that's my person... Oh no!my ghost.
Ma Guangping angrily accused: "You are an unfilial disciple, you actually robbed Master's food!"
Ding Ming said leisurely: "You have eaten eggs this morning, and eating too much will easily raise your cholesterol."
Ma Guangping: "In the morning it was boiled eggs, but now it's marinated eggs. That's different."
Ding Ming: "They are all eggs, what's the difference?"
Ma Guangping: "The taste is different!"
Ding Ming: "..."
Fang Xia: "..."
Fang Xia's elder brother, Shan Yichun, was so troubled by them that he called the steward who sold snacks on the bullet train and bought Ma Guangping two small packets of dried eggs before they calmed down.
"Hello? Fang Xia, are you still there?" Ma Guangping finally recalled that he was still on the phone with his little apprentice.
"Not anymore." Fang Xia replied blankly.
"So I hung up the phone?"
"Wait a minute!" Fang Xia called Ma Guangping, "I said, Master, next month will be the annual prayer ceremony in Queshan Village, do you remember?"
Ma Guangping's Queshan Temple is on Queshan Mountain, and Queshan Village is at the foot of Queshan Mountain.The annual blessing ceremony in the village has always been presided over by Ma Guangping, which can be regarded as a regular errand for Queshan Temple.
Now there is still a lot of time before the ritual ceremony in the village, but the head of Queshan Village is a person who likes to prepare everything in advance. Fang Xia is afraid that the village head will not be able to find Ma Guangping by then, so he will call him coming.This kind of thing happened, and Fang Xia had a deep impression on the village chief because of this—that is really a very nagging uncle, probably in menopause.
"Remember, it will be the end of June! Isn't it more than a month away? City D is not far from City Q, so we can go back!" Ma Guangping muttered, "Don't worry about it, okay, okay, that's it, Go ahead."
Fang Xia hung up the phone, looking at the blackened phone screen, still muttering in her heart.The Geng family is looking for someone to look at Feng Shui, who can't find it?How could he make a special trip to find his master?His master's ability to read feng shui is indeed good, but Fang Xia wouldn't believe it if he said that it was so good that those in the Geng family who had their eyes above the top asked for it.
Thinking of this, Fang Xia couldn't help but tell Fu Jin.
[Maybe your master is really a powerful Feng Shui master? ] Fu Jin said, [It's just that you haven't set foot in the mystical circle, so you don't know much about it. ]
"Are you saying that I'm ignorant?" Fang Xia moved closer to Fu Jin and complained in a low voice.
[That was not what I meant. ] Fu Jin said helplessly.
Fang Xia's eyes lingered on Fu Jin's side face for a while, he liked to see Fu Jin's helpless expression towards him.
"Then I'll trust you for the time being." Fang Xia bent the corners of his eyes, with a smile on his face, and asked again, "Have you ever heard of that Fengshui master named Ma Guangping?"
[Have not heard. ] Fu Jin shook his head.
"Tsk! I knew that old man must be bragging again!" Fang Xia stuffed the mobile phone he bought two days ago into his pocket, and walked towards the classroom where he and Fu Jin were painting together. Can be ranked in the top [-] among Feng Shui masters..."
Fu Jin stepped up to follow Shang Xia's footsteps, and after thinking for a while, asked, "What's your master's Taoist name?" ]
"It's Aragon, what's the matter?" Fang Xia tilted his head slightly, with doubts in his eyes.
[I have heard of Daoist Wen Shi, and it is said that he is one of the top ten figures among Feng Shui masters. ]
Fang Xia suddenly stopped, showing shock.
[Your master may be the Daoist Wen Shi. ] Fu Jin stopped, and Fang Xia said.
Fang Xia shook his head vigorously.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Fang Xia almost categorically denied, "As far as my master is so pissed, if he can really rank in the top ten, he can blow me into the top three. Twenty. It must have bumped into Daoist name with that Daoist Wenshi, maybe my master deliberately bumped into his Taoist name!"
Fu Jin: […]
He had met Ma Guangping before, and when he recalled the virtue of that old Taoist priest, who was chased by his disciples all over the ward, and finally hid in the bathroom and could not survive, his whole body exuded such an unreliable aura.Fu Jin felt that it was not impossible for that old Taoist priest to deliberately bump into Taoist names with celebrities.
"If my master is really that Daoist Wenshi, can the income be low?" Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the salary Li Jinghang gave Geng Shudan before, deducting the money for the mink fur coat, which is a total of [-] yuan!The money is still in his hands.Geng Shudan said that he is not ranked in the circle of mystical arts, so Mr. Wen Shi, who is ranked in the top ten, shouldn't be able to earn more?Moreover, more people believe in Feng Shui than catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, "If my master is that Taoist Wenshi, can we be so poor at Queshan Temple?"
Whether Ma Guangping is the aragonite master or not is actually not important to Fang Xia.Whether it is true or not, it is all his master, so it is not necessary to make it clear what the real answer is.
Fang Xia and Fu Jin discussed a few words around Ma Guangping, and then continued to walk towards the painting classroom.
Before Fang Xia walked to the classroom door, he saw the classroom door open from a distance. Just as he was wondering who was in that classroom, his cell phone rang again, and it was Wei Shuhua calling.
While Fang Xia picked up the phone, he quickened his pace and walked towards that classroom.
"Fang Xia, let me ask you something..."
As soon as Fang Xia stepped into the door of the classroom, his eyes met Wei Shuhua who was talking with his mobile phone. The voice from the phone formed a duet with his own voice.
Wei Shuhua looked at Fang Xia, and then at his phone.
"I just made a call for nothing." Wei Shuhua hung up the phone, and said directly to Fang Xia, "Fang Xia, you came just in time, and I just wanted to ask you something."
"Huh? What's the matter?" Fang Xia stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and turned his gaze to the man behind Wei Shuhua.
It was a man in his early 40s, well dressed and meticulously groomed.At this moment, he was standing in front of the table covered with Fu Jin's painting. For Fang Xia who came in suddenly, he just raised his eyes and quickly turned his eyes back to the painting.
"It's like this. I want to ask whose picture is the picture of Aomei in cold snow. I saw your painting next to it. I should know who painted this picture of Aomei." Wei Shuhua pointed to the middle-aged man The man was looking at the painting and said, "This Mr. Zhang wants to buy it."
Fang Xia frowned.
Although he was impressed by Fu Jin's Aomei painting, he was not willing to let that painting fall into the hands of someone who didn't know why.If possible, he wanted to keep it for himself, even if it was just for Fu Jin to keep it.
Fang Xia's gaze shifted slightly, and turned to Fu Jin.
That painting was Fu Jin, so he still had to ask Fu Jin for his opinion on whether to stay or not. Even if he was unwilling to sell that painting, he couldn't just step over and make the decision for Fu Jin directly.
[Not for sale. ]
Fang Xia was immediately happy, and confidently conveyed Fu Jin's meaning, "Sorry, this painting is not for sale."
Fu Jin lowered his eyes, he found that every time he saw Fang Xia happy, his mood would always get better.
Fang Xia's loud "not for sale" finally made that Mr. Li look up and look at him.
"Is this painting yours?" asked Mr. Zhang.
"No." Fang Xia said, "But my friend, he said he wouldn't sell it."
"I'll offer 100 million." That Mr. Zhang offered the price, "My price is enough to save face. Even if this painting is included in the newcomer exhibition of Cangli Gallery, as a newcomer's work, the highest price will be like this."
"Not for sale."
"This is not your painting. I want to meet and talk with your friend." Mr. Zhang said dissatisfied.
He's standing right in front of you, why don't you talk about it!Fang Xia thought.
"No need to see, he told me that this painting is not for sale." Fang Xia said.
"How do you prove that this painting is really your friend's? I'm afraid you want to take this painting for yourself?" Mr. Zhang's tone became aggressive.
Fang Xia: "..." I really want to keep it for myself.
"Mr. Zhang, aren't you making too much assumptions?" Wei Shuhua said out loud.
"Since it belongs to his friend, let him call his friend over. If it's really my assumption, I can apologize to him." Mr. Zhang straightened his neckline, gave Fang Xia a sideways look, and said to Wei Shuhua.
"Since this painting appeared in the classroom of our studio, it must belong to someone from our studio. You are so worried that this painting will be hacked, so I will post a lost and found on our studio forum now." Wei Shuhua also Impatient, I took the picture in the past, posted it directly on the studio forum, learned a few casual words, and then showed it to Mr. Zhang, "Are you satisfied with this?"
"At first I wanted my daughter to come to this studio to learn painting, but I don't think this studio will be much better with a boss like you. Let me go!" That Mr. Zhang turned his head and left.
"Crazy." Wei Shuhua muttered, and Fang Xia said, "That man is a new collector I just met a few days ago. He said yesterday that he would send his daughter to learn painting here. I will take him here today to visit. After seeing this picture of Hanxue Aomei, he proposed to buy it. It is not my painting, so I can only help to draw a line. Who would think this person is crazy. Fang Xia, help me to see, Have I been a villain recently?"
"I don't know how to read faces." Fang Xia said he was helpless.
"Why don't I go to the temple tomorrow to ask for a peace talisman or something..." Wei Shuhua muttered, then raised his head and asked Fang Xia, "By the way, what are you doing in this classroom?"
"I'm here to fetch those two paintings."
"Oh, then take it." Wei Shuhua made way for Fang Xia to pass.
"You sent this painting to Lost and Found, can I still take it?" Fang Xia walked to Fu Jin's Aomei Picture and asked.
"Although take it away, the lost and found is to get rid of that surname Zhang, how can I not believe you?" Wei Shuhua waved his hand and said, "By the way, is your friend from our studio?"
"No." Fang Xia shook his head.
"I thought the people from our studio were expected to be shortlisted for the rookie competition." Wei Shuhua said sadly, "That guy named Zhang has a brain problem, but his vision is not bad."
Fang Xia, who had already rolled up and put away the two paintings, looked up at Wei Shuhua.
Wei Shuhua: "Cough! You have to work hard for the rookie competition! Win glory for our studio."
Fang Xia: "Boss, I can hear from your encouragement that you should settle for the second best."
Wei Shuhua turned his head aside: "That's your illusion."
Fang Xia took Fu Jin back to the apartment, and he casually threw aside his picture of Bing Tilian, and carefully unfolded Fu Jin's picture of Aomei on the desk.
"Fu Jin, do you want this painting to be framed?" Fang Xia asked.
[You decide. ] Fu Jin stood beside Fang Xia.
Fang Xia turned her head, "But this is your painting..."
[gave it to you. ]
Fang Xia opened his eyes slightly.
[Don't you want it? ] Fu Jin slightly turned his head and asked.
"I want it!" Fang Xia quickly replied.
Seeing the excitement in Fang Xia's eyes, Fu Jin's brows and eyes stretched.
Sure enough, as long as Fang Xia was happy, he couldn't help being happy too.
The author has something to say:
-
Wei Shuhua: Fang Xia, is it someone from our studio who painted this picture of "Cold Snow and Plum Blossoms"?
Fang Xia: No, that's my person... Oh no!my ghost.
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