Living Paper

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Bai Zhun had been lying down for a whole day, his lips were just turning red, and he was about to make a full payment for Mr. Hong.

"No." Huo Zhenye pushed him back on the bed, "You can't take it anymore, wait two days before doing it."

Although Bai Zhun lay down, his eyes did not show weakness: "I should give Mr. Hong a ride." Among the elders of the Eight Sects, apart from Mr. Hong, only Mr. Chu remained.

"What I mean is that you can still make it to the funeral with two days' delay." In just one day, one door sent a post, not only to inform Bai Zhun that Mr. Hong had passed away, but also to invite the masters of the seven doors to be witnesses.

"There will be a lawsuit before the coffin, and the funeral will not happen so soon." Fortunately, the weather is getting colder and colder, even if the coffin stays for a longer time, the body will not spoil for a while.

How could Bai Zhun not know how it feels good for Mr. Hong to watch a house full of apprentices and grandchildren scrambling for a property.

Huo Zhenye didn't allow him to make paper, so he sat in the patio and folded some tin foils of ingots, lit a brazier under his feet, and threw a few into the basin as soon as he stacked them.

Bai Zhun threw two more handfuls of tinfoil into the basin, and the flames burst into flames, and his thick black eyes reflected the color of fire.

It was cool at night, Huo Zhenye was afraid that he would freeze, so he searched the box to find a coat, which he bought specially for Bai Zhun, the material was soft and light, with a whole piece of fox fur on the collar.

Bai Zhun was originally feminine, but his expression was always distant, wrapped in a snow-white fur collar, he looked even more innocent.

He folded two ingots, thought of something, and smiled softly.

Huo Zhenye sat beside him with a small bench, stoked the fire for him with a bamboo stick, raised his head and asked him, "What? Did you think of anything funny?"

"A few old things." Bai Zhun replied reservedly, but looking at him, it seemed that he wanted to tell him.

Huo Zhenye immediately understood, and passed the steps to Bai Qiye: "I'll set up a stove and make hot chocolate for you to drink, and tell me while you drink."

"That's fine." Bai Zhun nodded.

Huo Zhenye made chocolate milk, served it with a few milky cookies and English muffins, and made a plate of small sandwiches, and whistled for the paper figurine to carry the table.

Bai Zhun was holding the hot chocolate, and the muffins had already been covered with cream jam and brought to his mouth. He opened his mouth to take a bite, and his eyes softened: "Mr. Hong is the one who fights for money."

Bai Zhun heard what his master said, that master likes to drink a few sips of wine, and after drinking, he likes to expose the old secrets of several sect masters.

Before Mr. Hong fought for gold, no one took this little junior seriously.A family of gold, also known as gold points, is divided among those who do this business.

and so on.

Mouth gold, bag gold, dumb gold, and edge gold.

The doorways inside are different, and Mr. Hong turned out to be playing with bag gold at a stall at the temple fair.

Huo Zhenye couldn't understand these Jianghu talk, but it was rare for him to hear Bai Zhun say so much, and he knew that he must also be sad in his heart, so he broke up like this.

This man has a very soft heart.

He made himself a pot of coffee, poured a little coffee at the bottom of the cup, filled it with milk, whipped cream, and poured chocolate sauce: "What is a bag of gold?"

Bai Zhun glanced at the coffee in Huo Zhenye's hand, he didn't want to drink this bitter thing, but this cup looked delicious, if he wanted to take a sip, both cups belonged to him.

"Just take a bamboo tube, put three sticks in it, and three colored bags outside, and the hexagram bases are in the bag." Choose a guest from the passers-by, and if the shrewd and shrewd ones come to ask about hexagrams, they say that there is no hexagram for you in the tube.

In the words of Master Bai Zhun, it is "select fat sheep for slaughter".

Fat Sheep shook out the hexagrams, and Mr. Hong said that there were his hexagrams in the three bags, and asked this person to write his name, life and family, and everyone present would be a witness.

Huo Zhenye understood it when he heard this, it must be playing tricks, write some formulas on the note in the color bag, and then fill in the name and family house with a pen.

In full view of the public, you need to be quick and don't panic.

"Mr. Hong fled into my master's paper-making shop just because he messed up the situation."

"What happened later?" Huo Zhenye was very flattering, he coaxed Bai Zhun to talk more, it would make him feel better.

"Later, my master tied a oriole for him."

As soon as the little squirrel heard it, it immediately flew down from the cage and stood on Huo Zhenye's arm with a high spirit.

"Mr. Hong changed his profession, from gold in the bag to gold in the mouth, and used the oriole to tell the divination." At that time, Mr. Hong was already thirty, and Bai Zhun's master was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Bai Zhun's master loves to play and talk about loyalty, and he has a lot of skills. The two of them got into trouble in the arena, and caused some troubles. Once, they gambled a lot of money and got cheated, and the eyes of the old master Hong were almost scalded. up.

"He said that if you are blind, you will have to steal money from now on, and the blind will tell your fortune."

Mr. Hong was a wanderer when he was young, and his wife and son abandoned him, but he didn't care. When he really got out, his son would have grown up long ago.

Growing up studying in a decent manner, there may always be a side of him like his own father, with a sharp tongue and a good ability to speak foreign languages.

Mr. Hong sent his son to study abroad.

He even has a great-grandson, and he doesn't want his disciples to avenge him because he doesn't want to harm his children and grandchildren.

"Grandpa Hong doesn't know how to count gold, how did he fight gold to become a sect master?"

Bai Zhun frowned, revealing a mischievous expression: "My master helped him." Unexpectedly, Mr. Hong, who is over fifty, really "knows the destiny" and knows everything.

As Bai Zhun talked, his hands kept on burning, and the ingots kept burning. Sparks flew out of the courtyard of Bai's house. While burning, he said, "Bring a few more to my master, I'm afraid he won't have enough money."

Huo Zhenye suddenly remembered that Bai Zhun's master even took the third son with him, and when he was young, he was afraid of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

Bai Zhun's body was warmed by the fire, and he drank the hot chocolate again. He felt waves of heat in his limbs and bones, and even his face was hot: "My senior brother, my senior brother said, he always came to Every casino looks for a master."

Bai Zhun threw away the last handful of gold ingots in his hand, he turned his face to look at Huo Zhenye: "What did you add to the chocolate?"

"Cream wine." Huo Zhenye hugged him up, his face was flushed, his phoenix eyes were slightly rippling, and he was almost drunk.

Bai Zhun lay down on the bed and touched the bamboo strips angrily. Huo Zhenye undressed him and let him lie down under the quilt.

The quilt cover and sheets are all newly made, made of the velvet that Bai Zhun likes, as soon as he lays in it, his anger dissipates, his cheeks are flushed, and his lips are watery: "You, bitch."

Huo Zhenye was startled, then laughed out loud, his chest couldn't help shaking, it was the first time he heard Bai Zhun scolding him like that, he looked a bit like Bai Xiaoqi in his dream.

After Bai Zhun finished cursing, he closed his eyes, and when he exhaled, there was a scent of butter.

Huo Zhenye tucked the quilt up for him, couldn't hold back for a while, bowed his head and kissed him, and he left as soon as he touched his lips, looked down at the unsatisfactory place, why did he get up after just one kiss.

Bai Zhun laughed with a "huh", he quietly opened one eye, staring at Huo Zhenye's embarrassment.

Huo Zhenye originally just thought about it a little bit, but when he saw it, he held on for an instant, Bai Zhun's dark eyes were dim, and the way he looked at him was quite seductive.

He hasn't slowed down yet, he can't be such a beast.

Huo Zhenye reached out his hand, wanting to touch his head and let him sleep well, but Bai Zhun had already closed his eyes, and he fell asleep after laughing.

With his hands frozen in mid-air, Huo Zhenye had nowhere to vent, so he had to go to the inner room to grind bamboo sticks, tie up some simple ones first, such as money trees, tie up the poles, and hang gold and silver on them.

The paper people didn't sleep at night, they watched Huo Zhenye tie the paper. Although they couldn't speak, they pointed and hated the uneven size of the copper coins.

"Why don't you come here?" Huo Zhenye is easy to bully, it's fine for Bai Zhun to bully him, but not for Bai Zhun's paper people.

He gestured with scissors.

The paper people shook their heads again and again, and shrank back to the wall one by one. No one dared to provoke Huo Zhenye again, and one of the paper people even reached out and nodded his eyes.

All the paper figurines remembered that if Mr. Huo was upset, he would poke the paper figurines' eyes!

When Bai Zhun woke up the next day, he didn't see Huo Zhenye. He sat up and asked the paper servant, "Where is he?"

The paper servant pointed to the direction of the inner room, and Bai Zhun rolled into the inner room in a wheelchair, passed through the main room and saw eight pots of money trees on the ground, and several paper figurines jumped out to gesture.

This is made by Mr. Huo, ugly.

Bai Zhun frowned: "Ugly? I think it's okay."

The paper people looked at the master. The master made the paper bundles carefully, and if there was any irregularity, he would burn them and make them again. He even praised Mr. Huo for these ugly trees.

Bai Zhun threw down a room full of paper figurines, and walked into the inner room. There were many polished bamboo strips tied on the ground. Huo Zhenye lay down on the table and fell asleep. He heard the movement and opened his eyes: "It's dawn?"

Bai Zhun pursed his lips and said "um", "What do you want to eat?" He still remembered that he didn't know what Huo Zhenye liked to eat.

Huo Zhenye stretched his waist, moved his shoulder blades, and after hearing the words, he began to care about what he was going to eat: "Anything can be eaten?"

"Yeah." Why did you say it in such a pleasant surprise, and didn't abuse him.

"you."

Bamboo sticks soared into the air, aiming at Huo Zhenye, and he immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Just kidding, just kidding, I want to eat shabu-shabu."

The shabu-shabu pot was delivered quickly, and the teahouse also sent dim sum and steamed dumplings.

When Huo Zhenye came out after taking a shower and shaved, he saw that the table was full of food, and there were a few birthday peach buns.

He saw the birthday peach bun and remembered that his birthday was over, and Bai Zhun was making it up for his birthday.

Bai Zhun pretended not to see the longevity peach bun, and when Huo Zhenye picked one up and deliberately held it up in front of him, he still said stiffly, "This is a gift from the teahouse, I didn't buy it on purpose."

"I know, it was a coincidence." After saying that, he ate the birthday peach bun. The jujube paste was really sweet.

If you miss your birthday, you can’t light your life incense. I don’t know how long his life incense will last, but Bai Zhun suddenly made a decision on something difficult to decide, so it doesn’t matter if he is greedy. good.

Bai Zhun took out a brocade bag and handed it to Huo Zhenye: "Don't say I'm stingy as a master."

Huo Zhenye put his face on his face, he must not laugh out loud, he was afraid that Bai Zhun would become angry from embarrassment, the two of them were obviously like this, and they were still masters and apprentices.

He took the brocade bag and opened it to see that there was a little paper doll inside.

It's only as long as a finger, which is exactly the same as his. He held it in his hand: "What is this?"

"Take it with you, don't take it off."

Of course, Bai Zhun gave it to him, even if it was a piece of paper, he took it with him carefully, not to mention that it is so delicate, I don't know how much effort he spent making it.

"I have something to give you too." Huo Zhenye went into the inner room and brought out a pot of flowers.

It was the pot of paper flowers that he had never finished.

"How is it?" Huo Zhenye presented it to Bai Zhun as if offering a treasure. He put a lot of effort into placing this thing in the pile of bonsai. Looking at it from a distance, he would definitely not be able to tell it was fake.

Bai Zhun sized him up critically, and made a stingy evaluation: "Ugly."

The paper people looked at their master in unison, Bai Zhun narrowed his eyes, and these paper people lowered their heads again.

The author has something to say: Bai Qi: I'm so ugly

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I won't write too much about war, after all, we step on the line, let's avoid this