Seeking HE in the BE world

The bamboo hat was taken off by a pair of slender hands, and the slender fingers pinched the black hat very beautifully.

But the eyes of the people around him had no time to pay attention to his hands, they were all attracted by the face under the bamboo hat.

I saw that the man had a clear outline, and his forehead was covered with messy hair, revealing sharp eyebrows and eyes.

It was Wen Zigui.

"Wen Zigui, being an emperor is easy enough for you," Feng Yu recognized him without looking at his face, and said with a gloomy face, "Why do you run around every day? Aren't you afraid of being usurped?"

The eyes of the surroundings seemed to fall here, and even the voice of the shopkeeper at the counter who settled the accounts stopped turning the abacus in his hand.

Wen Zigui got up, with a slender figure, with the unique frailty of a teenager, he came to Lin Jinian's table, sat down and said: "Master."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Jinian didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that the noise around him seemed to quiet down for a while, and then recovered instantly.

Not quite right.

He frowned, looked around for a few times on the faces of the people around him, and seeing that there was no difference, he said in a low voice: "Why did I come here?"

Wen Zigui's eyes lit up for a moment, he thought for a while, and said half-truthfully, "Disciple, I'm worried about Master, so I'll follow you to have a look."

Lin Jinian glanced at him, saw that his expression was calm and his tone was serious, and he asked again: "You already know what happened here?"

Wen Zigui nodded, "I know a thing or two."

Feng Yu snorted coldly, and said mockingly: "He is just a little earlier than us, what can he know?"

Qian Ling tilted his head and said: "But, brother, there are three of us, and there is only one junior brother, so we must be traveling faster than us."

Wen Zigui laughed, nodded and said, "That's true."

Feng Yu was almost killed by Qian Ling's anger, he really wanted to pry open his clever little head and see what was inside.

"Shut up," he gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

Lin Jinian frowned slightly, coughed heavily, and the disciples obediently shut their mouths before they calmed down.

The continuous sound of bowls and chopsticks touching each other continued.

Wen Zigui turned his face slightly, and said: "If Master wants to know what happened in this county, please follow me first."

"What did you bring me here for?" Lin Jinian asked.

The sky darkened.

The street market did not leave, and lanterns were hung on both sides, as bright as day, and there were twice as many people as before.

Little Qianling had stayed on the mountain for many years, and had never seen such a bustling market. His eyesight was not good enough.

Feng Yu's hand held him tightly, fearing that he, a foolish junior brother, would lose it accidentally.

Wen Zigui raised a finger, put it on his lips, and blinked mischievously, "Master, follow me."

The more you walk into the street, the more people want you.

Lin Jinian actually doesn't like crowded places, he frowned unconsciously, only feeling that the people around him rubbed his shoulders and crowded around.

He wanted to be more irritable.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the crowd, and the moment the fingertips touched, everything around seemed to be still.

Wen Zigui was dressed in black, turned his head in the crowd, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Master, follow me closely."

Lin Jinian stared blankly into his eyes.

The scene in front of me blurred a bit.

The black clothes turned into white clothes, the tall man held his hand in the crowd, turned his head halfway, and said: "Hold tight, if you get lost, the candied haws will be gone."

It's just that there is a layer of mist in front of his eyes, so he can't see his face clearly.

He watched his hand shrink a circle, reached out to grab the man's sleeve, and did not let go.

Caught.

"Master? Master?"

Amid Wen Zigui's shout, Lin Jinian came back to his senses, he closed his eyes halfway to cover the rest of the emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Wen Zigui and Lin Jinian finally stopped in front of a shadow play booth.

Only then did they realize that two people seemed to be missing.

Feng Yu and Qian Ling who had been following behind disappeared.

Wen Zigui said: "I'll go look for them again."

Lin Jinian raised his head, stopped him, and only said: "It's nothing, they can't find anyone, so they will naturally go back to the inn."

Wen Zigui stopped.

The shadow play is an old man who looks like 40 years old.

He was dressed in rough linen clothes, which had been torn but not mended.

He held two shadow puppets in his withered hands, one was a twenty-eight-year-old girl, and the other looked like a rich man.

The girl is plainly dressed, she should be a girl from an ordinary family.

The rich boy was designed to be a potbellied buffoon.

Lin Jinian turned his head and asked, "What kind of play is he acting in? Why haven't I seen it before?"

It stands to reason that generally shadow puppets evolved from historical events or folk tales.

Lin Jinian had studied the aspect deeply, but he didn't see what he was acting.

Wen Zigui kept staring at Lin Jinian, seeing that he was puzzled and just about to answer, but a man beside him rushed to answer.

The man said, "I guess you are from outside."

Wen Zigui crossed his arms, stared at the man with his black eyes, his long eyelashes shone coldly, and gave an extremely unfriendly "hmm".

Lin Jinian glanced at Wen Zigui, not understanding what was wrong with this ancestor, he said to the man, "Yes, we are not locals, we have something to do here today, and we don't know much about the affairs of this county."

The man looked at the two of them from head to toe again: "I just saw it, how can such a character be born in our small broken county."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the shadow puppet show and said, "This play is about his daughter."

Lin Jinian was slightly surprised: "Girl? Then, isn't his girl already..."

died.

Few dramatize living people.

The man nodded. He looked at Lin Ji Nian and said, "Yes, I've been dead for three years."

Lin Jinian said in a deep voice, "So, that kid from a rich family is..."

The murderer of his daughter.

The man said: "Well, he is the son of the local county magistrate."

The old man of the shadow play is surnamed Zhang, and the local people call him shadow puppet Zhang.

Despite the ugly appearance of the shadow puppet Zhang, his daughter is indeed very beautiful. One day, she came to the market to pack things for her father, but unexpectedly happened to run into the son of the county magistrate who was full of lust.

The people can't beat the officials, the shadow puppet Zhang was beaten to death, and her daughter was dragged away in broad daylight and in full view of the public.

"What happened in the end?"

"Shadow Puppet Zhang's daughter was insulted and rumors spread, and she jumped into the Wujiang River depressed."

"So the Phoenix sand table changed because of this reason?"

Feng Yu frowned and talked to Lin Ji Nian, but his eyes were fixed on Qian Ling at the door.

I saw Qian Ling holding candied haws in his hands, chewing his mouth full.

Lin Jinian followed Feng Yu's gaze and twitched his brows. He said, "Not necessarily, wait a few more days to observe."

Wen Zigui chatted with the shopkeeper for a few minutes, then walked over.

Lin Jinian asked, "How is it? The room has been reserved."

"No," Wen Zigui said calmly, "It's all booked, there's not even a single room left."

Although what he said was too straightforward, but seeing his expression, Lin Jinian inexplicably remembered the modern day scumbag who lied to little girls to open a house.

Lin Jinian tried his best to control his expression, not to let himself laugh out loud.

He said calmly and intentionally: "Then what should we do, we should not change one."

"It's fine," Wen Zigui said, "Anyway, the next one is not far away, and I can arrive at midnight at most. My chest injury should be replaced with gauze on the way, and the blood should stop bleeding, so I won't be able to scare others."

Lin Jinian: "..."

It's pretty ruthless.

Then he would be a little unreasonable to let him change the inn now.

Feng Yu was on the side, and said mercilessly: "Turning such a big turn, and talking about it so badly, it's not because I want Master to feel sorry for you."

When Wen Zigui first arrived at Qingmosan Mountain, Feng Yu also really liked this little junior brother.But later, the master loved this little apprentice more and more, and Feng Yu's liking gradually changed.

He refused to admit that he would be jealous of Wen Zigui.

Wen Zigui looked at him with a half-smile, and replied: "Yes, can't you?"

Normal people would have to deny it, but Wen Zigui was different, so he just admitted it.

Very confidently admitted.

The angry Feng Yu held his breath in his chest, unable to get up or down.

After talking like this, Qian Ling swallowed the last candied haws, and he wiped off the residue from the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't make a noise, let the younger brother sleep with me."

Wen Zigui's expression froze, he never expected Qian Ling to slant a bar.

His mind turned quickly, thinking of countermeasures, but Feng Yu suddenly said loudly: "Idiot, you forgot, we booked a room together."

"what."

It was only then that Qian Ling remembered that Feng Yu was afraid that he would run away, so the two booked a room together.

to monitor him.

"Ah," Qian Ling finally remembered, and said with a worried face, "Then what should we do?"

Wen Zigui also imitated Qian Ling, and said anxiously: "Ah. Yes, what should I do then?"

It was late and there was a dead silence.

On the first floor of the inn, apart from the shopkeeper in front of the counter, there are just sleepy boys.

In this quiet space, Lin Jinian suddenly looked back and said, "He will sleep with me tonight."

Feng Yu: "...Master, no! He treats you, but..."

Qian Ling opened his mouth wide enough to put an egg in.

Lin Jinian stepped up the stairs with his hands behind his back, and said beyond doubt: "That's it."

After a while, he looked at Wen Zigui again: "Not yet."