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"I don't know..." Time is too long, Xie Yan only remembers that Ji Fengyan seems to have made a deal with himself with a certain memory, but that memory, if nothing else, should be wiped out by him with a tactic went.

Do you keep other people's memories in your body as a souvenir?

What's more, if I remember correctly, Ji Fengyan begged him to take it away at that time, so it must not be a pleasant memory.

Let him take it out now, where can he find it?

"In your sea of ​​consciousness." Jian Suyu reminded.

Xie Yan: "...you have changed."

Who can tell him what happened to Jian Suyu?Xie Yan was stunned to be able to do such a vain thing as peering at other people's sea of ​​knowledge.

It must be that his posture when he met Jian Suyu was not right.

Thinking of some of the ironic things he did when he was a child, which ones were black history, Xie Yan glanced at him worriedly.

However, the latter seemed to have never heard of it, just opened a pair of glazed eyes, and his faint gaze swept across the broken ice on Xie Yan's waist.

Forget it, blame him for never setting up defenses against Jian Suyu, Xie Yan thought it was unlucky.

Ji Fengyan's eyes lingered between the two of them for a moment, and finally turned to Xie Yan, hesitantly said: "My lord, we have discussed this matter before—"

"You, you?" Xie Yan looked suspiciously at the person and ghost in front of him, and said in surprise, "You just played me?"

So what did the two of them conspire behind his back and keep him in the dark?He was turning to Ji Fengyan, wanting to ask something, but Jian Suyu glanced at him and fell silent.

Jian Suyu has long been used to the nonsense of his wild thoughts, and unhurriedly took out a picture scroll and an exquisite small brocade box from Qiankun's bag, handed them to him, and calmly explained: "There are colored ink and silent paper."

According to legend, there was a talented painter in the previous dynasty, who was especially good at drawing people. Princes, nobles, and literati competed for collections, and Luoyang paper was expensive for a while.Because the characters in his works are so lifelike with every frown and frown, even fakes with similar techniques cannot imitate the full charm.In the face of many people seeking a teacher, the painter always excused that it was a dream work, and everyone at the time lamented the artist's extraordinary talent for painting in a dream.There were many people who asked for a teacher, so the painter had to give away his own painting paper and inkstone, which was passed down to later generations and became known as colored ink and silent paper.

As for whether the descendants who hold this ink paper have drawn paintings that surpass their predecessors, that is another story.

"Exactly, I came out of the palace." Ji Fengyan nodded, still worried in his eyes, "Now that your master's cultivation has not recovered, he can only do this."

"I, I don't know how to draw." Xie Yan laughed while holding the drawing paper and inkstone.He can eat, drink, have fun, and fight fiercely, but he knows nothing about poetry, song and painting, sorry.

Ji Fengyan looked at him strangely, and after a while, said with difficulty: "Colored ink is for eating."

Jian Suyu nodded calmly, teleported, and stood at the table, took out the ball-shaped ink ball from the brocade box, held it with two fingers, and handed it to Xie Yan's lips.

"Eat?" Xie Yan subconsciously leaned forward, with a little force, his lips touched Jian Suyu's cold fingertips, and felt the latter's hand shrink back, but he didn't take it seriously.

...It doesn't seem to have any special taste, but it's a bit like eating a mouthful of dry flour.

"Then the memory in the sea of ​​consciousness will be displayed on the silent paper?" Ji Fengyan's eyes fell on Jian Suyu.

When Xie Yan was about to ask what else he needed to do, Jian Suyu pressed a little spiritual power between his eyebrows and said, "There is me."

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Xie Yan obediently closed his eyes and fell into chaos.

There was nothingness in the sea of ​​consciousness, except for a bright light ahead, so Xie Yan couldn't help but move forward...

As soon as the white light passed, he was actually standing on a bustling street.After standing there for a long time amidst the cries, he realized that no one in the streets and alleys in front of him was more familiar than him.

Yecheng!

If this was Yecheng more than ten years ago, would he have had the chance to meet his uncle and aunt?

Suddenly there was a burst of joy in his heart, and he subconsciously stepped towards the direction of the National Teacher's Mansion.

There was a sudden tightening of his wrist, Xie Yan turned his head, and saw Jian Suyu appearing beside him at some point, but his calm words cruelly destroyed the joy in his heart.

Jian Suyu said: "You don't have to look forward to it, because this is someone else's memory."

There was a trace of bitterness on Xie Yan's face, but he still smiled and said, "I know."

So he let Jian Suyu pull him, and led him into the bustling Goulan compound full of flowers and flowers in front of him without looking away.

Out of the corner of Xie Yan's eyes, he saw several gilt characters printed on the lacquered red plaque above: Baihualou.

Baihualou?Xie Yan has the impression that he was burned to ashes by someone, and the casualties were heavy. As for the follow-up, no one has heard of it.

When the figure of a girl appeared in sight, Xie Yan felt that he could not help but fly towards the girl.

After his eyes were clear, Xie Yan looked at his shrunken hands, and saw his face through the reflection of the water droplets on the palms.

It turned out to be Ji Fengyan from memory.

However, Jian Suyu was nowhere to be seen. As soon as doubts arose in his heart, he heard a familiar voice whispering in his ears: "I am here."

Xie Yan nodded habitually, and then realized that the other party probably couldn't see it.

Before she had time to think about it, Mammy Hua's big and exquisite mouth kept chanting: "What kind of fate is it? Can you count the gold for me? Can Luanli ghosts and gods bring me money? Can't? Can't Don’t let me go to work! A few days ago, there was an old bald donkey who said that there was a bloody disaster in Baihualou, bah, bah, bah! Let my old lady see you lazy and talk about it, so I won’t lick your mouths!"

"I don't believe in chaotic power ghosts and gods." Having a headache from the yelling all the way, he muttered a few words in a low voice, and wiped his wet hands on the coarse cloth clothes a few times.

Sure enough, the priest came again.

Cold comes and summer goes, ever since Ji Fengyan could remember, the Taoist man in green shirt always appeared on the opposite side of the street rain or shine, his blue figure was as thin as a willow branch swaying in the wind.He always opened his dark and lifeless eyes, looking at her from time to time, looking in the direction of Baihualou.Maybe it's not necessarily looking at her, but every time she raises her head inadvertently, she can always catch the opposite gaze.

Wen Run is like a fine emerald.

But isn't the priest's eyes blind?she thought quietly.

Being stared at by people all the time, even if it is a blind person, after a long time, it is inevitable that some creeps will arise.

But the Taoist didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, he would smile a little when he felt her eyes, and sometimes he would say softly, "Feng Li, if you want, come with me."

The voice is also gentle and gentle, but the words are very strange, so every time Ji Fengyan always ignores him, turns around and leaves.So many times, I even forgot to ask why the other party knew her name.

Maybe she didn't know, but whenever the Taoist said that, her Gujing Wubo's eyes became brighter, and for the first time there were a few traces of hope and excitement.

However, she heard from her mother that these Taoist priests are always supernatural and put on airs.

"If you're lucky, you can bluff a few fools, and it's not just for the money!" Sister Hua snorted, and twisted into the Baihua Building step by step while helping her middle-aged fat waist. "What kind of broken flower, you have planted it for five years and it hasn't bloomed, so you still don't give up?"

But he doesn't seem to be putting on airs, at least he knows his name...

Of course not, silly girl, this Taoist priest must have practiced for many years with the soft rainbow light around his body, and in time, it would be no problem to attain Taoism and immortality.Xie Yan sighed inwardly.

Feng Yan swallowed his words back, hastily poured a few spoonfuls of water on his small flowerpot, and followed quickly, with a low-browed look.

"Men, approaching women is just for two things." Madam Hua lazily caressed Danko's painted fingers, squinting at her gradually growing side face, "It's either money or sex, don't see through it all Righteousness, human looks like a dog, who knows if it is a wolf in human skin when you take off your clothes! Think about your mother, what kind of alliance and vows are unswerving, but in the end it is just full of nonsense, every time it happens, how many men are good thing?"

Maybe the Taoist priest heard her name from someone... Fengyi lowered her head, and the ripples that the Taoist priest had inadvertently stirred up in her heart finally calmed down.

Mammy Hua probably poked at her sadness, so she softened her tone: "You, don't be like your mother, just listen to what Mammy says, and when you earn enough money, Mammy will be a matchmaker to find you I will marry an honest family, so that you will not continue to be displaced after a hundred years."

Will gold ever earn enough?She was slandering in her heart, but her face was calm.

"As for now, be quick with your hands and feet, work hard, go, and send the freshly picked flower petals this morning to Miss Fufeng, be careful, there are still dews on them."

Fufeng... Fengyan clenched his hand for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "...Yes."

The four beauties of Yecheng are full of wind, flowers, snow and moon, and the city is full of beauty with a smile.

The names of the four beauties in Yecheng are so famous, Xie Yan seems to have met three of them, but the oiran of Baihualou - Fufeng is the first of the four beauties, so many dignitaries spend a lot of money just to see her, Xie Yan thinks There is no such honor.Since the Baihualou fire, she has been missing, and when people mentioned her later, they just lamented the sadness of the beauty's fragrance disappearing and the beautiful talk of "hairpin flowers with wine" left behind by her.

Not knowing how this legendary beauty was born, Xie Yan raised his spirits.

Under the thoughts of Madam Hua, Fengyi always felt that there were no monsters and ghosts in the world, until she saw Fufeng holding a round fan for the first time and smiling at her shallowly, with a pair of autumn water cut pupils, The tails of the eyes are curved, as if they can hook people's souls away.

Charming and almost demon.

But such a lovely person would smile at Yan Yan to everyone, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, but she was the only exception.

"You bastard, why are you still polluting people's eyes out of thin air?" Seeing her, Fufeng was really furious, and he raised his hand and knocked over the flower basket in Fengyan's hand.

In March of Yangchun, it was obviously a warmer day, but Feng Hao, who was drenched by the rain of petals, felt a chill and couldn't help shivering.

Probably the dew on the petals is too heavy.She thought innocently and aggrievedly.

"Get out! The next time I see you, I'll gouge out your eyes!" Fufeng said viciously, his beautiful face distorted into a terrifying way.

Xie Yan, who had witnessed the whole process, couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to the little girl, and couldn't even look down on Fufeng's pretty face.

"Oh, my aunt, don't be as knowledgeable as this little bastard." Madam Hua came late, shaking the small round fan with one hand and patting Fufeng's shoulder with the other, coaxing, "It's such a big move!" It’s easy to hurt yourself with anger.”

Turning his head, he saw Feng Li still sticking to the spot, and said impatiently, "Aren't you going to chop firewood in the backyard? Waiting for dinner with the stick?"

Feng Hao nodded in a panic, buried his head and ran out.

After running far away, she heard Nanny Hua telling Fufeng to calm down, waiting to see the general at night.

"I think she hates me." When Feng Yan said this, he hugged his legs, but his eyes were calm.

The blind Taoist priest beside her didn't seem to be able to comfort others, and silently stuffed a small piece of peach blossom cake in her hand.

The peach blossom cake at the corner of the West Street is fresh and soft, and it melts in the mouth. It is wrapped in oiled paper and exudes a faint fragrance.

"I heard that my mother robbed her old friend before, and then that person became my father and then married someone else. My mother died in depression. She couldn't swallow this breath, so she vented all her anger on me who was just born, haha , just like a story in a storybook I read before." Feng Yan smiled rarely.

"If you're not happy, don't force yourself to smile." The blind Taoist patted her head distressedly, and the warmth of his palm went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"So do you want me to go with you again? The recruiter is a wife and a concubine. When my father was poor and white, he also let my mother go with him, but when he is prosperous, he will marry someone else with a big sedan chair." Falling in love with such a hard-working person, I don't hate Fufeng at all, and even feel a little pity for her." Fengyan suddenly sprang up like an angry little hedgehog, and threw all the osmanthus cake crumbs that were crushed due to excitement with his backhand. On the Taoist priest's blue shirt. "What Madam Hua said is right, men are not good things."

Xie Yan: "..."

"I won't go with you." Ji Fengyan didn't know how many times he refused. "Neither a relative nor a teacher, nor a teacher nor a friend, why should you abandon the present and go bet on the unknown with a stranger?"

The dull Taoist opened his mouth, his delicate and handsome face was full of bewilderment, but he didn't say any excuses.

Lifting up the sleeves, there are mottled new wounds and old wounds on her arms, all of which are shocking, but she doesn't care about it, holding a heavy ax with one hand and picking up a thick round wooden stake with the other, even if the abrupt wooden thorns grind her to tears All fell down.

"I'm going to keep growing my flowers—"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there was no one beside him, except for a small piece of peach blossom cake wrapped in clean oil paper, which exuded a faint fragrance.

And all the round firewood in front of him had already been chopped and neatly arranged into a small hill.

Finally unable to bear the grievance in his heart, Dou Da's tears could not stop leaking from his fingers.

No one is nice to her, and no one wants to listen to her.

I'm afraid she is too lacking in love and care, even the occasional overtures from strangers can win her heartfelt words.

And this Taoist priest broke into her gloomy life inexplicably, and promised to lead her out of the mud again and again, which made her sink, and made her uncontrollably... afraid.

Fear is just a big dream.