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Chapter 16 Red clothes beat maple skin as white as snow
Chapter 16 Red clothes beat maple skin as white as snow
Xie Lian was stunned on the spot. Seeing that the young man was tall and slender, he was helping him carry a large bag of junk, and he carried it so calmly that he directly taught him to repeat his sins and sins in his heart. Saburo took a few steps and had already walked out. Thanks to the pity to catch up, he suddenly remembered that the old man who was driving the car was still lying in the car, and when he turned back, he stretched out his hand a little, woke him up, and told him what happened tonight. Don't say it. The old man saw his ability on the way, and said that he dared to have two, nodded again and again, and dragged Lao Huang to go home quickly.
The only thing left on the scooter was a roll of mats, Xie Lian carried it on his back, and then looked back, Saburo had already carried the large bag of messy things with one hand, and walked up the hillside leisurely.
Arriving in front of the crooked Bodhisattva Temple, Saburo lowered his head and smiled, as if he saw something interesting. Xie Lian approached and found that he was looking at the sign of the dilapidated house asking for donations. He coughed lightly and said, "Look, that's it. That's why I just said that you may not be used to it."
Saburo said: "It's good."
In the past, it was Xie Lian who said "it's okay" to others. Today is the first time I heard someone say that to him. It's really hard to describe how it feels. The original wooden door of the Bodhisattva Temple had long since decayed. Xie Lian dismantled it and replaced it with a curtain. He stepped forward and lifted it up, saying, "Come in." Saburo followed behind him and went in.
The furnishings in this cabin are clear at a glance. There is only a rectangular table, two small wooden stools, a small futon, and a merit box. Xie Lian took the things from Saburo's hand, put the fortune-tellers, incense burners, paper and pens that he bought back on the table, and lit a red candle that was easily stuffed when he was collecting the rags, and the room suddenly became brighter. Saburo picked up the lottery tube, shook it, put it down, and said, "So, is there a bed?"
Xie pity turned around and silently put down the roll of mats on his back and handed it to him.
Saburo raised an eyebrow and said, "Is there only one?"
Xie Lian met this young man on the way back from town, so naturally he didn't expect to buy one more in advance. He said, "If you don't mind, we can squeeze it tonight."
Saburo said: "Also."
Xie Lian took the broom and swept the ground again. Saburo looked around in the observation and said, "Brother, is there something missing in your observation?"
After Xie Lian finished sweeping the ground, he was squatting on the ground and laying a mat. Hearing this, he said while laying: "I think, apart from believers, there should be nothing less."
Saburo also squatted down, resting his chin in one hand, and asked, "Where's the statue?"
After being reminded by him, Xie Lian suddenly remembered that he actually forgot the most important thing - the idol!
If there is no god statue, what kind of view is it? Although his deity is here, he cannot be allowed to sit on the altar by himself every day.
After thinking for a while, Xie Lian found a solution and said: "I just bought a pen and paper, I will draw a portrait and hang it tomorrow."
Hanging a portrait of myself in my own view, if this matter spreads to the heaven, it is estimated that it will be laughed at for another ten years. However, carving a statue is both costly and time-consuming. In contrast, Xie Lian chose to be laughed at for ten years. Guess what, Saburo said: "Drawing? I can. Do you want to help?"
Xie Lian was stunned and said with a smile: "Then thank you first. However, I'm afraid you won't be able to draw a portrait of Prince Xianle." After all, almost all of his portraits were burnt eight hundred years ago. How much has survived now, I am afraid not many people have seen it. Saburo said: "Of course. I will. We were in the car just now, weren't we talking about the Prince?"
Thanks for remembering. Indeed, just now, he said, "You probably haven't heard of it", but Saburo didn't answer. It's a little surprising to hear him say that now. He laid the mat, straightened up, and said, "Could it be that Saburo do you really know him?"
Saburo sat on the mat and said, "I know."
The expression and tone of this young man's speech are very interesting. He is always smiling, but it's really hard to tell whether his smile is sincere or if he's mocking the other party. Xie Lian listened to him all the way, and was quite interested in his evaluation. He also sat down beside him and said, "Then, what do you think about this Prince Xianle, Saburo?"
The two looked at each other under the lamp, and the red candle light trembled slightly. Saburo carried the candlelight on his back, his black eyes sank in the shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.
After a while, he said: "I think Jun Wu must hate him very much."
Xie Lian didn't expect such an answer, stunned, and said, "Why do you think so?"
Saburo said: "Otherwise, why would you demote him twice?"
Hearing this, Xie Lian smiled and thought: "It's really a child's idea."
He lowered his head, slowly unbuttoning his belt, and said, "This has nothing to do with whether you hate it or not. There are many things in the world that cannot be explained simply by hating and liking."
Saburo said: "Oh."
Xie pity turned around, removed the white boots, and said: "Besides, if you do something wrong, you should be punished. The emperor has only done his duty twice."
Saburo was noncommittal and said, "Maybe."
Xie Lian took off his coat, folded it and prepared to put it on the offering table, and wanted to say a little more, but when he turned around, he saw Saburo's eyes condensed on his feet.
Those eyes are very strange, they say they are cold, but they feel hot and stinging; they say they are hot, but they have a faint coldness. Xie pity looked down, and his heart became clear. What the young man was looking at was a black curse on his right ankle.
The first shackle was tightly looped between the necks, and the second shackle was tightly bound to the ankles. These two shackles, no matter which one is locked in place, and cannot be blocked. In the past, if someone else asked, Xie Lian would usually answer casually that it was needed for practice, but if this Saburo asked, it would not be so perfunctory.
However, Saburo just stared at his ankle for a while and didn't say much. Xie Lian was not tangled here, and lay down. The young man also lay down obediently beside him, lying with his clothes on. He was probably not used to taking off his clothes on the ground and sleeping. Thanks for his pity, he still had to get a bed and said, "Let's rest."
With a light blow, the red candle goes out.
The next morning, Xie Lian opened his eyes, and Saburo was not lying next to him. When he looked up, he was shocked. Above the offering table, there is actually a picture hanging.
This portrait depicts a man dressed in Chinese clothes and wearing a golden mask, holding a sword in one hand and a flower in the other. Excellent pen power, excellent color.
It is a "Xianle Prince Yueshen Picture".
Xie Lian hadn't seen this painting for many years. He stared at it for a while, then got up after a while, put on his clothes, and raised the curtain. Saburo was just outside the house, leaning in the shadows, playing with a broom in his hand while looking at the sky boredly.
This young man seemed to really dislike sunlight. He looked up at the sky with an air, as if he was thinking about how to pull the sun down and smash it into pieces. There was a pile of fallen leaves outside the door, all swept and piled in one place. Xie Lian went out and said, "How well did you rest last night?"
Saburo was still leaning against the wall, turned his head, and said, "Not bad."
Xie Lian walked over, took the broom in his hand, and said, "Sanlang, did you draw the portrait in Guanli?"
Saburo said: "Well."
Thanks for the pity: "The painting is really good."
Saburo's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak. I don't know if it was because he slept in a random night, his hair was more crooked today, loose and loose, very casual, but in fact, it was also very good-looking, casual and not messy, rather playful. Xie pity pointed to his hair and said, "Do you want me to help you?"
Saburo nodded and went in with Xie Lian. And when he sat down, Xie Lian untied his hair, held the black hair in his hand, and quietly scrutinized it.
Even if the palm prints and fingerprints are perfect, there will always be a loophole in the monsters. The hair of a living person is innumerable, and one by one, it is very fine and clear. And many fake skin bags forged by ghosts, their hair is either a black cloud, or sticks into a large piece, like a piece of cloth, or... just pretends to be a bald head.
After confirming the palm prints and fingerprints last night, Xie Lian had already let go of his vigilance, but the portrait he saw this morning made him slightly suspicious.
It's not because the painting is bad, but because the painting is too good, he finds it strange.
However, he gently rubbed his fingers in Saburo's haircut, and slowly probed, the young man's black hair grew smoothly, and there was nothing abnormal. After a long while, I wonder if it tickles him or not, Saburo smiled, turned his head slightly, squinted at him, and said, "Brother, are you helping me with my hair, or are you thinking of doing something else? Woolen cloth?"
His long hair was loose, and his handsomeness was undiminished, but he was a little more evil for no reason. Asking such a question seems to be teasing, thank you and smile: "Okay." This quickly helped him tie his hair.
Who knows, after finishing, Saburo glanced at the water basin on the side, turned around, and raised his eyebrows at Xie Lian. Xie Lian took a look, coughed again, and rubbed his brows.
This hair was crooked when it was tied earlier, but it is still crooked when it is tied now.
Although Saburo didn't say anything, he just looked at him like this, but Xie Lian felt that he had not been so embarrassed for at least hundreds of years. He put down his hand and wanted to say that you come over and we will come again. It was noisy, human voices and footsteps were everywhere, and a few shouts came: "Daxian!!!"
When Xie Lian heard this, he was taken aback. He rushed out to take a look and saw a large circle of people blocking the door. All of them were excited and flushed. The head of the village headed up and grabbed his hand, saying: : "Da Xian! There is a living fairy in our village, it's really good!!!"
Thanks: "???"
And the rest of the villagers have already surrounded them: "Da Xian, welcome to our Bodhisattva Village and settle down!"
"Daxian! Can you bless me to get my daughter-in-law?!"
"Daxian! Can you bless the one in my family to have a baby soon?!"
"Daxian! I have fresh bodhisattva here! Do you want to eat bodhi?!"
The villagers were too enthusiastic, and Xie Lian was besieged and retreated again and again, complaining in his heart.Last night, the old man was a big mouth. He clearly told him not to say it. This morning, it spread all over the village immediately!
The author has something to say: there will be monsters coming soon, and then they can live together while collecting junk and fighting monsters (go!