While netizens were skillfully dancing wildly, Lan He was still a guest at Dou's house.
When Mr. Dou saw Lan He, he was very enthusiastic, "My grandson is here."
Song Futan: ... What about me
The other old men thought that Mr. Dou was calling Song Futan. Some of them had seen Lan He last time, and they were very welcome, and whispered to each other that this was the master of the family.
It's just that as soon as Lan He approached, the birds that were all chirping gradually stopped, and even Alaska whimpered and lay on the ground honestly.
"Ouch, why doesn't this call?" An uncle stood up and teased the bird, not this one, but all the birds stopped calling, as if the mute button was pressed at the same time.
-Although the birds may not necessarily see Hu Qijiu, the animals are very keen, just like those pigeons are also afraid of Hu Qijiu and Lan He, so are the sparrows, they don't even dare to chirp.
Hu Qijiu hugged his arms, looked contemptuous, and said lightly, "If I don't open my mouth first in the spring, which bird would dare to make a sound!!"
Lan He pretended to stretch and slapped her on the back.
Hu Qijiu planted forward, "Oh, I'll go!"
She glanced at Lan He resentfully, why didn't she let her finish this wave.
Hu Qijiu pursed his lips and made a series of gentle bird calls. The birds in the cage heard them. Then Hu Qijiu adjusted the bird, jumped up to a high place and started singing again. The other birds followed one by one. superior.
"Just now, I seemed to hear a series of bird calls..." An uncle looked around. "Then, these birds followed."
It is said that the elderly and children are easy to see ghosts. Although he could not see Hu Qijiu, he could faintly hear Hu Qijiu's cry.
But no one else heard it. They only said that they had heard it wrong. In this whole hutong, who has raised birds, can Mr. Dou still know.
"Maybe he's welcoming Xiaolan." Mr. Dou said proudly, "See, this is Xiaolan, my family's bird has lived with him for a while, it's a mouthful, absolutely."
During this period of time, he can be said to be dazzling all over the capital, relying on this spirit bird to become the most beautiful old man in the capital, and no one who supports his family has him in the limelight.
The old man who met for the first time said sourly: "Isn't it true that I have been training for two years..."
There are also those who are faintly pointed, "I said that I have never heard of such an expert. Can you tell me, my child, why there are always noises in my house. You have lived with an expert for so long, so you should know a little bit. ."
Lan He glanced at Hu Qijiu.
Hu Qijiu leaned on his ear and said a few words.
Lan He said to the old man, "Master, it should be because your bird is a broken mouth, and a songbird also depends on its qualifications to become a talent. Some birds naturally like to babble."
Old man: "..."
Everyone else laughed.
"I've wanted to say it for a long time, no matter how much your mouth is pressed, it's just a broken mouth."
"It's a talent."
The old man was puffed up, but because Lan He was right, he had nothing to say. Bird raising is just like this, and there is no seniority or inferiority, so he speaks in terms of birds.
With Hu Qijiu, an expert, Lan He could finally answer the question, which made Mr. Dou feel very proud, raised his chin high, and after bidding farewell to his old friends, he pushed Song Futan away: "Rang Rang. Come, Xiaolan, drink jasmine tea."
His tone was as if his brother had an ice-cold Coke.
Song Futan: "..."
The mainstream tea in Beijing is jasmine tea. Mr. Dou brews white dragon balls. There are a dozen or twenty in the enamel cup. The tea leaves spread out in the clear tea soup, exuding a quiet and elegant aroma.
Lan He was pressed on the bamboo chair, drinking tea with an enamel cup, and Mr. Dou sent Song Futan to cook, "I picked some toon, you make a toon scrambled egg, and then burn an eggplant, and the rest you See for yourself."
Song Futan: "...Okay."
He is completely out of position. It is estimated that if he hadn't been with Lan He, his grandfather would have found a chance to get online with Lan He, so that he could recognize the master as the big brother.
Lan He was a little nervous at first, but Mr. Dou didn't mention anything about him and Song Futan at all, just chatting about birds and his own life, as if he was really so close to Lan He only because of raising birds.
Lan He also relaxed for a while, and taught Mr. Dou to use his mobile phone. He said that the font size of the mobile phone was not large enough to read the news clearly, so Lan He adjusted it to the maximum for him.
"Okay, I can see clearly now." Mr. Dou used it quite skillfully, but he was habitually clicking several times when he clicked, and he often nodded to other pages.
The word was huge, and Lan He saw the news at a glance: Netizens claimed to have photographed dragons in Beijing.
"Did you take a picture of a dragon again?" Mr. Dou clicked in and complained, "Every two years someone said that a dragon was taken, but the quality of the picture is always blurry."
Lan He couldn't help laughing, it was true.
Even so, the public's enthusiasm for hunting dragons is still undiminished. Every time a new material is photographed, it can still be discussed for a long time.
"I see... Recently, the netizen @TotaTianwang claimed to have photographed dragons appearing in Beijing. @TotaTianwang is a dragon culture lover. He believes that dragons do exist in the world. According to netizens, the world should only be There are three dragons, one of which is located in the North China area, but it is not the well-known evil dragon suppressed under the Beixin Bridge, but there are other dragons - in fact, he thinks that there is no real dragon under the Beixin Bridge." Mr. Dou read, Of course, when he read @, he read ah circle.
When I clicked on the video again, I saw that it was the capital of the thunderstorm. In the dark cloud layer, a piece was circled in red, and the sign indicated that this was a swimming dragon.
"Dragon, what a dragon, it's not a cloud." And the pixels were still so bad, Mr. Dou scolded and quit the video.
Lan He was surprised, "No, what happened to the evil dragon in Beixin Bridge?"
He knew Beixinqiao and had been there before, but what was the evil dragon.
"It's an old story in the capital. In the past, it was said that there were four dragons in the capital, one under the Gaoliang Bridge, a dragon girl under the Black Dragon Pool by Tanzhe Temple, one under the Beihai, and one under the Beixin Bridge. It is said that the Ming Dynasty During the Qing Dynasty, there was an evil dragon at work. Some people said that Liu Bowen and Yao Guangxiao locked it in the lock dragon well, which is the sea eye, and some people said that Liu Yongguan entered it in the Qing Dynasty. But the common point is that after the dragon was suppressed, he said I can't stay out forever. The person who detained him said, when the new bridge here becomes the old bridge, you can come out, and then when you turn around, people renamed this bridge 'Beixin Bridge', it has always been the new bridge, the dragon will never come out.
"There is also a big iron chain in the lock dragon well. It is said that during the war, the devils moved the iron chain, but it was endless, but it couldn't be pulled to the end, and the stench of black water began to flow out, so scared that they dared not pull it."
Mr. Dou told the story in a eloquent way, and recalled: "I saw it when I was a child. At that time, the well was covered by a big stone, and it seemed to be buried later. When Line 5 was built more than ten years ago, it was still The route was changed for an ancient well, and it was said that it was the lock dragon well.
"This guy who shoots dragons doesn't have very good pixels, but he said that the well is not a real dragon, and I agree with it. Although I can't confirm it now, I heard from experts when I was young that he was fortune-telling, and he worked from top to bottom. , Gan is a dragon, the hexagram is a lid that covers the well, suppressing water damage to prosper the government and economy, but there is a middle-empty phase, so the dragon is a fake, it refers to Feng Shui, or the shape of a dragon."
Hu Qijiu curled his lips, "It's fake, I was born when this well was repaired. Below that is the former metal pot, which quenched the groundwater, the pot of the same generation and the engravings buried under the Longfu Temple in the past. A pair of stone tortoises with the characters of gold and longevity, etc., those old towns have been updated long ago. As for whether there is a dragon-like existence in North China... Hehe, there are many opinions in the door, I think even if there were before, It's gone now."
There were many monsters in the capital, but even Hu Qijiu couldn't tell if there were dragons.
Lan He was fascinated. As Grandma Wang San said, this is the era when ghosts and gods are resting.
Song Futan had already cooked the dishes and brought them out. In addition to the toon scrambled eggs and garlic eggplant, he also made a braised pork ribs, with a strong fragrance and a slightly charred meat that was soft and tender.
Mr. Dou just ate a big bowl of white rice, and he also cared about Lan He, "Xiao Lan only eats one bowl, when I was your age, I had to eat three bowls at a time!"
Lan He: "Well... I'm about to join the group, it doesn't taste too much."
"Just let Fu Tan make you fatter!" Old Man Dou made Lan He smile, so he had to add half a bowl of rice.
Turning his head, he met Song Qiyun who called him via video call to say hello.
Song Qiyun also didn't know about Lan He and Song Futan, and Mr. Dou didn't know about it. He just thought they were having a good time and said hello.
Mr. Dou said, "I heard that you are fast-forwarding to the group, right?"
Song Qiyun: "Yes, Dad, what's wrong?"
Mr. Dou: "Then I tell you one thing, you turn around and make Lan He thinner. I want him to eat more."
Song Qiyun: "???"
Mr. Dou was thinking about what to do if the audience didn't like it when he wrote that he was fat, and the young man looked at his face, so he should change his way.
He stared at Song Qiyun, Song Qiyun shouted: "I'm not a photographer, and a photographer is not a magician either..." Halfway through the shouting, seeing the eyes of Mr. Dou, he said weakly, "Okay, let me communicate with photography and lighting, try my best to ."
After eating, Mr. Dou had to personally take them to the entrance of the alley, just in time to catch up with a neighbor who came back. The neighbor's old lady was wearing improved Chinese-style clothes with two fronts, her hair was gray, and she looked very stylish.
Mr. Dou whispered to Lan He, "That's a fragrant head, you know it's the top fairy?"
Lan He: "...I heard of it."
Mr. Dou was quite gossipy: "She didn't live here. The little old woman was very arrogant. From her husband to her son, she relied on her. When they first moved in, all the believers came to make incense, and they made more than 70,000 in a day!"
Lan He: "Wow."
Although it is the era of ghosts, gods and wizards, but in this "no wizard" era, if the wizards in this "no wizard" era are mixed in their own circles and have established authority, they can still make a lot of money.
It's just not as good as it used to be. For example, there used to be a saying in the capital, that a monk in Beijing is an official who goes abroad. Officials come out of Beijing with prestige, but in the capital, monks are very powerful.
At that time in the entire capital, there were more than 2,000 temples and Taoist temples on the list. The monks communicated with the powerful and the palace was respected. The imperial court also allocated money to the temple every year.
The belief in the Four Gates was also very popular at that time, and even in Zijin City, it was worshipped. If the eunuch wants to enter the hall where no one lives, he will shout "Open the hall", so as not to collide with the temple god. Until now, it has become a museum, and the older generation of staff have maintained this habit.
Of course, this is too far away. Right now, when Xiangtou came to the front, he greeted Mr. Dou.
Xiangtou picked up the fruit and touched a peach to Lan He.
Lan He was stunned for a moment. What does this mean to himself instead of his neighbor, Mr. Dou? He hesitated and said, "Thank you, you're welcome, no need..."
Mr. Dou was also surprised. His neighbor had moved in, but he didn't take the initiative to make friends.
Xiangtou waved his hand and said, "I respect your identity, and we are in the same family."
Lan He's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at each other with bated breath. Hu Qijiu and Bai Wuke are well hidden. Could it be that this is an expert, like the Fufu Mage, who sees through his identity at once, then what does he mean when he says it, and wants to recognize his relatives
Mr. Dou also looked at Lan He strangely...
Xiangtou smiled slightly and said, "I know you are the tourism promotion ambassador of Miaogan Mountain Scenic Area, and I am a believer there."
Lan He: "..."
Others, foxes, hedgehogs: "..."
I went, almost forgot, that's right, Miaogan Mountain Scenic Area wholesaled a publicity ambassador for him before.
Lan He took the peach: "Really... Haha, thank you."
"It's been hard work." Xiangtou said, pacing with a fairy-like pace, floating away.
Mr. Dou was speechless and babbled, thinking what to say.
After saying goodbye to Mr. Dou, Lan He let out a sigh of relief after he left, "It startled me, I thought he was a tall man... Is there any use for the tourism promotion ambassador of Miaogan Mountain Scenic Spot?"
Song Futan thought for a moment, "After all, the incense of Miaogan Mountain now relies on tourists a lot, so the tourism promotion ambassadors actually play a bigger role in driving the incense heads, and it is normal to show affection to you."
Lan He: "..."
... Okay, it's just that the incense heads of the four major sects also know him now
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Song Qiyun's side has completed the casting work one after another, and Lan He has also started to pack up and prepare to join the group. "Ghost Interest" will take about three months to shoot, and among them, she has to travel to other places to shoot.
Lan He ordered gold and silver foil for folding ingots from the Internet and was going to bring it to the crew.
Ying Shao was also picking up the courier downstairs. Lan He was holding a box of gold and silver foil. She saw him first and was about to say hello when someone came up to him and said to Ying Shao, "Hello, I live on the third floor, and I'm a seller. Coffin, has been following you..."
Courier:"???"
Lan He also wanted to laugh. He probably understood it, but it was interesting to see the courier's confused look.
Ying Shao was also speechless: "Don't talk like I'm dying every day."
"Ahaha no, I'm just being humorous," said the man on the third floor, "and I really want to ask you if you want it. My quality is very high, except for the wreath and shroud..."
It was only at this time that Ying Shao saw Lan He holding the box, and the smile in his eyes, and said sweaty: "Thank you, no need, I have a fixed business partner."
Neighbors on the third floor were particularly disappointed. It is said that he is also a scumbag and earns dead money, but without that ability, he really wants to cooperate with Mr. Ying Shao, and the customized goods sold can be much more expensive.
Ying Shao fled to the elevator, saw Lan He coming over, and wanted to give the elevator to him, Lan He signaled not to use it, went in and said, "Hello, I'm a seller of Ming coins, I've been following you for a long time..."
Ying Shao: "..."
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't play with me."
Lan He smiled, "Business is good? Don't be so frightened, I'll go to the crew in two days."
When the elevator arrived, Lan He just opened the door when his phone rang. It was a video call from Chen Xingyang. He answered, "Hi."
I thought to myself, why did Chen Xingyang call? He should be recording a show recently.
"Morning. Hey, let me ask you, is your neighbor... Master, at home?" Chen Xingyang asked impatiently.
"Yes, I just met him." Lan He said.
"Let me introduce you, I have something I want to ask him." Ying Shao's fame is getting bigger and bigger, and Chen Xingyang knows him and Lan He's neighbor.
"Okay." Lan He gestured, and Song Futan helped him go to the next door and called Ying Shao.
When Chen Xingyang heard that Song Futan was also there, he clicked his tongue.
Lan He asked him, "What's the matter with you? Do you want to raise a kid?"
Chen Xingyang: "..."
Chen Xingyang: "Then it would be better for me to ask you to learn how to raise Gu!"
Lan He smiled.
Chen Xingyang hesitated for a moment, then said: "Forget it, I still won't tell you about this kind of thing, protect the last atheist in my circle!"
Lan He: "..."
Ying Shao has entered the door carefully, "Master, what's the matter?"
Chen Xingyang wondered: "Why does he call you Master?"
Ying Shao's face turned pale, he didn't know Lan He was in the video, and thought that it would be miserable to expose the old master's vest.
Fortunately, Lan He was calmer than he thought, and said without hesitation, "It's that grandpa. He lost the game of cards, and he wants to call me grandpa for a day."
Ying Shao: "..."
"Oh." Chen Xingyang had no doubts at all, he knew that Lan He was the king of gambling, "Well, sir, I want to ask something... Can you interpret dreams?"
"I understand a little." Ying Shao looked at Lan He and said cautiously.
Chen Xingyang was very fond of him for a while. He knew some of these gentlemen, and they were just bluffing. It seemed that the Jade Emperor was their relatives. Unlike this gentleman, there were many.
Song Futan was no longer interested in this kind of thing. It was none of his business, so he went to the single sofa in the living room and sat down to use the computer to change the script. Lan He wanted to see what happened to Chen Xingyang, after all, he was his friend.
"Just talk like that." Lan He said, "I'll keep an eye on you so that you won't be cheated of money."
Ying Shao: "..."
Chen Xingyang laughed, although Lan He didn't believe in evil, but this tone was obviously joking, "Okay, in fact, I've been dreaming a lot recently, every other day, I dreamed that I was wearing a Tang suit, sometimes a suit, with bright red hanging on it. There is a bridge outside the three-storey mansion. A girl with an umbrella will walk across the bridge. Sometimes she wears a wedding dress and sometimes a Chinese dress. Every time the girl looks different, and then someone talks about it Whatever, I will hold hands with the bride, tie a red thread to the church, and send me a marriage certificate. Anyway, I often marry different people in my dreams, and I sometimes wonder if this is not a bigamy. Of course, in I woke up before the bridal chamber! The ceremony was very long and tiring!"
Chen Xingyang was not married, and he didn't have a girlfriend at present. When Lan He heard it, he felt that he was thinking about it every day and dreaming at night. But if this is the case, Chen Xingyang should not seek Yingshao.
Sure enough, Chen Xingyang went on to say that because he always had this dream, he felt very tired after waking up, and felt strange, and then in the dream, he tried to observe some details.
"When I was crossing the bridge, I listened carefully, and finally I heard clearly. The voice seemed to say: The Yin-Yang Bridge is long and wide, and a pair of Yin-Yang and Li-Yang..." Chen Xingyang swallowed, "I was at that time. In the dream, I felt a little cold, and I entered the villa ignorantly, so I went up to the third floor to look out, and found that there were cemeteries all around, and the marriage place written on the marriage book was still a certain cemetery!"
Later, Chen Xingyang woke up frightened. He always felt that something was wrong, and he secretly went to the cemetery mentioned in the dream to see it.
"What did you see?" Ying Shao asked.
Lan He also stared at him.
Chen Xingyang's expression was very complicated, mixed with fear: "It just looks the same as in the dream, but this is the first time I went there! What's even more frightening is that I saw some unscrupulous vendors over there, actually selling stars in the underworld. The marriage certificate, I also saw mine, with my photo and name printed on it, and you can fill in and paste the photo on the other side, and then burn it. This marriage certificate is exactly the same as what I saw in my dream.”
Lan He was also a little hairy, "Then other stars, wouldn't they be having this dream too?"
Chen Xingyang said quietly: "I want to ask you too, the hawker told me that you are the number one in the sales list recently..."
Lan He: "..."
Song Futan, who thought it was none of his business: "???"
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