She leaned over to stare carefully, but she didn't smell any ghostly aura, not even a fairy aura. Just fell asleep so inexplicably? She scratched her head and looked around the room, but there was nothing strange about it. After struggling for midnight, she left. After going out the gate, touching his chin, he went to the house where Aunt Qin, Yunxiang Zhang, Yuaner's mother, Songsan's wife, and Laojiao's father live, without exception, they all looked like they were sleeping, without any abnormality.
Returning to the inn full of doubts, seeing that the light in the scholar’s room was still on, the spoon went in, looked at the scholar who was holding a book, frowned slightly, as if the etiquette was wrong, backed out again, and knocked on the door, “I’m coming in.” ".
"...Come in." Then the scholar saw that she was still entering through the door...he secretly smiled bitterly, and asked, "Did you visit He's house at night?"
Spoon sat opposite the round table, took the teapot and poured water, and sighed: "Yeah, but there was no progress at all. I also went to see a few other households who were suffering from sleeping sickness, and I didn't find any ghosts or ghosts. Don't you think it's weird."
The scholar smiled: "If you find out what happened to the few of them before they fell asleep, you will always find something in common. If you touch that common point, you will understand."
The spoon suddenly realized: "You are still smart."
The scholar sighed: "You obviously call me a stupid scholar every day."
Shaozi said generously, "Then I will call you a smart scholar tomorrow."
The scholar laughed uncontrollably: "It's fine anyway. It's late at night, go back to sleep."
"Well, stupid book..." Shaozi paused, and said happily, "The shopkeeper also goes to bed early."
The scholar looked at the spoon with a smile, like the blue lotus after the rain without any blemishes. In a blink of an eye, she had already left with light steps, and the wind brought by her swift steps fluttered her sleeves, making him pause for a long time. After she left, he sprinkled the tea she had just drank on the table lightly, raised his finger and pressed it in the pool of tea, and slowly collected it.
The tea flowed down with his fingers, and before it reached the table, there was still a puddle of water, but it was broken in one place and could not continue to follow the path of his fingers. The scholar did not give up trying to guide the canal, but he still couldn't let the water continue to flow. It took a long time before he put away his hands and wiped off the water on the table.
It was obviously something that she could easily solve, but she still had to let her resolve it by herself.
Although unwilling, but only in this way can he return to the spirit.
Before dawn, Shaozi went out to inquire. It will be a busy market, but there are already many people shopping for vegetables. I asked the neighbors of a few people suffering from sleeping sickness, but I heard where they went, what they ate, or what gods and priests they worshiped, and they all inquired.
As soon as the scholar opened the door of the inn, he saw the sugar painting old man sitting on the side of the inn again, without shouting, as if quietly waiting for someone to come over. He took a closer look, as if he was an ordinary person, no wonder the spoon couldn't find it. After a while, I saw Shao Shao in pink and white clothes running back from the wide and long street, just like a pearl and beautiful jade, with thin beads of sweat on his forehead, his pretty face was flushed, under the soft light of the morning sun, he was so delicate and charming, he was so beautiful. Covering your nose and tilting your head, do you want to be so exciting early in the morning
Before the spoon ran fast, it almost landed on him, grabbed his hands, looked solemn, and frowned: "The shopkeeper, come in with me, something serious has happened."
She grabbed the scholar's hand in a panic. Although she squeezed her wrist tightly with great strength, the scholar didn't feel any pain in her delicate grip. Pulled into the cash drawer nervously by her, she squatted down forcibly, her bright eyes were full of mystery, and she whispered: "It's terrible, I inquired and inquired, and found that they have two things in common."
The scholar was intoxicated by her soft hands, and his expression was slightly dazed: "Say it."
"The first is that they all said they wanted to die, but either they didn't die or they didn't act. Like Yuan'er's mother, her husband was a gambler and alcoholic, and he often beat her. Yuan'erniang committed suicide by throwing herself into the river last month. He was rescued. There was also Mr. He, who had been ill for many years. Later, Mrs. He died of illness. He felt that he had caused her to get sick, and he felt very guilty. He was afraid that his only daughter would also get sick, so he sent him to the villa. They were all in a trance, worried about their daughter, and were not living happily."
The scholar nodded: "What about the second one?"
Shaozi said with a bitter face: "The second is that before they fell asleep, without exception, they all walked through the road in front of our door. And the distance is basically around us. When I asked around, I found that they looked at me. The eyes were very strange, and then they all moved away from me... and said... There are monsters in our inn, and it is because of the monsters that they suffer from sleeping sickness." She said angrily, "Where are there monsters in our inn, I am so mad!"
The scholar blinked: "There are indeed many monsters in our inn."
The spoon also blinked, and after thinking about it, it seemed right, then shook his head firmly for a moment: "We won't harm people."
The scholar smiled: "The time, when did it start?"
Spoon withdrew his hand and rubbed his chin: "Well, it seems that it happened for the first time a month ago, and then one after another..." Speaking of this, his brows tightened again, "It seems that after we got back from the Phoenix colorful feathers, shouldn't it be Is it Phoenix who came to take revenge on Zhuangyuan Town?"
"The phoenix thinks very highly of itself, and would never step into the human world. Moreover, the colorful feathers can be recreated, so even if it really comes for revenge, it won't wait so long."
The spoon shook: "That's right, if they made a move, the whole town would have been razed to the ground long ago."
She couldn't figure it out and stood up, looking at the street paved with Qingshi Road, it seemed that she had to narrow down the area further. I was fascinated by watching, when I saw a child running happily with a sugar painting in his hand, a burst of sweetness floated in, refreshing, it would be great if it was always so happy, and then the inn also kept...
She snapped back to her senses, frowned even tighter, and walked around the cash drawer to go out. She thought of You Si Yu, when Monk Yu appeared, the whole town was like a cage of darkness, luring out the darkest side of everyone's heart. Even now, when I smell the sweetness, I always think "it would be great if I could...", it's almost a tempting feeling to be in the mirror.
She stroked her chin and walked out.
A customer just walked in front of the sugar painting old man's stall. Shao Shao stepped forward and leaned over to turn the painting: "Grandpa, I want a sugar painting."
After finishing speaking, the index finger turned, and the pointer turned like a whirlpool, and slowly stopped on a carriage. As always, the old man calmly and skillfully picked up the small spoon and watered it into a painting. Spoon paid for it, took it back to the inn, and looked at it for a while but didn't see anything. I took a bite and slowly melted in my mouth, nothing strange about it. Seeing the scholar watching, he stretched out his hand: "Hey."
The scholar lowered his head, his teeth moved up and down, and the candy fell into his mouth: "Sweet."
Eating candy with a spoon is so sweet that it enters the bottom of my heart.
When the two of you finish eating one bite at a time, the spoon will feel so sweet that it's too sweet, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Did she guess wrong? The old man really didn't look different, so she must have guessed wrong, right
Going to bed at night, Spoon lay on the bed and summed up today's investigation, and fell asleep before several clues were linked together.
"Yuaner, his mother, the amount of salt in the dish is just right, it's delicious."
The spoon shook his head, where did the laughter come from, Yuan'er his mother? Isn't that the sleeping aunt? Is that man Yuan Er's father who is a drunkard, gambler and beater? She rubbed her eyes, did she overthink and dream about them
The small courtyard in front of me was clean and tidy, and the three of them were sitting at the table with big fish and meat on it. That man didn't look like a half-drinker. He served his wife with food and coaxed his son to eat. He was clearly a good husband.
The spoon sighed lightly, it would be fine if this wasn't a dream. As soon as she finished her sigh, she saw that the dream changed abruptly, and she arrived at another big mansion. When she saw the terrain, she almost jumped up. This could not be the He Mansion that owed a large sum of money. There are many servants standing around the yard, all of them with amiable smiles, and looking at the people enjoying the moon and eating snacks in the yard, besides Mr. He, there is also a little girl. What is even more amazing is that the deceased Mrs. He also exist.
She frowned and stared, blinking slightly, it was another blue sky, and the big house was no longer in front of her eyes, but... Tongfu Inn.
She froze for a moment, and when she saw the people inside, she became even more dazed, and subconsciously took a step forward: "Grandpa..."
The old shopkeeper was writing notes. Hearing this voice, he looked up at her and smiled amiably: "I'm back, go in and wash your hands, it's time to eat."
Shaobao's eyes got wet, he just moved his feet, then stopped again, shaking his head: "Grandpa has already returned to his hometown, aren't you..."
The vicissitudes of life gradually sounded in my ears: "Yes and no, what does it matter, what you want most, isn't it like this?"
The spoon was in a trance for a moment, and the old shopkeeper smiled again: "What are you waiting for, everyone is waiting for you inside. How can you guard the inn if you don't have enough to eat?"
"Guard... the inn..."
The spoon looked inside, Xinniang Hulu and the others were all sitting there, scrambling to eat, their laughter fluttering into their ears. Someone pushed his body lightly, and a charming voice sounded in his ear: "Go, go in quickly."
In fact, this is not a dream... Even if it is really a dream, it doesn't matter, you can stay in this inn with grandpa and everyone.
He just took two steps, but felt that there was a person missing inside. She stared intently, unable to remember who it was, but there was indeed one missing.
A very, very important person. The spoon stagnates, and after looking at it for a long time, my heart is empty, it is missing... the scholar is not here...
The scholar who was idle but always by the side at critical moments was not there.