Under Chen Guhong's concern and relief, Chen Xiuxiu's sleep improved, but not fundamentally. Fortunately, in August, a friend from afar came back and brought two paintings.
These two paintings depict two military generals, one with a leopard head around his head, a tiger-backed waist, holding a three-pointed two-edged gun, wearing a tiger-head double shoulder armor, golden boots, and a red embroidered robe.
The general stared at him like a white tiger killing a god, with a murderous aura.
A man with a slightly peaceful face, a slight smile, exuding a refined atmosphere, but wearing a golden armor and red robe, a unicorn carved on his helmet, golden boots on his feet, a sword on his chest, and piercing eyes, he is a Confucian general.
Zheng Chong's paintings are lifelike.
Moreover, Chen Guhong had a premonition of a faint demonic aura in the painting, as weak as a dying day, which failed to form and did not dissipate.
"His painting is really close to that level. I am not surprised that he can paint a painting of a demon at any time." Gao Zhuang was shocked when he saw it.
"He came from a poor family and was born weak. He made good paintings, but he didn't sell them for a living. He thought the paintings were gifts from friends, so he had a very strong backbone. Now that the paintings are formed, he is a first-class figure. Yes, a fairy in the world." Chen Guhong sighed, sincerely happy for his friend.
With a sigh, Chen Guhong hurriedly rolled up the two paintings and brought them to Chen Xiuxiu.
Chen Xiuxiu was lying on the couch, dozing off in a cool place in the courtyard, covered with a thin quilt. Yuanyuan was carefully lifting the quilt for Chen Xiuxiu, and when she saw Chen Guhong coming, she stretched out her index finger and made a small movement.
But she also felt sorry for Chen Xiuxiu, she just put Chen Xiuxiu to sleep, but she didn't want the young master to wake her up. But what surprised Yuanyuan was that Chen Guhong strode forward and said with a smile, "Sister, sister."
"Young master." Yuanyuan said angrily.
"It's okay." Chen Guhong smiled at Yuanyuan, and then came to the bed. Chen Xiuxiu slowly opened her eyes. It was a hazy mist. After a long time, she realized that it was Chen Guhong in front of her. She said weakly, "Guhong?"
"Sister, look, this is the general I invited from the Immortal Temple. If you have nothing to do, you can guard the house, and if you have something to ward off evil spirits, you will kill all thieves and robbers." Chen Guhong unfolded the two volumes as if offering a treasure. , said with a smile.
"Why does this painting look like a real person? It's so fierce!" Yuanyuan took a small step back when she saw the mighty general, her little face turned pale.
"If you are not fierce, how can you deter Xiaoxiao?" Chen Guhong said proudly.
And Chen Xiuxiu was also taken aback, and sat up from the couch all at once. She believed in gods the most in her life, prayed to gods and worshiped Buddha three-six-nine, and even put a lot of incense ashes from the temple of gods in her house.
But she believed everything Chen Guhong said, and the two paintings were lifelike and extremely powerful. She believed it to be true, and said happily: "It's really a good general, a good general, you can tell it's effective just by looking at it."
Then she folded her hands together and bowed, and said in confusion: "Little brother, I have visited many fairy temples. But the gods and generals enshrined are not as lifelike and impressive as these two pictures. Where did you get them?"
"The gift from a friend is the incarnation of a real god general, so it's so lifelike." Chen Guhong said nonsense.
"A wisp of incarnation?" Chen Xiuxiu was even more delighted. He took the scroll and walked out excitedly. His sickly body suddenly became much more energetic.
"Sister, why are you going?" Chen Guhong asked knowingly.
"Hang it up in the lobby to worship, and I'll go buy another incense burner. Offer it every day." Chen Xiuxiu said without thinking, and then shouted: "Yuanyuan, I don't want to help."
"Oh, here we come." Yuanyuan hurriedly responded and followed.
"I slept peacefully now." Chen Guhong smiled, feeling very relieved in his heart.
After standing there for a while, Chen Guhong went back to the room and took out Zheng Chong's letter to read. Because I felt sorry for my sister, I sent the painting first, and then read the letter.
I thought the letter was just an ordinary letter, just a trivial matter recently. But after reading it, Chen Guhong frowned.
The beginning of the letter is.
"My friend Ziyu, I haven't heard the news for a long time. After I got the letter, I feel very safe and happy."
After expressing a lot of joy, the effect is. "I expressed my concern about Chen Guhong's sister's illness, and expressed relief to Chen Guhong."
It was almost the same words, but one of them caught Chen Guhong's attention.
"Because of poor spirits recently, although I have tried my best to paint, the painting is still a bit rough. I wanted to concentrate on painting again, but in view of Lingjie's illness, I have the audacity to send it here."
I don't know if it's because of the painting's fascination or something, but when he read this sentence, Chen Guhong clearly felt a sense of lifelessness.
Chen Guhong thought of Zheng Chong, his family was poor, he wore patched clothes, his complexion was not very good, and he was taciturn by nature. In short, he looked poor, but he was not the kind of lifeless person.
How can a lifeless person make uncanny paintings
"I'm afraid something will change." Chen Guhong felt a little uneasy, because he was worried about his friend, he wished he could go to Yuan County immediately. But Chen Xiuxiu's situation worried him very much.
Then he thought, "Wait a few days to see the situation. If my sister's condition is relieved, I will go to Yuan County."
Thinking of this, Chen Guhong secretly became worried and waited and watched Chen Xiuxiu's condition. Those two paintings worked wonders. Chen Xiuxiu had a good night's sleep that night, and she was full of energy after a few days.
Chen Guhong was delighted to see him, and he also thought of Zheng Chong. But he didn't go out immediately, but called his friend Wang Songxian to discuss together.
"Is there something wrong with Zheng Chong?" Wang Song was startled first, and then said: "We Suihan four friends, although we get along for a short time, we have deep friendship and cannot be neglected. I will go too."
So Wang Song went home and prepared to go, Chen Guhong originally wanted to ride the carriage, so he went with Wang Song in the carriage. But was rejected by Wang Song.
"Now you and I are husbands, it's too shabby to ride in the same car, and your family is richer than mine. What's the point of rubbing against me?" With this sentence, Chen Guhong prepared the carriage by himself.
Fortunately, at the time of relocation, considering the travel problem, I bought a carriage, and there were also coachmen who were good at driving among the slaves. When going out, it is indispensable to have Yuanyuan to accompany her, but she still needs a follower.
Chen Guhong found a man among his slaves, Tie Zhu.
Tie Zhu used to be a slave of the Wu family. He used to be a farmer, and the farmer was a good hand. He is nine feet tall, his waist is three times the size of an ordinary person, and he weighs two hundred and fifteen kilograms. He is muscular and strong.
He has a face with Chinese characters, and he is naturally courageous. However, he is docile by nature, simple and honest, and his appearance looks a little soft.
All in all, this is an honest, kind, trustworthy, strong bodyguard who can support appearance.