To rent? ?
What a lousy idea, you can't think of it. He obviously disagreed.
When this man was unhappy, he hung on his face, swooning coldly. The dwarf was a little stunned by the cold, and said embarrassingly, "Isn't that bad?"
"Where's the good?" Wen Shi said.
A question mark slowly appeared above the dwarf's head.
Wen Shi stood opposite him for a while, and finally realized that the clever Shen Qiao was no longer there.
In the past, he just thought about it in his heart, and the other party could understand what he meant, and he was used to saying a word and never said two, but now he can't. He had to say what was on his mind.
So he said, "Do you know what we do? You hire two ordinary tenants, and when you look back, you see something screaming that the whole district can hear. Are you scaring them or who?"
Shorty: "I'm sorry."
This man is out of his mind, and he apologizes very quickly. His face thawed a bit when he smelled it, and he was about to stop when he saw the other party add a dejected sentence: "The rent is really good after the main estimate, and the two rooms can be more than 7,000."
When smelling: "… "
His concept of price was still in 1995, and he was silent for two seconds when he heard the number, then turned his head and walked away.
The dwarf followed in fear and sincerity. Seeing that he was about to enter the gate of the villa, he couldn't help but ask, "That... so what do you mean?"
Wen Shi didn't look back: "When I didn't say it."
Just call it, it's none of his business to scare whoever you like to scare.
He was tall and had long legs and walked fast, but when he reached the door of the villa, he stopped again.
Seeing that he didn't come in, the dwarf was about to ask "what's the matter" when he suddenly remembered what his grandfather Shen Qiao said—
He said that judges are essentially human. In life, it is difficult to maintain a clean body, and if you are not careful, it will get dirty. In ancient times, judges actually had a lot of rules, and they even paid attention to entering other people's houses. The rudimentary, when entering a place where there is a master, will ask for a ticket to show solemnity, and it can also distinguish it from those evil spirits.
When the dead invite them in, they have to burn silver foil with their names on them. Living people are not that troublesome, just invite them verbally.
But almost no one is so particular now, and the rules have long been abolished.
The dwarf felt that Smushi had a temper and was not easy to get along with for a second. At this moment, I saw him holding the silver-white umbrella rib and waiting coldly at the bottom of the steps, and I felt that the person who was offered by grandfather was really different.
"Come in." The dwarf tried, "Is it okay to say that?"
Wen Shi was struggling in his heart, thinking about how to teach him, he was stunned when he heard this, then he lowered his eyes and closed his umbrella, and lifted his feet up the steps.
"Have you never been here?"
"No." Wen Shi walked into the living room and scanned around.
Every time he dies and comes out of Wuxiangmen, he will grow from a child to a young man in a very short period of time, and he will not change after that, and he will look like this when he dies. So he took Shen Qiao to many places, changing every ten or twenty years. In 1995, they were still in Xi'an. They just planned to move to Ningzhou next year, but they couldn't wait until they left.
There were very few guests in the villa who came to offer their condolences.
The portrait of Shen Qiao is placed in the middle of the living room, with yellow and white runes hanging high on both sides. As long as someone bows their heads, the two people sitting on the chairs in the east and west halls will sing the name of the person, and then the suona, gongs and drums will play a section.
In addition, there are not many things in the living room, and those spiritual things are scattered. Anyone who understands will know this place is exceptionally... poor as soon as they come in.
On the south-facing wall, there is a long picture, occupying almost the whole wall. It is a picture of words—that is, the words are embedded in the picture. People who don’t understand can only understand the picture. Complete name list.
Starting from the ancestors, who has been passed down, and which branches and factions have been divided, are all on it. Anyone who does this will have such a picture at home.
When I smelled it, I saw my name, followed by my apprentice, then my apprentice's apprentice... All the way to Shenqiao, a line full of red pens, representing the deceased.
"It took me six years to understand this picture." Shorty said aggrievedly.
Wen Shixin said that he was stupid enough, no wonder my line has not been passed down to death.
His eyes fell behind Shen Qiao's name, and he knocked on the spot with a frown: "Why is there so much dirty ink?"
The dwarf blushed, and he stammered and said, "I used to be ignorant. Seeing that there was no name on it, I added it."
It was only later that he learned that the painting was alive, and it was useless to repair it, it was just a smudge.
When I smelled it, I stared at that place for a long time, and then I recognized the name of the dog crawling—Xiaqiao.
He suspected that Shen Qiao accepted this talented apprentice because of his similar name, and was blinded by fate.
There is an incense table beside the famous book painting, on which there is a portrait of a green face with fangs and a red flower and a willow green. The person in the painting is holding a handful of white plum branches, which does not match the yaksha-like appearance, and it looks nondescript.
On the side of the painting are three thin and vigorous characters—not even dust.
"Grandpa's name is quite special." Shorty Xiaqiao said.
"This is his official family name." Wen Shi said, "People who are half-perfected have this kind of thing."
"What about his real name?"
Wen Shi looked at the painting, and after a while, he lowered his eyes and smoked three sticks of incense, and bowed three times and said, "Who knows."
"Why do they worship that?" A hoarse voice suddenly interjected.
When I smelled it, I put the incense on it, and when I turned around, I saw a 14- or 15-year-old boy standing not far away, pointing to the portrait of the patriarch and asking the middle-aged woman beside him, "Didn't you say you can't worship? If you worship, you'll have to die—"
Before he could finish speaking, the unlucky child was silenced by the middle-aged woman. She hissed and scolded in a low voice, "How do I usually tell you? I don't know what to say!"
She glared at her eyes, and the last words squeezed out between her lips and teeth, very frightening.
After speaking, she raised her head and smiled apologetically. She didn't know whether to say to Xiaqiao or to the portrait: "I'm sorry, the child is ignorant, and the words are not true."
"Oh, it's okay." Xia Qiao waved his hand quickly.
It's okay shit.
He wanted to talk when he heard it, but seeing Xia Qiao's cowardly attitude, he felt that he was not speculative, so he was too lazy to speak.
After the woman pressed her son, she hurriedly paid her respects in front of Shenqiao's portrait, and the drummer next to her sang: "Zhang Biling is from the Xu family of Zhangmen."
"This name sounds familiar." Xia Qiao murmured in a low voice, turned his head and swept towards the famous family tree, and indeed found this Zhang Biling, her line was above this one when she heard it.
"Wen... that." Xia Qiao wanted to call Wen Shi, but didn't know what to call him. Let's call him brother, he and Shen Qiao's seniority is messed up, let's not call him brother... Could it be called grandpa? ?
"I don't have a name?" Wen Shi looked at him coldly.
"Don't dare to call." Xia Qiao stared at an honest look, and whispered a question that he had been thinking about for a long time, "This family tree map is alive, sometimes it changes, and the names below will go to the top, but This line of our family has been firmly at the bottom, is it because of long experience?"
When smelling: "… "
He glanced at Xia Qiao with the eyes of the mentally retarded, and said, "Don't look at qualifications, look at the living descendants on each line."
Xia Qiao: "And then what?"
Wen Shi: "Whoever is more powerful has a higher position."
Xiaqiao: "The bottom one..."
He looked at Wen Shi's dying eyes, silently shut his mouth, and understood - this spectrum is like a leaderboard. Hearing this line, since Shen Qiao took him, it was destined to sink to the bottom, and it has been sinking for many years.
No wonder there have been fewer and fewer people in contact with the Shen family over the years, and even fewer came to offer condolences, and there were more ordinary neighbors. Zhang Biling was the first one on this map.
When Xia Qiao secretly glanced at the smell, he felt a little guilty and a little depressed.
I don't know where the name Wen Shi was in the painting before, and I don't know if the other party wanted to hammer him to death when he saw his current position
When I smelled it, I wanted to hammer this useless thing to death. But more than that, he wanted to take a good bath and eat something.
"Where is the bathroom?" He patted Xiaqiao and said, "Lend me a set of clean clothes."
"Oh, there's one in the room, I'll get it for you."
Wen Shi followed behind Xia Qiao, and when he walked to the bedroom corridor, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It's been a long time since he had this experience, as if something were staring straight at him.
He looked back.
The field of vision in the aisle is very narrow, only the open door of the other bedroom and the shadow of the people in the living room cast obliquely on the ground.
"Smell..." Xia Qiao's voice came from the master bedroom, he struggled for a while, and said as if giving up: "Forget it, I'll call you Brother Wen. Offend me, I didn't mean to mess with the generations."
He gave a few bows to the sky cowardly, and handed over a set of clean clothes.
Only then did he look away from the shadow when he smelled it, took the clothes and walked into the bathroom, then leaned against the door frame and began to wait.
Xia Qiao wanted to go back to the living room, but seeing his appearance, he suddenly hesitated: "You... didn't you take a shower?"
"Um."
"Then... what are you looking at me for?"
"Wait for the water, wait for the basin, wait for the towel."
"???"
The 18-year-old Xia Qiao and Wen Shi stared at each other, and after a while, they suddenly realized that there was a generation gap between them called 1995.
"Wait a minute, I'll prepare the water for you." Xia Qiao rolled into the bathroom and prepared hot water for the master.
Wen Shi was still leaning against the door, and his eyes fell on the floor tiles diagonally in front of him.
He watched for a while, then suddenly closed his eyelids.
When an ordinary person closes his eyes, it is always dark, but he is not, and he sees even more things when he closes his eyes than when he opens his eyes.
"Brother Wen?" Xia Qiao suddenly patted him from behind, "Are you sleepy?"
When I smelled it, I opened my eyes and looked back at the somewhat complicated shower room. After the water was put on for a while, the heat was already pouring out.
"No, I'm taking a shower, you can go."
Xia Qiao told him what was on the shelf, then grabbed the phone and walked out.
Wen Shi stared at the bright white screen, heard it vibrate one after another, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Oh." Xia Qiao said while typing quickly, "Didn't I say that the two rooms are out? A tenant just contacted me to see the room, and I was telling him the specific situation."
"… "
There was suspicion in Wen Shi's eyes: "Can you get in touch with one?"
Xia Qiao raised his head, his expression more suspicious than his: "... Ang. No, can't you?"
"Okay." Wen Shi regained his indifference, and said casually, "I have the impression that contacts don't need this."
Xiaqiao: "Then what?"
When I smelled it, I thought about it and said, "BP machine."
Xia Qiao: "..."
He once swore to Shen Qiao that the generation gap would not be a problem, and he would step over it and make Wen Gebin feel at home. But now he suddenly realizes how big the ditch is, and his hip hurts.
He thought about it, put the screen in front of Wen Shi, and let the uncle who died in 1995 see the results directly.
At that time, the intermediary just sent a sentence, saying: Mr. Xie said that he is free tomorrow night. Do you think it is convenient for you