The scholar said that it was two hours, and the person who was close to it was Confucius, Mencius and Zengzhu. He was dizzy and sleepy when he heard the ink burning, but he had to make a look of deep interest, which was also hard work.
For pretending to listen to lectures, Mo Ran has quite a set.
At first, he said "Oh?", frowning, seeming puzzled and suspicious.
After waiting for the other party to talk for a while, he said "Oh..." again, raising his eyebrows a little, as if he was slightly enlightened, and gradually understood.
In the end, remember to keep your eyes wide open, with a burning gaze, and an "Oh~" sound is essential. All you need is to let the speaker understand that after his teaching, you are stunned and enlightened.
Three "oh", he didn't use it less in Chu nightning class.
It's a pity that Chu nightning didn't eat this set, and always looked at him coldly and told him to shut up.
But where has the little bookworm been treated with such courtesy, when it comes to the back, his eyes glow, and he is excited.
"I understand." Mo Ran said with a smile, "After listening to you, and then look at this landscape map, I know that Danqing is precious, and thousands of dollars are not exchanged."
If the little bookworm was still alive, his face would be red and his ears would be red, but now, apart from his blushing, his excitement was not bad. is light.
The ink burned for the first time to see the ghosts so happy.
Almost there, he got up, saluted the other party, and said, "It's not early, I'll go around and find a place to stay. If you are free tomorrow, sir, I'll look for you again."
The scholar was suddenly called Mr., and he was even more overjoyed, half-frightened and half-bliss: "No, no, sir, I don't dare to be a good teacher. I have taken the exam many times, and I can't even get into a scholar. I... ah..."
The ink burned and said with a smile: "The level of character and learning is not in Lilu's fame, but in the heart."
The scholar was greatly surprised: "You, you can say such a thing?"
"This is what my master said, it's just picking up people's teeth."
Scholar: "... Picking up people's teeth and wisdom."
"Really? Hahahaha." Mo Ran smiled and scratched his head, "I remember wrong again."
The scholar saw that it was not early, and that no one would come to ask about paintings today, so he packed up his baskets and cassocks and said, "I have nothing to do on the left and right, and it is rare to meet someone who can talk. Although the friendship between gentlemen is like water, but also pay attention to it. When you meet a confidant, a thousand cups are few, I think…”
Seeing that he started to slip away his schoolbag again, Mo Ran smiled and cut off his words, saying: "Do you want to say, I don't think it's early, why don't we find a place to have a drink?"
"Ah, yes, yes, have a drink, okay?"
"Okay." Mo Ran nodded, "Mr. pay."
Scholar: "..."
On the greasy little table was a plate of peanuts, a dozen or so pieces, and two small glasses of wine, half full. There was only one candle lit in the restaurant, burning shabbyly, and the boss of the sharp-mouthed monkey was wiping a broken bowl behind the cabinet.
"The place is a bit broken." The scholar looked a little uneasy, "But I haven't received any paper money. I've been to only a few stores, and this one is decent..."
"It's good." Mo Ran picked up the wine cup and took a closer look. "The ghost still eats?"
"It's all fake. It's like offering sacrifices." The scholar took a sip of the peanuts, but the peanuts didn't disappear. He said, "Look, it's like this. Have a taste."
The ink burned calmly and put down the wine cup. He is not a dead person, and eating food will reveal flaws.
After the scholar's wine was over thirty, the mood of depression seemed to be better. After chatting with Mo Ran for a while, he asked: "Mr. Mo asked Xiaosheng to help draw a character before, is he the one he likes?"
The ink burned and waved his hand: "No, it's my master."
"Ah." The scholar was stunned, "I have set up a stall in the underworld for many years. I have seen people who want to come to Someiren, but I have never seen someone who wants me to paint Shizun. Your Shizun treats you well?"
Mo Ran was ashamed and said, "Okay, very good."
"No wonder." The scholar nodded, "What do you draw him for?"
"Looking for someone."
The scholar said "Ah" again, looking surprised: "He is also in the underworld?"
"Well." Mo Ran said, "I heard that the dead person will stay in Nanke Township for ten or eight years. I can't worry about him. I want to find him and be a companion with him."
The scholar was completely unsuspecting, and was even a little moved. After pondering for a while, he finally sighed: "It's rare to see the love between peaches and plums. Good! Young Master Mo, I'll help you with this!" painting tools.
Mo Ran was overjoyed, thanked him again and again, and asked his name and surname, secretly remembered in his heart, thinking that returning to the world must burn more gold and silver for this poor brother.
The two of you are grateful, I am excited, and lively spread paper and ink.
As a result, after the start of work, I choked without a word.
"My master... He is..." The ink burned into a fist and knocked on the knee a few times, but still didn't knock it out. After a long time, the poor-worded person finally said, "He is anyway. Beauty, paint it."
The scholar glared at him.
Ink burning: "Paint it."
"...What kind of beauty?"
"It's not very simple, it's beauty, and it's beautiful."
"I know how to look good, but... Forget it, you say, what kind of face is he?"
"What face?" The ink burned for a while, and he said, "...The face is the face."
The scholar was a little annoyed: "Goose egg with melon seeds, almonds, wooden characters, do you want to say one?"
"I don't know if there are any of these, but they are handsome anyway."
Scholar: "..."
Mo Ran: "Forget it, if you don't know, just draw it on my face, our faces are not too different."
Scholar: "..."
Then there are the eyes.
"What eyes?"
Seeing that the ink was burning, he suddenly stopped him and added.
"Don't say eyes are eyes."
The ink burned and waved: "I know what you mean, his eyes look good... This, how do you say it? Fierce and... charming? Indifferent and gentle."
The scholar threw the pen and said angrily, "I don't paint anymore! You can invite Gao Ming to go!"
"Don't!" Mo Ran hurriedly pulled him, "Other people don't draw you as well."
The scholar endured and stared at him, but when he saw Mo Ran's face full of sincerity, he said hard: "Then say it well, what do I ask, what do you answer."
Mo Ran was also aggrieved, he thought to himself, didn't he answer well just now? Isn't that what people ask and what does he answer? But there is something to ask for help, so I can only nod my head obediently, and hold the soul lamp in my arms pitifully.
The scholar said: "It's still eyes. Is he a leopard eye? Three white eyes? Almond eyes? Phoenix eyes? Or..."
Mo Ran was dizzy when he heard it, and shook his head: "Sew eyes? Isn't that very small, no, his eyes are picked up, I don't know what it is called, in short... uh, it's flying up, it's pretty good-looking …”
"That's the phoenix eye."
Mo Ran opened his mouth, but when he saw that the scholar looked unhappy, he closed his mouth again: "Okay, you can sew your eyes if you say it."
The scholar then asked, "Is the nose tall or short?"
"high."
"Are the lips thin or thick?"
"Thin."
"Are the eyebrows thick or thin?"
"concentrated."
"Thickness?"
"It's okay... I know the eyebrows, it should be Jianmei."
"Okay." The scholar added a few more strokes and asked again, "Is there a mole mark on your face?"
The ink burned his head and thought about it, thinking about it, but his face was red, and he said: "There is..."
"Where?"
"Left ear." The ink burned slowly, "It's a little smaller, the color is quite light, and then..."
Then when kissing him here, he will be extra sensitive.
The scholar raised his eyebrows: "Then?"
"No." The ink burned his head and shook his head like a rattle, his face even redder, "No then."
The scholar gave him a strange look, but fortunately the light was dim, so he couldn't see the blood on his face. The nib of the pen was moistened with ink, and he asked again, "Guanliu's attire?"
"He likes to wear white clothes. A sapphire crown, or a high ponytail." Mo Ran thought about it and added, "Sometimes he wears it, and when he wears it, it's especially..."
"Don't say it's good-looking!" The scholar couldn't stand it.
"Well, that's pretty cool then."
Scholar: "..."
After a long time of grinding, I finally finished the painting. The ink burned and blew the ink, raised it to look closely, and felt that although it was not as beautiful as Chu night, it was not very similar, but it was barely usable.
"I only drew Pan Anfanli and Xizi Diaochan."
"Hahaha." The ink burned and said, "When I find the master, I will thank you again."
I drank some wine with the scholar and chatted for a while. When the sky was darker, the two parted ways in front of the wine shop. The ink burned with the portrait of Chu Wanning. According to the scholar, there was a building on the Fifth Street of Nanke Township. , called "Shunfeng Building", specially for the new lonely ghosts to inquire about all kinds of news.
He was going to have a look.
Outside the Shunfeng Building, the red sign flutters faintly, with a black snake-shaped totem painted on it. The ink burned and pushed the door in, and saw a long counter running across the hall. Behind the counter were more than a dozen ghosts wearing ochre red robes, all wearing wooden lacquer masks that were angry with the crown, and could not see their true appearance. In front of these masked ghosts, there are long queues winding each other, and they are all dead people with different looks and other things.
Hundreds of white candles floated at the top of the building, and the overlapping lights illuminated the overlapping dead people. Ghosts come and go, and the end is very busy.
"Little master, can you help me find out where my brother is? His name is Zhang Bayi, from Gusu, he was twenty-one years old when he died..."
"Is there a picture?"
"No, no."
"You can find it without a portrait, but the cost is ten times more expensive."
"Brother-"
The masked man coughed, his voice clear.
"Ah, I'm sorry, it turned out to be a big sister. Big sister, it's like this, when I died, the family told me that she would never remarry, but I always watched her and my brother quarrel for a long time. , I can't take this breath even if I die, can you help me check to see if she's really a widow in the world, or if she's on good terms with my brother!"
"Zha Yangjian, the price is this one, you can take a look first."
"I'm sorry, Xiaosheng liked a girl in his last life, but she was rich and precious, and looked down on an inferior scholar. Xiaosheng was timid, and he never showed his heart to her. Later, when she got married, Xiaoshengyuan also took care of her. She was happy. Who would have guessed that the man she entrusted was a man who had already become a pro.... Alas, something happened later, and she... was one step ahead of Xiaosheng. Therefore, Xiaosheng wanted to check two things. The first is that the girl is now Where, the second is... I want to know the fate of the two of us in the next life... "
"In the future, you can check it, but no money is charged. It needs to be exchanged for life in the next life. As for where the girl is, please report the name and present the portrait."
"Oh, good, good. The portrait is there, here. The girl's surname is Yao, and the single name is Lan..."
In front of each cabinet, there are ghost words, and the body is rotten, but the obsession is still unable to let go.
Mo Ran held the lamp, looked around and walked around, and found that there were all kinds of questions. The people in Shunfeng Building were either collecting money or receiving Yangshou.
He has no money, and if he allows them to accept Yangshou, he will be found out that he is a widow who mixed into the underworld. Feeling apprehensive for a while, he couldn't help but scold the guilty master for being ignorant, not knowing how to put some paper money ingots in his pocket in advance.
But looking at the price, it seems that it is not expensive to inquire about the individual. The ink burned his heart and ran back to the vicinity of the wine shop, finally catching up with the scholar. At any rate, he borrowed some meager silver taels and returned to Shunfeng Building.
After waiting in line for a long time, it was finally his turn.
The ink burned anxiously: "I am looking for someone. This is a portrait."
He handed over the portrait of Chu nightning to the other party, and was about to go on. Unexpectedly, after seeing the man, he chuckled softly, closed the scrolls, and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"
"Ah?" The ink burned for a while, "Just by looking at the painting, you know where he is?"
"Yeah. But tell me first, what are you looking for him for?"
"He is an old friend of mine."
The other party glanced at him again, and said, "Wait a minute." Then he leaned over and whispered a few words with a colleague next to him. When he turned back again, his tone was much kinder.
"Since it is Mr. Chu's old friend, I will not accept the money." The man got up and beckoned to him, "Follow me upstairs."
The author has something to say:
The first three are from the rotten stalks of various bibs and sketches, non-original stalks, but because they are used too much, I want to find the origin, but I can't find it. . . . It seems that it first appeared on the Spring Festival Gala sketch? Stunned, is it so rustic? To avoid misunderstanding, hereby declare qaq