After Ye Xiao finished playing a piece, he turned around and saw Wen Jiujiu standing dumbfounded, his bright face hidden in the night, flickering in and out of light.

"Ye has a friend who loves this piece of music the most. Whether he is sleeping in Zhan Lai at night or drinking wine in a meandering stream, he can listen to him playing this piece of music. However, Ye doesn't know where the music comes from or what its name is. Can the beauty know?"

Wen was drinking wine without saying a word. He took a few steps forward and stood side by side with him, looking only at the moonlight in the water. Ye Xiao waited for a long time but saw no movement from her. Instead, a hint of interest arose at the corners of his lips. He put the flute across his lips again, and unexpectedly

The crisp music was stopped by two green jade fingers. He turned his head and saw Wen Jiujiu looking at him with a smile:

"The Nu family thinks that this piece of music would be more appropriate to be performed by Xiao."

"Uh... why?" Ye Xiao was puzzled. Although the music of the flute and the flute were different, they also had their own merits and charms.

"Young Master Ye is a fairy-like figure, and this Xiao is more in line with his appearance and temperament."

Ye Xiao still didn't understand. He was thinking about what this woman was talking about? Did she change the subject? But he couldn't help but ask:

"Oh? What can you say?"

"It's so... lewd!" After Wen Jiujiu said that, he turned around and left, leaving Ye Xiao alone in the moonlight for a moment. After thinking about it, he stayed there again and then got angry!

Late at night, Wen Jiujiu and Hua Mei looked closely at the new portrait under the lamp. Hua Mei's fingertips carefully traced the outline of the character's face in the painting, and then said:

"This Ye Xiao is not a simple character. Look at the painting of this character. I only glanced at it briefly that day. I don't believe he has a photographic memory!"

Wen Jiujiu nodded and held his chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You said he doesn't hide his clumsiness now. Why?"

"How do I know? There are a lot of medicines in his gourd. I knew he was not someone to be trifled with when he deliberately didn't try us out in Longtan, but you and Huahua don't have any brains at all!" Wen Jiujiu rolled his eyes.

"Then do you think he and the big man are in the same group, or why do they look so similar?" Hua Mei was a little scared.

"There are many masters in this world! Huamei, you're a little too young!" Wen Jiujiu patted her shoulder. Hua Mei was angry because she was underestimated by this woman again. She shook the picture in her hand and wanted to ask something else. Wen Jiujiu patted her shoulder.

Jiujiu had already stood up and walked towards the bed, stretching as he walked.

"Hey!" Hua Meixin said that I haven't finished asking yet, and Wenjiujiu replied impatiently:

"Sleep! Sleep!"

At dawn, Wen Jiujiu took Hua Mei with him and went from house to house with the portrait in hand. Biquan Village was not big, so he asked everywhere before noon, but the result was incredible.

"Your name is Tieniu? Well, that's a very vulgar name! You came to Murakami twenty years ago? It's been so long? What? He died three years ago?"

"How did you die? Suicide? What did you do? So no suspense?"

"The tomb is in the small graveyard behind the village. Do you have a wife? No? Oh, what a waste of a good figure!"

"Is there a house? That abandoned blacksmith shop in the east and west corners of the village? Let's go and have a look!"

"What, it's going to collapse? Hua Mei, we'd better not go then!"

During lunch, Wen Jiujiu found the chicken feather shop and ate the crock pot chicken as he wished, but Hua Mei lost his appetite.

"You said that if this man died three years ago, then what was the big man we saw that day?"

Wenjiujiu gnawed on the chicken wings until his mouth was full of oil, and he squeaked: "It's just childish to pretend to be dead!"
Chapter completed!