Zhili put the things in his hands on the stone table and went to pick them up: "I'll sort them out."
"I'm going out later," Su Yumei said, "Is there anything you want me to bring?"
"Well, this," Zhili thought for a moment, "How about buying a bunch of candied haws?"
"Tanghulu?" Su Yumei was curious, "Do you like sweets?"
"Well, it's for Miss Nie," Zhili said. "I was a little harsh to her before. Actually, if you think about it, she is in a pitiful situation and can't help herself. I was a little too impatient with her, and I shouldn't have been."
"So that's it," Su Yumei curled her lips and smiled, "Okay, I'll buy it."
After Su Yumei left, Zhili organized the books and said to Shen Lie: "Sister Su likes to go to the street when she has nothing to do. She often helps me bring things. These books are not mine. They are placed here in Ruidong Pavilion. She I like to read, but I read slowly. My senior sister is different. My senior sister also likes to read, but she reads quickly and remembers clearly..."
Shen Lie listened to his fragmentary thoughts and looked at the small bundle on the stone table.
Zheli rearranged the books according to the order in his memory and neatly put them aside. Then he opened the small bag and took out the letter among the pile of belongings.
"Brother Shen, this is the letter. I don't know if I want to read it." Zhili said.
Shen Lie took it and slowly looked at the letter paper, the handwriting on the letter, and the inking of the handwriting.
Since it was written with his toes, Shen Lie seemed to be able to understand what Zhili meant when he could see through the calligraphy on the back of the paper.
The world never criticizes those who work hard, let alone those who are physically disabled and strong-willed.
"He who rides the wind and waves in adversity has a will as strong as iron and an indestructible courage." Shen Lie said.
"He is good at everything, but he only targets my senior sister."
Shen Lie said nothing, looked at the ink color, and fell into deep thought.
"Brother Shen, do you want to give it to my senior sister?" Zhili asked.
Shen Lie frowned, wanting to say that of course he would give it to her, but he understood Zhe Li's concerns.
Although he personally went to Longyuan, Shen Lie had no idea about the girl in the pillar before.
The place under the dragon abyss was strange and gloomy, everything they saw was dark, and everything they touched was like the underworld. They were walking together in several waves at that time, and they were separated and reunited. The shocking places and the frequent dangers faced by the agencies were too dense, and it was impossible and there was no time for them to let them go. Share everything you encounter with each other.
"Brother Shen, can't you even make up your mind?" Zhili said, "Have I made things difficult for you?"
Shen Lie raised his eyes to look at him and shook his head: "It's not an embarrassment. If you encounter such a difficult matter in the future that no one will discuss, you can still come to me."
"Yeah!" Zhibi was overjoyed.
"Give this letter to Ah Li," Shen Lie handed it back. "Since it has something to do with her, no matter how bad or dangerous it is, she will eventually face it. It's better to have an advance warning so that she can prepare better."
"Then, let's take a sneak peek first?" Zhi Lichao whispered, "After we finish watching, we also have a warning so that we can protect Senior Sister."
Shen Lie was silent for a moment and said seriously: "Zhi Li, Ah Li won't like it."
"Sigh," Zhili sat down and held his chin with his hands, "I know I can't do anything to offend senior sister in the name of her kindness, but I'm so worried."
"Then," Shen Lie also became very quiet, "Why don't you give her the letter and then ask her about the content of the letter. If she doesn't tell her, then you can get angry and say that you will take a peek first... Of course, you are not going to actually do it. Look, that’s just what I said.”
Zhili took a breath and showed an exaggerated smile on his face: "Brother Shen, you can also play numbers!"
"...I didn't." Shen Lie defended, even though he felt weak.
"This can be considered a trick," Zhili chuckled evilly, "Does this mean we are plotting against Senior Sister?"
Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Shen Lie looked at the bundle on the stone table: "Is there anything else in here?"
"They are some letters related to Senior Sister," Zhili said, "There are also some paintings, all painted by my master and Old Sect Master Pei. Brother Shen, you can look through them at will."
Shen Lie nodded and picked up a letter, which was given to Zhili by the old man.
Shen Lie did not open it, but looked at the paintings. The first one made him frown.
The painting is of His Highness Qianqiu’s huge iron chain pillars and large iron chains.
The painting skills are excellent, the proportions are natural, the dry and wet processing of shades is skillful, the atmosphere is added to the realism, and the vision is vast.
The second picture is the Changhe waterwheel mechanism that he and Ali saw.
"Master buried the Qianqiu Palace," Zhili said. "Before that, Sect Master Pei and Chief Jiang saw these and drew them."
Shen Lie nodded. Everyone's painting style was different. He could almost easily tell which paintings were painted by the old man and which paintings belonged to which authors.
"The girl in the pillar mentioned in the teahouse is also in the painting," Zhili whispered, "but I dare not look at it. After coming out of Qianqiu Palace, I had frequent nightmares because of her. At that time, I was fortunate to have my senior sister help me Tell stories and accompany me to sleep."
"..." Shen Lie glanced at him and nodded.
Looking back at the painting, Shen Lie's sharp eyebrows twisted slightly unconsciously.
Although facing the eerie and eerie portrait of Qian Qiu Dark Palace, he shouldn't have other thoughts in his mind. However, he still couldn't help but conjure up the image of her telling stories and soothing people to sleep due to the fragmented words.
There should be a girl in the picture, and all he could think of was her current girlish and pretty appearance.
Recently, my mind has become more and more restless. The closer I get to her, the more I feel that the fireworks of the world are right in front of me. When I wake up in the middle of the night, my breathing is heavy.
After collecting his thoughts, Shen Lie continued to read.
Some of the portraits were unfamiliar to him and he had never been there before.
Some images can become vivid with memories.
When it came to the eighth picture, Shen Lie's slender fingers stopped and did not continue.
The painting is a dark room, with calligraphy and paintings on both sides, some of which are still hanging, and some of which have been torn to the ground. Hidden in a hidden compartment is a clay sculpture of a head.
"These heads shocked me at the time," Zhili said. "This painting was painted by Master."
"Withered bones grow flowers." Shen Lie said.
"Brother Shen knows? Master said so too."
"When I was a child, I accidentally saw a book that belonged to my eldest brother's mother. The book had detailed descriptions and was accompanied by drawing paper. At that time, I was frightened to the point of having nightmares, and later became seriously ill."
Shen Lie's voice was very calm, but his heart trembled when he heard it: "It can frighten a person like you to the point of illness. The description in the book must be terrible."
"A person like me." Shen Lie smiled faintly, said nothing more, and continued to read the drawing paper.
After Su Yumei returned the book to Zhili, she went back to the house to get the money, and then left through the back door.
Just when he opened the door, he saw a carriage stopped, and Xia Zhaoyi got out of the carriage with a small bundle filled with letters.
Seeing Su Yumei, Xia Zhaoyi curved her lips and smiled: "Miss Su."
"Miss Ah Li," Su Yumei also smiled, "you came back just in time. I have something I want to tell you."
"Huh?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious, "What's the matter?"
Su Yumei looked at the driver over there and whispered: "Come on, let's go aside and talk."
