"Aunt...Uncle, did you just see, just now, there..."
Xiao Huan rubbed her eyes. The head that had just popped up on the wall had disappeared. She hid behind Li Yi and pointed at the wall, her voice still trembling.
There was a rustling sound outside the wall. When she reached out and pointed towards it, the head from before popped out again.
This time he could see clearly that the owner of the head was a girl about his age. She wore a light powder and she looked pretty. She was not as pale as my uncle said. Her eyes were two big black holes and she had no tongue.
Stretch out five feet long...
It turns out it's not a ghost.
"What's the ghost's name?"
The girl who stuck her head out from the other side of the courtyard wall glared at Xiaohuan angrily, rubbed her sore butt, and then looked at the young man lying on the chair in the courtyard.
She was playing in the yard just now and heard a familiar voice coming from outside the wall, so she put her ear to it to listen. At first she didn't recognize who the voice was, but then she was frightened by the ghost story the voice told, and finally got the impression.
.
It was the young man who frightened her with the story of "Painted Skin" in Goulan yesterday.
I brought a stool from the house and put it under the courtyard wall. I leaned over to take a look. As soon as I could stand still, I was frightened by the little girl's ghostly scream and lost my footing. She fell down and her buttocks are still faintly visible to this day.
Pain.
This time when I got up and went to see the young man again, I saw a white cloth wrapped around his legs and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
"I was bitten by a dog when I went home last night..." Li Yi looked at the girl named Xiaozhu lying on the wall and said casually.
"oh……"
Xiaozhu looked at his appearance and could already imagine that he was not only bitten by a dog last night, but he probably also had to fight to the death with the vicious dog.
"Can you tell me more about the story behind "Painted Skin"?" A girl named Xiaozhu was lying on the wall, looking at Li Yi, with a look of expectation in her big eyes.
After the young master left yesterday, she told the story to Grandpa Sun. Grandpa Sun planned to wait until he heard the complete story and then try to tell it on the stage, but he did not expect that yesterday afternoon, those few who listened to the story
The man pulled many people over and insisted on hearing the story of "Painted Skin". Grandpa Sun had no choice but to tell the first half of the story she heard.
As a result, in less than a quarter of an hour, the rewards thrown in by the guests were enough to cover the entire Goulan's income for a day.
It's a pity that the story is only half-part, and Grandpa Sun ends abruptly at a wonderful point. Those guests returned disappointed. Although they didn't ask for their rewards back, they didn't have anything good to say. If there could be the story behind "Painted Skin"
, in a short period of time, they no longer have to worry about livelihood issues.
After all, for ordinary actors and actresses like them, rewards are actually the only way to survive. Unlike those famous actors who are famous all over the world, they are often invited to perform by high-ranking officials and nobles, and often receive hefty rewards.
"Okay." I was just idle, just telling a story, and I wouldn't lose any meat on my body. Li Yi looked at the girl and said, "Wang Sheng hid outside the window and peeked at the evil ghost painting, and he let out a frightened sound.
He screamed, and was discovered by evil spirits, who disemboweled him, cut out his heart and lungs, and died..."
Xiaohuan looked at the woman lying on the wall, and then at her uncle, feeling puzzled.
The "Painted Skin" that my uncle told the second young lady was not like this. Although she did not dare to listen, she knew that there should be a long story behind it.
Of course, in addition to wondering about this, I was also curious about who this girl was. She seemed to know her uncle, and her uncle also told her the story of "Painted Skin"...
"This, this is over..." The girl was holding on to the wall, with a dazed expression on her face.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't the next plot be more twists and turns?
Wang Sheng died like this?
What about that tall man you met on the street?
This is completely illogical!
She was sure that if Grandpa Sun told stories like this, what those guests would throw on the stage would definitely not be rewards, but shoes and stones.
"Damn guy..."
Knowing that he was perfunctory, he resisted the urge to peel off a brick from the wall and throw it over. He weighed his feet and said, "I'll steal some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from Sister Ruoqing and give them to you."
"How much?" Li Yi looked up at the wall.
"Five yuan." The girl gritted her teeth and said.
"Ten yuan." Li Yi directly doubled the amount.
"Six dollars can't be more."
"I won't do it if it's nine yuan short..."
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After some fierce bargaining, the price was finally set at seven pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but the little girl refused to budge at all.
"Stingy..." Seeing that the girl got off the wall, probably to steal the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Li Yi curled his lips.
At a young age, you already know how to pay bribes. It will be a big deal when the little girl grows up...
"Uncle, what kind of sweet-scented osmanthus cake is this?"
Xiao Huan was in a daze as she listened. She could also make sweet-scented osmanthus cake, so why did my uncle want it from that girl?
"It was the time when we were guessing lantern riddles, in that building..."
After Li Yi's reminder, Xiaohuan finally remembered it, and then she felt a little frustrated. The osmanthus cake she made was indeed not as delicious as that time...
This time the waiting time was not short, at least more than a quarter of an hour, before I saw the girl's head peeking over the courtyard wall again.
"for you."
She handed over something wrapped in a handkerchief from across the wall.
Xiao Huan was too short to reach him, so he went to the shop and called out Lao Fang, took the handkerchief from the girl's hand and gave it to Li Yi.
Open the handkerchief and find seven pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, one piece not too much and one piece too little.
"Give me back the handkerchief." The girl said on the wall.
"Why are you so anxious? I'll return it to you after you finish eating the osmanthus cake." The handkerchief was returned to her, but there was nothing left to wrap the osmanthus cake. Li Yi waved his hand and said.
"Give me back the piece you took away yesterday." The girl thought for a while and said.
Handkerchiefs are a relatively private item for girls, so it would be a bit shameful for a strange man to take them away from them.
"That piece..." Li Yi thought of the handkerchief he used to wrap up the remaining osmanthus cakes yesterday. He seemed to have put it away casually. He didn't see it today. He probably dropped it on the road yesterday.
"Lost it." He looked at the girl and said.
"you……"
The girl almost fell off the stool in anger. Just as she was about to say something, a voice came from inside the house.
"Yuzhu, did you see the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I just put in the room?"
"I'll come back later..." A trace of panic flashed across the girl's face, and she hurriedly jumped off the stool and ran towards the house.
"Sister Ruoqing, I didn't see it..."
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Seven pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake were given to each of Lao Fang and Xiao Huan. Perhaps hearing the commotion just now, Liu Ruyi also walked out of the room.
Looking at the thing in Li Yi's hand, he asked doubtfully: "Ms. sir, where does this... come from?"
"It was a gift from a neighbor." Li Yi stretched out his hand and said, "Would you like a piece?"
One piece was given to Ruyi, and two pieces were snatched away by Ruyi who happened to bump into him. Looking at the only two pieces of osmanthus cake left in his hand, Li Yi regretted a little. He should have persisted just now, maybe he could have asked for a few more...
Speaking of which, this little girl is quite easy to deceive. I'm afraid she won't have to worry about eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the future...
