The people at the table all walked out. At this time, Wang Huo Chong was the only one sitting by the window in the restaurant.
Chirp!
After cleaning all the food on the table, Fat Pigeon turned his head from the bowl in front of him and called out to the King Fire Insect beside the table.
"After eating, you feel tired all over, aren't you?" Wang Huo Chong smiled kindly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered together, and he gently scraped the chubby neck of the fat bird on the table.
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The fat pigeon fluttered its feathers comfortably.
"Mo Si, you need to learn to relax!"
Slowly, he shook out a small handful of yellowish and black tobacco from the tobacco bag and stuffed it into the pipe. Wang Huo Chong handed the cigarette holder to Fat Pigeon's mouth.
"Come, have a cigarette."
Chirp! Cough!
"Don't be afraid, have another bite."
Watching Mr. Wei and Yan Xiaoliu after him until the two swaying donkey butts were no longer visible, the scholar walked up to Han Qiufen, looked around, and whispered in a somewhat embarrassed voice,
"Autumn Equinox...I took that mask away yesterday...I don't know where I dropped it...Will you accompany me to look for it? Let me see if I can recall where I dropped it."
Without hesitation, Han Qiufen nodded and said "Okay."
The two of them were talking and without further delay, they walked towards the inn where they changed clothes yesterday.
After all, the falling bell has little to do with the lives of ordinary people. After the police officers searched it to no avail yesterday, they gave up and returned to the Yamen.
As the sun rises, there are more and more people on the road.
Jiujin, the "great poet" who had been drinking all night, walked out of the brothel and went to the street in Qingpingfang, planning to find a stall to drink some xiaochou to get rid of his hangover.
"Boss, let's have a bowl of white porridge, cut some fried cakes, and two pickles." He found a porridge stall on the roadside, pulled up a chair, sat down, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and pointed at Jiu Jin.
the stall owner shouted.
There were a lot of people coming and going around, but there were not many people in the stalls, and many seats were empty.
A few beggars were still wandering outside the porridge stall, and a few hawkers who had taken over the stalls and sold vegetables secretly were shouting carefully while keeping an eye on the guards looking for the street.
What poem did I write last night?
Oh oh oh! Yes!
Money is not money, wine is not long, silver is money, water is not wine...
What the hell did you do...
No inspiration last night...
That little lady must not be pretty enough!
Definitely is!
While waiting for the porridge to arrive, Jiujin, who was drunk and confused, couldn't help but think about what he did last night.
"Master! Master! You look like a dragon or a phoenix among men. You are majestic and noble! Master, even a drop of oil leaking from your fingers is enough for me to enjoy endlessly, sir!"
Oh yo... Who is this? The words were quite neat, just like Allegro. Jiu Jin raised his buried head and glanced at the speaker.
What caught his eye was a dark, shiny, flattering face.
Beggar...
Jiujin's newly aroused interest disappeared in an instant, and he reached into his arms to fumble around.
Huh......
What's this......
Just pull it.
It was a mask with a human face on a white background, and a few pieces of silver were pulled out along the way and fell to the floor.
Looking at the mask spread out in his hand, Jiujin ignored the scattered silver that fell on the ground and let the beggar pick it up.
"Your Majesty! Your porridge, pancakes, and side dishes are ready! Please, please move your hands and don't burn them!"
Where did I get the mask...
but,
This painting is really realistic.
Putting the mask beside him, Jiujin picked up the porridge spoon and started eating and drinking. After drinking all night, sour water came out of his stomach.
After stopping for about half an hour, Jiu Jin stood up contentedly.
There was still a little bit of silver left in my pocket, so I took it out and put it on the table.
Jiu Jin was not in a hurry, stepped on one end of the chair, turned sideways and leaned against the table, picked up the mask again and started observing.
Then put it gently on your face.
Oh yo...
Just an ordinary mask.
I watched it a lot when I was growing up, and I was actually a little worried about Jiu Jin played by Zhiguai. If it was like the novel and drama said, the mask couldn't be taken off, then I would be doomed.
Since it can be put on and taken off, it doesn't matter. To be honest, the texture feels great, coupled with the excellent painting skills, and the simple and good taste, Jiu Jin really can't put it down.
That's right! Go ask the stall owner for a mirror, or if that doesn't work, find a tank of water and take a look at me with the mask on.
He held the four corners of the mask, shook his robe, and stood up.
There was a large pot raised up in front of him, about elbow height, with steam rising from it. The stall owner was stirring it constantly, with a look of anxiety and helplessness in his eyes. The stall owner wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.
.
"This porridge can't be sold out..."
Jiujin, who was walking towards the stall owner, suddenly stopped in his steps. He looked at the stall owner who was stirring porridge in front of him, and then at the few beggars under the wall not far away.
"hey-hey......"
After patting his sleeve pocket, there was a jingling sound from inside, and Jiujin let out a weird laugh.
The bloodshot eyes after a hangover were now hidden behind the mask.
But the eyes on the mask became bloodshot at some point.