Yang Jinse was stunned in place, and hurriedly supported Zhang Ziche, "Don't think about it, don't think about that woman, hurry, listen to me." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Her tone was flustered and concerned, and she was not as calm as before.

Zhang Ziche was already squatting on the ground, sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

Familiar and unfamiliar images popped up in his mind - was he dead? This kind of picture like a marquee made Zhang Ziche think that he had arrived in another world.

It's like coming to Nianhua for the first time, and he seems to have become that ethereal soul again, and can only be a spectator watching everything that is about to happen.

It seems that it is still at a temple fair, but Zhang Ziche can be sure that this is definitely not the one where he and Yang Jinse were just now.

There is no one in the lively temple fair wearing modern clothes, and there is not a single big or small light bulb, people come and go, the hawkers shout, and the people bargain, listening carefully, it is a little obscure.

It's like ...... Oracle in general?

Zhang Ziche floated in the air, looking at everything around him with some curiosity, and a somewhat familiar stall attracted his attention.

This is a small stall built with a few wooden boards, and the three wooden planks have occupied a lot of places, but the masks on the wooden planks are densely packed, and the wooden planks are a little crowded.

The face has a cyan mighty dragon face, a fairy face with three peach blossoms on the forehead, and a cute little tiger face, all kinds of masks have already attracted the attention of many people.

A teenage girl, dressed in the coarse cloth clothes of ordinary people, tied a bow on her braided braids with a strip of red cloth that should have been bright red but faded, but she was in good spirits.

Standing behind this shop, he greeted the guests who came and went to look at the masks, "This young lady, look at this half of the peony fairy mask, you can bring it and try it, not to mention how beautiful it is." "Uncle Zhang, your grandson is happy with this tiger head mask, look, with how majestic he is, he will definitely be a general in the future." ”

These vivid masks are already loved, and they are not expensive, not to mention the sweetness of this girl's mouth, and the piles of masks on this stall have been sold for more than half in a short time.

"Okay, you Han Wenxi, let you paint a few more masks here, so as to subsidize the eldest mother's family, where have you been?" Seeing that more and more people came to buy masks, but most of the masks were gone, the sweet-mouthed girl was also anxious, muttered a few words in a low voice, and greeted the guests on the stall with a smile like a flower.

On the side of a flower building, the young man called Han Wenxi by the girl was effortlessly climbing the high wall of a courtyard with a painting tube on his back, he leaned on the cyan eaves, spread out a page of rice paper, took two wolf hairs in his mouth, and pinned a wolf hair to his ear, and finally took out an inkstone, cinnabar and some adjusted cyan, and water sealed with a small piece of bamboo.

After he finished studying the ink and Han Wenxi, the last and thinnest wolf pen in the painting tube was taken out.

Han Wenxi quietly looked at a door and window of the flower building opposite.

Zhang Ziche was also a little curious, so he walked through the window made of ebony to see what was going on.

When his ethereal soul passed through this window, Zhang Ziche knew the reason why Han Wenxi was here - there was a woman he admired here.

The woman behind this window is called Shark, and she is the top singer of this drunken fragrance building.

Han Wenxi once asked others why the name of the flower building is so peculiar, unlike the name of the top brand of other flower buildings that is so delicate in the name of the flower.

The prince of the Wang family recalled with a smile: "Its voice is like a merman, her appearance is like a merman, even the mermaid girl, her teardrops are afraid that she is like a merman." ”

Almost everyone recalls this merman, and they are all indulged in the merman's singing voice, "What is the aftermath of the beam, three days without stopping?" I, Wang, heard a song by this mermaid girl, and I knew why Confucius didn't know the taste of meat because of a melody. ”

Han Wenxi was recalling the comments he had heard when he inquired about this shark, and the closed ebony window was pushed open from the inside, and it was the shark who pushed the window open.

It's just that Han Wenxi's face is still not clear to her, and a roller curtain hangs down, blocking Han Wenxi's vision.

The mermaid didn't know that someone was looking at her, she hadn't been combed yet, her long hair was shawl, it seemed that a girl had brought water up, and the mermaid walked over and seemed to be familiar.

She won't be picking up customers tonight.

This is the merman's rule.

At first, the mother of this drunken Xianglou was not allowed, this mermaid is like a tree that shakes money, as long as she is there, the guests are endless, spending a lot of money and laughing, such things are not uncommon in her.

How could such a cash cow not allow her to come to power?

Until one time, the mermaid smiled on the table and sandwiched a distant meat dish for her mother, and said with a smile while putting it in her mother's porcelain bowl, "Mom, what you can't eat is the most fragrant." ”

Shark'er's specious words woke up her mother, and her mother woke up like a dream and said, "Shark'er, everything depends on you, everything depends on you." ”

Men in this world are not like this, the more they can't see it, the more they can't get it, the more they are trapped in it, and they can't extricate themselves.

After washing her face with warm water, the girl took rouge, a box of incense powder, a dish of lead, and a light powder of lipstick, "Miss, I'll help you put on makeup." ”

"That's it, I'll come, Qiao'er, go and roll up the bead curtain." The mermaid picked up the chalk that she was already familiar with, dipped it in a little powder, and drew makeup in the mirror.

The girl called Qiao'er nodded obediently and walked towards the bead curtain.

Zhang Ziche also noticed this girl called Qiao'er, although she was not very old, she didn't need to look carefully, but she could see that this girl was a beautiful embryo at a cursory glance.

Han Wenxi, who was leaning on the eaves, also noticed that the curtain was rolled up, but the person who rolled the curtain was not the shark he admired.

With a casual glance, Qiao'er and Han Wenxi met their eyes.

Han Wenxi smiled, which actually made Qiao'er blush.

This man - what a beautiful smile.

Qiao'er had such a thought in her head.

The mermaid didn't notice the abnormality of her girl, and only focused all her attention on grooming.

Pink and white, Dai black, Shi Fangze only. ――I'm talking about the merman.

"Go back first," the mermaid instructed, "and tell me if my mother is coming in a moment." ”

Qiao'er's departure made this already clean room even more incompatible with the drunken incense building outside the door.

The mermaid has a loom and puts it in the corner of the windowsill, which is all the belongings she has come to this drunken fragrance building.