Zhao Zimai gave him an idea, "There are no novelties in the palace, Gonggong Zhang, according to the humble opinion of the little nephew, you don't need to work exquisite and gorgeous, just look for some folk strange and clever objects." Perhaps, the more crude and simple it is, the more it will win the favor of the saint and all the mothers. ”

Gonggong Zhang nodded frequently, "What Zhao Gongzi said is that there are a lot of various items in this folk, but I don't know what to choose." ”

As soon as he said this, a young man who brought tea and water squeezed over, and after putting down the tea tray in his hand, he made a big salute to Zhang Yaozhong, and said loudly, "My lord, the villain's father is the best at making New Year's paintings, and all the gods and goddesses are painted lifelike, vivid, and those scenes in the palace are very different. ”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a few people around Zhang Yaozhong, who said "go and go" a few times in a row, waving his hand to signal him to leave, but Zhang Yaozhong raised his hand to stop him.

"New Year's paintings? Immortal statues? He looked at the young man, and realized that he was only about ten years old.

"Immortal statues, he can draw any immortals, my father has been painting since elementary school, and he is definitely not the kind of person who is not proficient in learning art halfway." Jiang Bin saw that Zhang Yaozhong didn't stop him, and his heart jumped with joy.

"Galeries Lafayette...... But once mentioned, her old man said that when she was a child, her favorite thing was to paste New Year's paintings, paste couplets, red festive and auspicious, paste on the door, and the New Year's flavor will be there. She also said that she didn't like the paintings painted by the foreign painters of Banzai Ye, there were few colors, and they didn't look exciting at all. Speaking of this, Zhang Yaozhong looked back at Jiang Bin, "Ming'er, you bring a few of your father's brilliant New Year's pictures, let me take a look at them first." If I pass through my eyes, I will bring them to the palace, and then I will have your benefit. ”

Jiang Bin knelt down happily and kowtowed, and when he stood up, he was pulled by Zhao Zimai on the side, "Little brother, is your father the Jiang painter who sells immortal statues in the west market?" ”

Jiang Bin was stunned, "My lord, you ...... Do you know my dad too? ”

Zhao Zimai smiled slightly and patted Jiang Bin on the shoulder, "If I'm not mistaken, the Blessing God of Wealth, the God of Wenxing, and the Descendants of Niangniang are all very well drawn, you remember to bring them tomorrow." ”

"Blessing the God of Wealth, Wenchang Xing......" Jiang Bin's face was flushed, and he bowed his head and saluted, "I know, thank you for reminding me." ”

***

Mu Cripple on the couch next to him snored so loudly that it dispelled all the sleepiness that Sang had just gathered, it sat up angrily, glared at Mu Cripple, grabbed the pillow and wanted to throw it over and smash it on his face, but after thinking about it, he woke him up, and he had to listen to him muttering for a long time, so he didn't even want to sleep well.

Thinking so, it lay down again, opened its eyes and looked at the dark roof, trying to suppress the anger in its chest.

Of course, it is not angry with Mu Cripple, it is angry with itself, and it is angry with itself now, so it has no power to fight back in front of the monk, and is played by him in the palm of his hand, like a fool.

Sang clenched his fists, unfolded his palms again, and as soon as he opened and closed, three flames appeared in his palms, and they scurried up, illuminating the room brighter than the day. Mu Cripple was affected by the light, smashed his mouth a few times, turned over and fell asleep again, Sang watched the flame gradually extinguish, but his heart was still churning: it saw its own body, but it still did not know where it came from, it had lived in this body for ten years, but now, although it had some clues, it was only touching its skin, and it was still far from the core.

The broken soul, the arduous search, the humiliation of the monk, all the things made it suffocate in its heart and make it difficult to sleep. But at this moment, it heard a "grunt", which it thought was coming from Mu Cripple's belly, but the second sound that followed was clearer, and it was obviously its own stomach screaming.

"What, hungry again?"

It sneered and asked the other soul in its body, Mu Xiaowu ignored it, but Sang sat up from the bed: The taste of hunger is not pleasant, and it can taste it more and more these days, even if the hungry one is Mu Xiaowu, but this meat is now used by it, and it can't sit idly by.

Let's find something to eat, the roasted sweet potato that Mu Cripple forced it to stuff today tastes good, but it's the middle of the night, and it's impossible to have roasted sweet potatoes in the inn, so it's good to find some dim sum steamed buns in the stove room, anyway, I can't sleep now. With that in mind, it rolled over and got out of bed, pushed open the door and walked down the stairs in the dark.

It saw a man, sitting with his back straight at a table, and the moonlight gilding his side face with a silver glow, and his face looked more handsome because of it.

Sang leaned on the handrail of the stairs and looked at Zhao Zimai silently, his figure looked cold and cold, which made the anxiety in his heart inexplicably calm down. Now it is becoming more and more incomprehensible to him, this man, in order to make a cherry meat for himself, almost died in the hands of Aunt Rong, not only that, but his attitude towards himself has gradually evolved from the previous defense to the current gentleness.

He always laughed when he saw it, as if every word it said was the funniest joke in the world.

But I'm afraid no one but him will find it funny, right?

Sang looked at Zhao Zimai, and unconsciously snorted coldly in his mouth, but it was too late and that it was fast, and his heart beat "thump", as if his heart was thrown into the air and fluttered down. It frowned: It must be Mu Xiaowu, that little girl was moved by this man, and even brought it to make her uneasy.

Just thinking like this, the person downstairs slowly turned his head, his eyes as clear as water stayed on his face for a moment, and he didn't say a word.

Sang cleared his throat, "It's so late, why don't you sleep?" ”

"I feel guilty and can't sleep."

It didn't understand what he was saying, so he asked, "Who's to be ashamed of?" ”

Zhao Zimai still stared at it fixedly, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes, "You, I made that bowl of cherry meat, not to please you, but to wake up Xiao Wu." In fact, this is also a superfluous move, because when you arrive in the capital, after I give you my father's notes, you will naturally leave. ”

After a long time, he added two more words to the end, "Right?" ”

Sang was speechless by what he said for a while, it was already simple-minded, and now when he heard him talk about cherry flesh, and mentioned that he was leaving, he was even more confused, and he didn't know what the connection between the two was.

But at this moment, behind the inn, in the corridor across a wall, there was a "swish", as if something was sticking to the ground.