The atmosphere of silence and the low air pressure that has been maintained all the time make the perception of time very high, and every minute and second is clear. After boiling a cup of tea, the yacha had not come back, and everyone except Zhang Changxiu was so nervous that they wanted to faint.

Chang Le got up and let out a long breath, indicating that he was still alive: "I'll go out for a walk." ”

Zhang Changxiu was silent, and his eyes motioned for a yacha to follow.

The others looked at each other and were eager to find a reason to leave.

As soon as I went out, the winter wind wrapped in snowflakes came to the pavement, blowing a chill. Chang Le finally felt much more relaxed.

It's also better to freeze to death outside than to suffocate inside.

Outside the back hall of the yamen, there is a small courtyard. The potted plants are neatly arranged, a few pines and cypresses are still green, the stone road has been swept out, and the snow is piled on both sides.

Chang Le didn't bother to stroll, so he squatted on the stone steps in front of the door, blowing the cold wind in a daze. Wait for the matter to be resolved quickly, so that we can go to the fasting master and consolidate this entrepreneurial path.

Seeing her sit down, she was at a loss for what to do with the yacha who came out: "Madam, it's cold on the ground." You're not going to go around? ”

Chang Le raised his eyes to look at him: "I'm too lazy to turn, just sit here and breathe." ”

"Yes."

The official obediently stood behind him, and followed him to the cold outside. For a moment, he felt that he still wanted to stay quietly in the hall.

It was easy to wait for the yacha who bought the pen to come back, and Chang Le hurriedly got up and stopped him.

"Just give me the pen."

lest Zhang Changxiu break her nerves again, then she will have to thread a needle with him Zhu Bajie - big eyes to small eyes.

The yacha who sold pens also felt that it was safer for Mrs. Taishou, and he was about to break both legs, and he really didn't want to run anymore.

Chang Le lifted his dress, strode into the house, and simply said, "Bring all the witnesses here, don't grind." ”

Zhang Changxiu glanced at the charcoal in her hand, endured her irritability, and immediately arranged it.

Bring people with people and prepare the preparation of white paper on the table.

When a few witnesses who were about to fall asleep came on the field, everything was ready, and they were asked to speak one by one.

The first is a pawnshop boy in Jinshi: "When I saw him, he was masked, and I only saw his eyes, which were big and round, like the eyes of a lion, which were particularly fierce." ”

Chang Le couldn't help laughing: So the painter directly painted the copper bell? It's really vivid.

"No, his eyes are like those of a cat, green and faint. There is also a black mole in the corner of the eye. Another pawnshop retorted.

He also saw only masked thieves.

When the little beggar saw the whole picture of the thief, he was not happy, and argued: "His eyes are like a black hole, and if he is deep in it, he will be sucked into it!" ”

Five people are gossiping, and with just a pair of eyes, there are four or five theories.

It's a lion and a cat, and it's like a black hole.

For this reason, it was difficult to unify opinions, and the five of them even quarreled.

Zhang Changxiu rubbed his temples with a headache, this was the second time he had experienced this scene.

Seeing that Chang Le was also looking left and right, dizzy, he tapped his fingers on the table with some disappointment, and some regretted that he was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

"Alright, stop arguing." Chang Le held his forehead and complained to the master beside him, "Are you sure they are seeing the same person?" ”

Master nodded: "The person they described and saw, whether it was body size, height or deeds, was consistent, and it was definitely a person." It's just this look...... Probably there is a difference in the description of ability and attention. ”

Chang Le understands that this is nothing more than a blind man touching an elephant. Each has a different perspective and cognition, and the description is different.

Looking around, the onlookers were all standing quietly, almost bored to sleep, without the slightest expectation, and even irritated by this chaotic scene. Zhang Changxiu even had an expression of "I made a wrong decision because my head was caught by the door", probably because of the loss of face, and he wanted to wait for this farce to pass silently.

Chang Le sneered softly, turned the charcoal, and became a bamboo in his chest.

"Let me summarize what you have described. This person's eyes are rounded in shape, with deep eye sockets, green pupils, fierce eyes, and moles at the corners of the eyes. Right? ”

The five of them looked at each other when they heard it, as if they understood it or not, but they didn't react.

The officials raised their eyes with some curiosity and looked at her. Zhang Changxiu also showed a little interest.

"I'll draw it and you can look at it." Chang Le was not in the mood to look at their faces, lowered his head and roughly set the position on the drawing paper, and asked with a serious expression, "Where is that mole in the corner of the eye?" ”

The guy who stated this clue thought about it carefully, scratched it across his face, and finally nodded to a place: "Probably a little lower at the end of the eye." ”

"Tear moles." Chang Le understood, "Bigger or smaller? ”

"Small."

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and everyone in the yamen present began to speculate that Mrs. Taishou Xu really knew how to draw. I am even more curious about what Mrs. Taishou has experienced.

In their cognition, Mrs. Taishou has always been a peasant girl with no ink.

As for the expectations for the portrait, they didn't hold it at all.

After all, the previous painter also asked like this, and in the end, it was not the same ghost.

Only Zhang Changxiu's eyes are different.

Chang Le's confidence and seriousness now, and the sparkling brilliance exuded from his body are completely unseen by him. For the fact that her performance in the pot courtyard was not accidental, I had a little bit of faith, and I had more expectations in my heart.

For a moment, he saw God.

Chang Le painted, summarized, and then inquired in detail, trying to make each part obvious and detailed.

The master clasped his hands and naturally placed them in front of him, standing at the table to assist, only occasionally glancing at the paper with his spare eyes. As Chang Le skillfully drew his facial features little by little, his gaze gradually shifted, and his face slowly showed a look of surprise.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chang Le pinched the charcoal and straightened his waist.

Looking up and down, except for the green-eyed beads that could not be expressed, they had drawn the image they described to the best of their ability. He stopped his pen and patted the charcoal ash on his hands.

The appearance of this person made her want to laugh a little.

It has a long face and a wide jaw, high eyebrow bones, thick and short eyebrows, deep and sharp tiger eyes, tear moles at the corners of the eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick lips.

Look, there's a hint of exoticism.

The master's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help shaking his head and clapping his hands: "Madame is good at painting." Lifelike, tangible and fleshy, see it like a face! Now, it is much more certain to arrest people. ”

The two yacha standing next to him heard that the master gave such a high evaluation, and couldn't help but stretch their necks to take a look. At just one glance, they all let out an exclamation and sigh, and their eyes were about to fall out.

"yes, what a person!"

"Madame, that's amazing!"

……

Chang Le is very useful for this kind of touting. Proudly turned the charcoal, glanced at Zhang Changxiu with shaking legs, and raised his eyebrows to show off.

Zhang Changxiu sat quietly in the hall, hearing their praise, he was so curious that his heart itched. For the sake of face, and couldn't make Chang Le more ambitious, he pretended not to care about picking up the teacup, drank two sips of the tea that had been cold, and waited for the master to hand him the painting to inspect as usual.

The cool feeling entered the stomach from his mouth and spread throughout his body, making him frown slightly.

The master shook his arms, rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hands, and carefully picked up the drawing paper like a treasure. As soon as he touched a corner, he was slapped down by Chang Le.

Zhang Changxiu's hand put the tea cup on his face.

"Wait a minute, cover up the bottom first."

The master kept his bent body, not knowing why: "Why is this?" ”

"Three of them saw masked thieves, so naturally they masked them first." Chang Le looked right.

He pulled out a blank piece of paper from the side, beckoned the two yacha standing behind him, and asked them to stand on one side and hold it, gently covering it under the eyes of the figure. quietly glanced at Zhang Changxiu's expression, full of teasing.

She just deliberately hung Zhang Changxiu's curiosity, let him be the last to watch, and suffocate him!

The master laughed dryly: "This must be seen by the master first." ”

"Why, did he see the thief?" Chang Le flashed a pair of clear and innocent eyes, and asked rhetorically, "This painting is for witnesses to recognize, and it is not for people to admire and praise." Of course, if they confess and praise you, I will not refuse. ”

The master was speechless, and turned his head to seek Zhang Changxiu's instructions.

"Come up and recognize it." Zhang Changxiu listened to the words clearly, didn't look at them, and directly gave orders to the witnesses.

The three witnesses stepped forward at the order, looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the portrait, and clapped their hands and legs in surprise.

"It's just like this, it's exactly the same."

"Yes, yes, I recognize it at a glance."

"Yes, I remember, that's it."

……

The sound of certainty was higher and higher, and the three of them said that they still looked at Changle like worshipping immortals, so they almost bowed and worshipped.

The other two witnesses who were waiting looked sideways, both curious.

The master and the yacha looked at each other and were happy, and their eyes shone with admiration.

Seeing such a scene, the head catcher who had been standing opposite and accompanying Zhang Changxiu was also attracted.

Looking in through the gap in his head, he suddenly met a pair of sharp eyes, and he was a little frightened. reacted that it was really just a drawing, and immediately ran to Zhang Changxiu, pointed at the painting from a distance with the handle of the knife, and reported the situation excitedly.

"Sir, Madame's portrait of a real mother! I scared my subordinates just now. ”

Zhang Changxiu glanced at him, it was like sitting on pins and needles, but at the moment he was even more depressed, and he especially wanted to slap him on the head.

What's the use of saying that? Don't know how to show him the painting?

After enduring, Zhang Changxiu said in a deep voice: "Continue to recognize." ”

Chang Le's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, he had already been praised and flew into the sky, and it was even more pleasant to see Zhang Changxiu being angry. With a wave of his hand, he asked the yacha to take down the covered paper, and called the two remaining witnesses: "You two come here again to confess." ”

The two witnesses couldn't wait, and bowed down and walked forward quickly.

The head catcher looked left and right, afraid of missing this scene, so he left Zhang Changxiu and rushed up a few steps. Pushed the subordinates who were blocking the table to the side, squeezed in by himself, and as soon as his eyes fell on the painting, he blurted out a curse.

All of a sudden, everyone was gathered around the table, their heads clustered. Changle himself was squeezed out.