"Did you say that the master was possessed by an evil thing, a moment ago, he was full of energy and was ready to go to the door master, why did he lean against the window after a while, and he looked like he was going to die." On the long aisle, Yingye cautiously touched Yingyin's arm and asked, looking worriedly at Ah Jiu, who was dressed in a refreshing fugue in space.

"Master, do you still see less of it?" Greet the sound and vomit.

At that time, Ah Jiu held his chin with his hand, thinking about the handsome figure of the door owner for a while, and then thinking of the man in red who seemed to be true or false, indicating that he was very sad.

Good-looking men are generally poisonous, and sure enough, it is a wise saying.

Ah Jiu felt so helpless, but after drinking a drink, he woke up and felt that the world had changed, and even Ah Jiu's own nature had changed.

"Do you think the master looks like a lovesickness?" After a while, Yingye asked worriedly.

"Isn't it, you don't think it's more like the depression of doing something bad and not succeeding?" Yingyin said disdainfully.

A few more days passed in Ah Jiu's restlessness, and seeing that the man in red did not come again, Ah Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Decide to respond to all changes with the same and wait and see what happens.

Thinking of this, Ah Jiu was in a good mood, so he went to find the excitement of the bone painter.

The bone-painter's yard is winter-perennial, and as soon as Ah Jiu stepped into the yard, he felt that the temperature index dropped all the way to a negative index. Ah Jiu silently added a piece of clothing to himself, complaining that he had not improved his living conditions over the years, "Living in such a harsh environment, your future daughter-in-law will definitely not like it." ”

The bone-painter's gaze looked at Ah Jiu leisurely, and then ignored Ah Jiu and devoted himself to writing. I saw the bone painter leaning over, a few ink marks on the antique desk in front of him, the ink was sticky in the dry winter wind, the slender hand held the wolf's hair, the thin face, the sunken eyes, and the focused look was like a shadow of the winter scene.

Ah Jiu held his breath with interest, until the bone painter put down the pen, and the twilight rolled into Ah Jiu's eyes, and the solemn and far-reaching handwriting on the paper reflected in Ah Jiu's eyes. It seems that the fireworks have dispersed, leaving only a corner of Liao Yuan's solemnity.

Snowflakes floated on Ah Jiu's fingertips, and the pear blossoms in the yard were blown all over the ground by the wind, and the faint elegance of the pear blossoms and the paper brought the fragrance of ink in the winter wind.

This is the background of a worldly master.

Ah Jiu said that he seemed to be used to it, and the pear blossom rain and snow fell all year round in the courtyard of the bone painter.

Ah Jiu was speechless and looked at the painted bones dressed in white again, and talked eloquently. "If it weren't for the fact that your eyes and hair are still black, I wouldn't have been able to see that there is another person here."

"Funny?" The bone-painter's face cracked, showing a little annoyance.

"I'm going to apologize to you." Ah Jiu's eyes looked up and down at the bone painter. Inexplicably, I remembered Yingye again when he talked about the deeds of the bone painter running naked in the ghost world, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth again.

"Ah Jiu, I'm not done with you!" The bone painter flicked his sleeves, shaved Ah Jiu fiercely, and walked into the room.

A little boy waiting in the room held an oil-paper umbrella and took the table handed by the bone-painter, and the other child had already warmed up the wine in the house and served the guests.

Before Ah Jiu had time to enjoy the warmth of the house, he heard a ghost singing and singing not far away. Ah Jiu listened carefully, it was a mourning song, and his face changed. What frightened Ah Jiu was that it was a mourning word that was sung in a pleasant tune. Ah Jiu looked at the wine that had just been warmed, and asked with his eyes, "Is this the guest you are waiting for?" Ah Jiu smiled weirdly as he spoke.

There are some eternal feelings that seem frivolous and funny once they lose their respect.

The bone-painter put his hand on the cup and scrubbed it for a moment, smiling without saying a word, staring at the wine in front of him.

The ghost who came was dressed in light yellow clothes, and the wind blowing in the book, and the child respectfully introduced the ghost in yellow clothes into the door.

The bone painter stared thoughtfully at Wu Shengzi, who was dressed in a light yellow suit, and said, "Happy today?" ”

"The Chen Dynasty perished, and the world was unified." Wushengzi pursed the corners of his mouth and said.

Ah Jiu was choked. "The Chen Dynasty is corrupt?"

"I am the dynasty before the Chen Dynasty, a member of the Liang Dynasty." Wu Shengzi looked at Ah Jiu for a while, and then turned back leisurely, looking at the wine in front of him.

Ah Jiu was stunned, is this the so-called drama also has love? Ah Jiu was rare and curious, and couldn't help asking, "What rare story does Liang Chao have?" ”

"Liang Dynasty, there are more legendary stories of the Liang Dynasty." Wushengzi's eyes were in a trance.

"Are you a dramatist? Which play are you best at? Ah Jiu stuck his eyes to Wushengzi like a cat seeing a fish.

"Ha, he's the best at the legend of four acts!" Wuya broke into the door, holding the dust in one hand and touching his long beard with the other, with nostalgia on his face. "When I was telling fortunes on Higashi Street, this was the one that was babbling and singing in the liveliest theater in Kyoto."

"Didn't you turn around and become enlightened?" Ah Jiu smiled meaninglessly at Wu Yazi.

"Ahem, fortune telling is also enlightenment." No cliff forcibly explained.

"You two old acquaintances?" Ah Jiu lowered his eyes and asked.

"It's not." The two glanced at each other and said in unison.

"Would you be interested in singing another one?" Ah Jiu hesitated for a while, his heart itching.

"I'll think about it." Wu Shengzi said.

"Yes." Wu Yazi said.

"Haha, interesting soul encounter." The bone painter knocked on the bowl with chopsticks and smiled.

"You didn't make a living and sang in the past?" Ah Jiu rubbed his brows and looked at Wuyazi.

"How could an old man do such a thing?" Wu Yazi snorted coldly.

"Yes, that's what he does! In the singing department, it is specialized in recruiting talents. "Wushengzi said.

The two ghosts spoke in unison, then looked at each other and turned their heads away.

"Alright, let's sing one." The bone painter makes the final decision.