"How did you get here?"

A voice made Gu Huai come back to his senses, and when he looked at it, it was the young maid who was listening to the story in the corner of the wall just now.

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned over pitifully: "It's me who shouldn't have secretly listened to the story... Don't tell Miss, okay? ”

"I didn't come to Xingshi to ask about the crime, just to kill time," Gu Huai knew that he was being sued, "My shop is next door, but I haven't been here once, so I just came to take a look." ”

The maid was obviously relieved: "That's good, that's good, Miss hasn't been in a good mood lately... You can't trouble the young lady anymore. ”

The sound of gongs and drums, the old storyteller changed, the new one was a drama troupe, the voice was a little noisy, Gu Huai frowned, only to feel that he had seen the same, so he nodded to the maid, and wanted to get up after drinking the residual tea.

"Childe, that story..."

Seeing that Gu Huai didn't mean to pursue it, the maid's pitiful expression was replaced by curiosity, and seeing that the most fierce Jiao class master was not there, she had the courage to sit down opposite Gu Huai, and begged: "Can the son finish that story?" ”

Unlike Xiaohuan, who was frightened, the maid in front of her was obviously extremely interested in the story, Gu Huai put down the teacup and smiled a little: "I listen to the story in the hook column, but I have to give money." ”

Ben is also a joke, who knew that the maid put on a sad expression, and after a while, she took out a small bag made of handkerchiefs: "I have no money... Does Childe like to eat osmanthus cake? ”

Gu Huai didn't expect to be able to eat osmanthus cake this season, seeing that the maid was so sincere, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, just biting it gently, his lips and teeth were full of fragrant fragrance.

The smell surprised him a little: "Where did you buy this?" How can it be so delicious? ”

"It's my young lady who makes it herself, every year Miss Osmanthus will pick flowers to dry, and there is not much left," Seeing Gu Huai stretch out his hand again, the maid was a little distressed, but she still didn't come back, "I don't want to eat..."

"I can see that you are very sincere," Gu Huai clapped his hands and cleared the crumbs from his hands, "Then tell the story completely." ”

“... Seeing the evil ghost appear, Wang Sheng was taken aback, and went to find the Taoist priest overnight, the Taoist priest gave him the dust, let it hang on the door, but was still killed by the evil ghost, or the wife of Wang Sheng, even if Wang Sheng was treated harshly, he still went to ask the Taoist priest, cut the evil ghost and did not say, according to the words of the Taoist priest to ask a crazy monk on the street, the old monk asked his wife to swallow the phlegm he spit out, and the wife who returned home spit out the phlegm into Wang Sheng's mouth, Wang Sheng grew a heart again, which saved his life. ”

The original Liaozhai painting skin is naturally much more exciting and complicated, but Gu Huai can't remember some details clearly, but looking at the girl's expression, this story is enough to fool her, at least she didn't say that these two osmanthus cakes are not worth it.

After the story was told, it was natural to say goodbye, but the maid hesitated for a moment and made another request: "Childe, this story... Can you play the tick bar? ”

It looks a little greedy, but in fact, it also shows the honesty of the maid, this kind of brief story, as long as you take it and create it again, you can take it out to tell a story or act with great fanfare, even if Gu Huai wants to investigate, but who can prove that he told this story?

Obviously, he can take it without telling him, but he still asks, and he is really an honest person.

"Yes, but there is one request."

"I don't have any money..."

"It's not about money," Gu Huai looked at the stage, "The signature of the story must be Pu Songling, the name of the story..."

"It's called 'Painted Skin.'"

......

There is a small building behind the fence, some dilapidated, and the maid who ate the last piece of osmanthus cake puts away her handkerchief, and her mind is full of the young man and the somewhat terrifying story just now.

"Painted skin..."

"Xiaoyu? Where have you been? Did you see my manuscript yesterday? A figure leaned out of the window on the second floor of the small building, and the woman who had tied her hair casually with only a red rope squinted slightly, "I can't find it." ”

"Miss, I'm afraid it's at the head of the bed, I put it away yesterday."

The maid Xiaoyu ran into the small building, looked at the young lady who picked up the manuscript and approached her cheek to take a closer look, and was a little happy: "Miss, just now a son told an excellent story, you can write it again, and Liu Lao and they will be able to act." ”

At that moment, Xiaoyu told the story she heard from Gu Huai, and at first the woman just listened quietly, but the more she went to the back of the story, the more solemn her face became.

A brief story is similar to an outline, while a good story can be told in just a few words, and the finer branches depend on the pen of the person who wrote it.

"What a good story," the woman put down her manuscript, her eyes a little blank, "the kind I will never be able to write." ”

"Miss, don't say that, how long has Miss been writing? Even Liu Lao and the others said that Miss is talented," Xiaoyu was a little anxious, "I shouldn't have said it..."

"Does that boy really agree to use this story?"

Xiaoyu was embarrassed to say that she bought it with Miss's osmanthus cake, so she had to lower her head and grind the wooden board with her toes: "He agreed..."

"Tell the truth."

Xiaoyu then told the truth of the matter.

The woman's brows gradually relaxed: "It's just some osmanthus cakes... Most of them are free and easy readers, but this kindness is a little difficult to repay. ”

She turned around and picked up a small box: "That boy lives next door?" Send some more osmanthus cakes, by the way, these jewelry... Xiaoyu, you go to the pawnshop. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiaoyu was a little stunned, these jewelry are the only thoughts of the young lady after her mother went, no matter how bitter she was, she didn't think about pawning in the past, why today...

"I bought the hook bar, Uncle Jiao is a good person, and he still has a family to support, so it's not good to have to pay for a while," the woman's eyes were not good, but she seemed to see Xiaoyu's doubts, "Settle it early, so that Uncle Jiao can rest assured." ”

"But Miss..."

"After all, it's something outside the body, if there is still a chance, redeem it," the woman picked up the box and stroked it lightly for a while, her face was a little reluctant, but she still handed it to Xiaoyu: "As soon as the hook bar is passed, the people in the troupe will not be able to eat, even if they have to close the door, at least they will have to wait until the beginning of spring." ”

Sending away the weeping maid, the woman sighed faintly, put her manuscript aside, and picked up a blank piece of rice paper.

Dip the ink into the pen, it is a delicate hairpin, the story is already there, and then it depends on how she fills this story into an opera that can be put on the stage.

The two small words jumped on the paper, and those haunting stories finally appeared in this world in advance.

"Painted Skin".