"Waist fan?"

Mizusawa was stunned, but the girl outside the window was still waving.

Before the minibus left, I was afraid that his hair would be stuck at the head of the bed, so I thoughtfully tied him to the back of his head.

The window can only reveal Mizuzawa's head, and the doctor also helped him wipe his face, and now he looks quite delicate, with a scholarly spirit.

Although it is strange, after all, there has been no normal person to talk to him for many years, which also makes him some interested.

"Little sister, how much is it?"

"Little brother! Five copper plates! ”

The girl excitedly stretched out a hand to the window and gestured to Mizusawa.

"Come up, I'll see what they are."

"Okay!"

The girl nodded vigorously, and disappeared from Mizusawa's sight with a trot.

After a while, he heard a cacophony of voices coming from downstairs.

"I've said it a few times, if you dare to come to my store to sell something, I'll throw you and your pile of broken fans to the side of the street!"

The innkeeper blocked the door menacingly, his eyes full of impatience.

"There's a guy upstairs who wants to buy my fan!"

The girl looked at the boss angrily, still standing a little timid outside the door and not daring to enter.

"Who is blind? Will buy you this broken fan? Yes? ”。

"Just like the waste young master in your house, everything made from waste is also garbage, don't stop my business here!"

Several shopkeepers also came over and drove the girl to the side of the street with a broom in their hands.

The diners in the restaurant are also accustomed to it and don't pay much attention to it.

After all, Hao Qibin, the son of the Hao family, is a famous waste in Qinglong Town.

Although it was a famous family a hundred years ago, who knew that it would suddenly decline overnight.

All the poultry fields were taken away by the government, and the whole family was left with a single seedling, and the rest of the people either hanged themselves or were assassinated.

Everyone knows that this must be someone the Hao family who should not be provoked.

Otherwise, how could a Taibao family disappear overnight, as if he didn't exist at all.

And this young master Hao Qibin, since he was born, he came with a golden soup spoon in his mouth, where has he suffered anything.

I can't do dirty work, so I can only make a living by painting and selling some fans.

"Maybe, it's the emperor who provokes it."

"Just that Hao Qibin, it is estimated that he was born with a maid to escape such a catastrophe"

"Who says it's not, Taibao, that's it, although under one person in Kyoto, Bao Buqi did something to provoke the dragon's anger."

"Don't talk about this, eat, eat."

The girl was pushed out by the broom, staggered half a step and did not stand firmly, and was about to fall to the ground.

A hand suddenly appeared from the bottom up, and firmly held the girl's shoulder with his arm.

The minibus quickly kicked the fan that was about to land, and it fell right back into the girl's arms.

"Why are you so rude, should you treat girls like this?"

The minibus looked displeased, holding a large bag of things in his left hand, and pushed up with his right hand to make the girl stand firmly.

"Thank you, sir."

The girl looked up and saw the handsome face of the minibus, and couldn't help but blush her cheeks.

"This guest officer, you don't know, she's a fan seller."

Dian Xiaoer explained.

"You can't do this to a woman for sale or something!"

Since Mizusawa told him about the so-called chivalry spirit, the minibus's pure desire to protect the disadvantaged has become extremely thorough.

After all: what Mizusawa instilled in him was the generosity and courage of chivalry that sacrificed all his strength and even his life for the oppressed and the compulsed!

This also convinced him that it was understandable that women were vulnerable.

"Oh, you're back, uncle"

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands, trotted over, took the pile of things from the minibus, and smiled flatteringly.

When he came in the morning, it was called a big shot.

Ten taels of silver, without blinking his eyes, he was about to go to the room with a wounded man on his back.

When the shopkeeper saw the girl standing beside the minibus, the momentum suddenly came up again, and he stretched out his hand to push it.

"Get out of the way, don't dirty your uncle's eyes!"

The minibus stepped forward, and the displeasure in his eyes became even stronger, and the consequences of this boss daring to move forward would be unimaginable.

At this time, above the second floor, Mizusawa's lazy voice came out, which could be regarded as easing the atmosphere here.

"Minibus, I'm back, that girl is looking for me, let's come up together"

This also made the boss nod a little embarrassed, and looked at the girl with obvious anger in his eyes, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Uncle's side..."

As he spoke, he glared at the girl viciously, and that look seemed to say that you were waiting for you to come down.

The girl stuck out her tongue at the boss and grimaced indifferently, and obediently followed the minibus towards the second floor.

"I've bought all the straw paper you wanted."

The minibus pulled out a thick pile of straw paper from its large pocket and threw it on the table.

"Why is that pocket so big?"

Mizusawa looked at the embarrassed face of the minibus suspiciously, he seemed to think of an indisputable fact!

"Why don't you buy a bunch of useless stuff again!"

The whole person walked over quickly, as if he had forgotten the pain in his lower back.

Tearing open the bag, the contents made Mizusawa a little dazzled.

"Windmills... Sugar Painting... Satin! Clay! ”

"What are you doing with so many silk clothes! Can you wear it every day! ”

"Why can't I wear it..."

The minibus pouted and was pushed aside by Mizuzawa, a little aggrieved.

"How much was spent?"

"How much it spent!"

He stared at the minibus and asked loudly.

"It's only more than three hundred taels... As for throwing such a big tantrum..."

"Three hundred!"

"Do you know how many demon beasts I have to kill in exchange for three hundred taels!"

"You money-losing goods, you don't dare to fight, you dare to spend money!"

Looking at Mizuzawa's tense appearance, the girl looked at the minibus shrunk in the door frame with some distress, not daring to raise her eyes.

"That's... Little brother... Do you still buy folding fans? ”

The girl was really embarrassed, seeing Mizusawa's menacing appearance, she wanted to leave, but the minibus was still leaning against the door.

That handsome face is also a little funny at the moment.

He turned his head and remembered that there was also a girl selling folding fans.

He glared at the minibus cowering on the door panel again.

"Hey... Someday it will make you angry to death"

Mizusawa sat down on a chair and beckoned to the girl.

"Come on, let me see what kind of fan they are~"

The girl pulled several waist fans out of her arms, slowly opened them and placed them on the table in front of Mizuzawa.

The fans are different, and in Mizusawa's impression of the early Tang Dynasty, most of them are oval-shaped fans.

And here, there are not only fans painted with scenery, but also foldable waist fans.

The fan bone is bamboo, and the fan paper does not know what is mixed with it, and it has a gentle texture to the touch.

But it also made Mizusawa sense a hint of other flavors.

This taste is like a dream, like what you see every day and like the dream of mortal people.

Mizusawa frowned, thinking to the girl that he didn't like the paintings of these fans, and quickly explained.

"Little brother, this is only a part, and some of the better artistic conceptions are in my son-in-law's yard, if you want, you can go back with me"

"Mood?" Mizusawa turned his head, and the smell on the fan made him wonder, "What artistic conception do you say?" ”

The girl waved her hand, "Hehe, I don't know much about my little brother, but my son-in-law said that it can make the appreciator resonate through association, and the thoughts and feelings are infected."

"Yes, I want to see it"

Mizusawa nodded thoughtfully, the smell on it and the texture on the folding fan made him feel that it was not simple.

There's a problem, but if you don't see the person who painted, you can't figure it out.

The girl's eyes were even more excited when she heard this, and it was estimated that she had not met someone who admired his son's paintings like this for a long time.

The girl's name is Xiaomei, and she is a maid born in the Hao family since she was a child.

Since the fall of the Hao family, she has been by the side of the weak Hao Qibin at a young age, helping him sell his paintings, which can be regarded as a simple survival.

Under her leadership, we walked through the streets of all sizes, deviated from the center of the town, and arrived at a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere.

"My son-in-law is relatively weak, so I am selling paintings, and he is responsible for painting at home."

Xiaomei said as she walked, as long as she mentioned her son-in-law, she could make her eyebrows flutter.

There were no trees in the courtyard, but Mizusawa could see some dead leaves scattered on the ground.

I couldn't help but murmur softly, "Why are there so many dead leaves?" ”

"Why, why didn't I see it?"

The minibus swept around suspiciously and asked rhetorically.

"Shut up, waste without static capture capabilities"

Mizusawa gave him a blank look.

And that smell is even deeper when it enters the courtyard.

"Mizusawa, do you really like those fans?"

The minibus carried him behind the girl, and he didn't think that Mizusawa was a literate literati who liked landscapes and landscapes.

Only then did he have some doubts and asked in a low voice.

"Shut up, you should still be repenting of the money you just spent, let that silver forgive you"

Mizusawa snorted angrily.

It was noon, and the sound of birdsong outside the courtyard was fading away, as if they didn't want to get close to it.

The paper that had been splashed with ink hung haphazardly in the courtyard.

If you look closely, some of them are painted with birds and beasts, some are landscapes, and more are black ink smeared indiscriminately.

"Little brother, you two wait a minute, I'll call Childe out!"

Xiaomei ran into the house quickly, and then saw a young man follow her out.

His body and face were covered with dry ink, some of which looked like they had been stained when he first painted, and his dirty face looked messy.

But his eyes were extremely clear, and only a faint mark between his eyebrows made him a little unable to see.

"You're here to buy my paintings, aren't you?"

Hao Qibin ran over excitedly and grabbed Mizuzawa's hand, those eyes flashed as if to say, confidant! Finally met the person who admired him!

"Yes, yes..."

Mizusawa withdrew his hand with some gratitude, and his eyes signaled the injuries on his body.

This made Hao Qibin rub his hands in embarrassment, but when he looked at Shui Ze again, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly covered it up, and then after he and Xiaomei cleaned up, several people sat down in the courtyard.

Hao Qibin looked like a scholar, his body seemed to be a little weak, and he was a little trembling when the wind blew on the stool.

"Sir, there are no trees and flowers in this yard, why are there so many dead leaves?"

Mizusawa didn't talk about painting, but asked about the doubts in his heart.

"These...".

Hao Qibin smiled slightly, didn't seem to feel anything, and explained.

"I don't know, but in my memory, these dead leaves will always exist, when I was a child, some corners of the yard at home, or the window will inexplicably appear this kind of dead leaves, although some look different, but the sweep can't be clean, just let it be like this"

"Until now, I think these dead leaves are like those deceased elders, who accompany me every day, although people will die, but thoughts will not, right?"

Xiaoba nodded thoughtfully, as if he agreed with him.

Mizusawa asked again.

"Sir, have you ever observed these dead leaves?"

Hao Qibin was stunned for a moment, and was just about to introduce his painting, when his lips trembled lightly and he exhaled softly.

"It's just a few withered leaves, and even if it was once full of life, it's now just a piece of dust that is about to sink into the dust, and there's nothing to observe..."

Hao Qibin shook his head with a wry smile, he felt that this person was not attracted because of the painting, and his expression was a little depressed.

"But the end of the old life represents the hope of a new life."

"It's just like your paintings."

Gently smacking the minibus, Mizusawa pointed to a folding fan hanging on a pole in the courtyard, "I want this fan." ”

"Sir, this..."

Hao Qibin was slightly surprised, his lips opened slightly, and without saying a word, he saw a piece of silver in front of him on the table.

Leaving behind a piece of silver, he slowly disappeared into the courtyard with the support of the minibus.

In the courtyard, Hao Qibin had a heavy silver in his hand, looking at the back of the two of them leaving in astonishment, and he slowly left a line of tears in his eyes, I don't know if he met someone he met, or Mizuzawa's words.

"Childe, why are you crying, isn't this selling for money?"

Xiaomei looked at him puzzled.

"Sold for money..."

"Sold for money..."

His murmurs were sometimes sighing, sometimes lonely.

lowered his eyebrows, thought for a few breaths and looked at Xiaomei who was puzzled.

He pursed his lips and chuckled, his eyes full of love.

"Xiaomei has worked hard, we eat roast chicken at night, what do you think?"

"Okay! That's thank you Childe~"

The dead leaves in the courtyard did not move, but the paper rattled.

Mizusawa and the two sat in the guest room, holding the folding fan and looking at the butterflies on the fan in deep thought.

The butterflies are very beautiful, as beautiful as the autumn moon and spring flowers, and they seem to be flying on the surface of the fan.

"What's wrong with you? I don't remember you having such a hobby."

The minibus was eating candy people, and he glanced at Mizusawa and was a little puzzled, a big old man, and he was still a whole scene.

Mizusawa sighed, from the mouths of those people who ate in the inn today, gossiping and meeting today, he should have guessed four or five points of this.

"Why do I think you have a problem with your sense of smell?"

He looked at the minibus that was still a candy man, and his eyes were a little disgusted.

"What's wrong with me?"

The minibus looked at him puzzled, and threw a candy man into his mouth.

"Then don't you smell that there is a faint demonic aura in that courtyard?"

"Demonic spirit? No, maybe I didn't stick out my tongue."

The minibus continued to eat disapprerovingly.

"Ugh..."

He sighed, looking at the heartless appearance of the minibus, and felt angry.