Several people at the table walked out, and at this time, in the restaurant, there were still Wang Huojiao sitting by the window.

Haw!

After cleaning all the food on the table, the fat pigeon turned his head from a bowl in front of him and called out to the king firefly at the table.

"After eating, you're lazy, aren't you?" Wang Huofan smiled kindly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were piled together, and he gently scraped the fat bird's chubby neck on the table with his hand.

The fat pigeon shook its feathers in comfort.

"Fourth, Ni must learn to relax and pinch!"

Slowly, he shook out a small handful of yellowish and black tobacco from the cigarette pouch and stuffed it into the sniffer, and Wang Huofan handed the cigarette holder to the fat pigeon's mouth.

"Here, take a puff of cigarettes. ”

Ahem!

"Don't be afraid, take another bite. ”

Seeing Mr. Wei and Yan Xiaoliu, until he couldn't see the two donkey buttocks that were constantly swaying, the scholar walked to Han Qiufen's side, looked around, and whispered a little embarrassed,

"The autumnal equinox... Yesterday I took that mask... I don't know where it fell... I'll see if I can remember what I had missed. ”

Without hesitation, Han Qiufen nodded and said, "Okay." ”

As the two spoke, they walked towards the inn where they had changed their clothes yesterday.

The bell fell, after all, it had nothing to do with the lives of ordinary people, and after yesterday's search by the servants was fruitless, they gave up and returned to the government.

As the sun rises, so do the people on the road.

Jiujin, the "great poet" who drank all night, walked out of the Qinglou and went to the street in Qingpingfang, ready to find a stall to drink some Xiaozhou and go to have a hangover.

"Boss, come with a bowl of white porridge, cut oil cakes, and two pickles. I found a porridge stall on the side of the road, pulled a chair, sat down, rubbed my forehead with one hand, and shouted at the stall owner.

There are a lot of people coming and going, but there are not many people in the stalls, and many places are empty.

A few beggars were still wandering outside the porridge stall, and a few hawkers who had picked up the stalls and secretly sold vegetables, shouting cautiously while keeping an eye out for the street servants.

What poem did I write last night?

Oh oh oh!

Money is not before, wine is not long, silver is money, water is wine......

What kind of bullshit did you......

Uninspired last night......

That little lady must not be good-looking enough!

Definitely!

Waiting for the porridge to come up, the nine catties who drank it couldn't help but think about what they did last night.

"Uncle! Uncle! At first glance, you are the dragon and phoenix among the people, and you are magnificent, and you are extravagant! Uncle, the drop of oil leaking from your finger is enough for me to enjoy, uncle!"

Oh yo...... Who is this, the words are quite neat, like Allegro, Jiujin raised his buried head and looked at the person who spoke.

What caught my eye was a black oily, flattering face.

Beggar......

Jiujin's freshly aroused interest disappeared in an instant, and he reached into his arms and groped for it.

Hey......

What is it......

Pull it off.

It was a mask with a human face on a white background, and a few pieces of silver fell to the ground along the way.

Looking at the mask on his hand, Jiujin didn't take care of the scattered silver that fell on the ground, and the beggar picked it up.

"Guest officer, your porridge, oil cakes, and side dishes are ready!

Where did I get the mask......

But

This painting is really realistic.

put the mask beside him, Jiujin picked up the porridge spoon, ate and drank, drank wine all night, and sour water came out of his stomach.

After eating and eating stopped for about half an hour, Jiujin stood up contentedly.

There was still a little bit of loose silver left in his bosom, and he took it out and put it on the table.

Jiujin was not in a hurry to leave, stepped on one end of the chair, leaned sideways on the edge of the table, and picked up the mask again to observe.

Then gently put it on the face.

Oh yo.....

It's a normal mask.

I didn't see much in the years of growth, and the nine catties performed by Zhiwei were actually a little worried, in case it was written in the novel, and this mask couldn't be taken off when I put it on, then I wouldn't be finished.

Since this can be worn and taken off, it doesn't matter, to be honest, this feels excellent texture, plus this excellent painting skills, and simple and good taste, nine catties really can't put it down.

By the way, ask the stall owner to find a mirror, and if you don't have a good time, you can find a tank of water, and look like me wearing a mask.

He helped the four corners of the mask, shook his robe, and stood up.

In front of him was a large cauldron that was raised high, about elbow-high, steaming hot, and the stall owner was constantly stirring, with some anxiety and helplessness in his eyes, and the stall owner wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his hand sleeve.

"This porridge can't be sold..."

Jiujin, who was walking towards the stall owner, suddenly stagnated, he looked at the stall owner who was stirring porridge in front of him, and then looked at a few beggars not far away, under the root of the wall.

"Hey......

patted his sleeve pocket, and there was a jingling sound from inside, and Jiujin let out a strange laugh.

The bloodshot eyes after the hangover were hidden behind the mask at this time.

But the eyes on the mask were bloodshot at some point.

The lips on the mask also opened up a little arc.

"Hey, hey..."