When I heard it, I had a straight face and ignored it.

Xie Wen asked again: "Who painted this?"

When he heard this, he finally opened his mouth: "I."

Xie Wen's strange look appeared again.

Wen Shi was very unhappy: "What's the problem?"

Xie asked: "Have you seen him?"

"Who?" He didn't react when he heard it.

Xie Wen pointed at the portrait.

His question is actually very strange. No one would ask a young man in his twenties: Have you ever met someone from thousands of years ago?

But at that moment, I didn't realize this when I heard it.

He was just thinking that he should be someone he had never seen before, and could even be regarded as that person's apprentice. But that was too long ago. He had been in the human world for 12 rounds, and he had no worries about life and death.

, I can no longer remember what many people looked like.

When he first painted this painting, the person following Wen Shi was not Shen Qiao, but his apprentice at the time. The apprentice prepared everything as required, but he stood at the table for a whole day, but he didn't know what to do.

Put pen to paper.

The young apprentice asked him if there was a mistake in his writing and ink.

He said no, he just didn't remember what the person he wanted to draw looked like.

The young apprentice was very worried. He had never seen anything before, and he couldn't even find a model to refer to. He couldn't bear to spend time at the table when he was looking at things, so he found pictures of various gods and Buddhas.

So there was this pieced-together thing.

…

Suddenly a bell rang in the room, and when I heard it, I suddenly came back to my senses.

The ringtone came from Xia Qiao's cell phone. He stepped aside to answer the phone and learned that the driver who took them to the funeral box had already set off and was heading here.

Wen Shi glanced at the wall clock and realized that it was 6 o'clock and it was time for them to pack up and set off for the mountain.

The topic just got interrupted and was not continued. It was originally an irrelevant chat, Xie Wen was no longer curious, and Wen Shi was too lazy to tell any more lies.

Xia Qiao hung up the phone, hurriedly took Xie Wen to look at the bedroom, and then said apologetically: "I didn't think about it. I should have explained the situation when making an appointment. Today is really a special situation, and I can't continue to entertain you. I will do more later.

There is a chance.”

Wen Shixin said: Yes, I'm still keeping an eye on your Xiping Garden, I can't run away.

Xia Qiao added: "I know about renting a house. I definitely need to look at several houses, compare them, and choose the one I'm most satisfied with. I'm just going to take a look today. It's normal if I can't decide. You can think about it when you go back?"

Wen Shi hoped that he wouldn't even consider it. He didn't want a Manchu banquet with unknown toxicity wandering around his house.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this wish appeared, Xie Wen said: "There is no need to think about it. I will rent it. When can I move?"

I felt very unhappy when I smelled it.

Xia Qiao was not so obvious, he just said after careful consideration: "Actually, this community is quite remote, the transportation is not very convenient, and it is not lively either."

He glanced at Chao Wenshi, scratched his head and said, "Well... to be honest, there are actually quite a few good places, so there's no need to rush and settle here."

Xie Wen said: "I think it is necessary."

Wenshi: "Why?"

Xie Wen rubbed his long and thin index finger joint with his thumb, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

why?

Because it was the first time he saw someone obediently offering him an incense burner.

Also because...

"I'm arresting someone." When he looked at Wen, he suddenly bent his eyes.

***

Because of this untrue statement, Xia Qiao, who is timid and imaginative, has always been confused.

From 6 o'clock, people who came to see off the Shenqiao for the last time arrived one after another.

Zhang Biling, who had said he would come as soon as possible, did not show up. On the contrary, Xie Wen, who had said he had something to do, never left, standing in the sparse crowd with his black coat.

He offered to send it off, but as the host it was inconvenient to chase him away, so he had to let him follow.

The burial place is a bit far away, the mountains are quite remote, and it's raining, so the road is difficult to walk.

The car carried about ten people and slid slowly in the rain. Xia Qiao sat at the front holding his grandfather's birthday box, and Wenshi sat next to him. Relatives and friends moved back one by one, so most of the people sat in the front half.

In the seat.

When the car started, I glanced back inadvertently.

He originally thought that someone like Xie Wen, who was unfamiliar with this place, would choose to sit alone in the last row, where he would be quiet. Who knew that when he turned around, he saw Xie Wen in the third row, listening to the middle-aged people chatting incessantly.

Talking gossip.

The dialects of those people were very thick and he couldn't understand them when he heard them. He suspected that Xie Wen couldn't understand them either, but the other party looked like he was enjoying them.

When Wen Shi ignored him, he pulled down his hat and leaned against the window, closing his eyes and concentrating.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly heard Xia Qiao calling him softly: "Brother Wen, Brother Wen."

He opened his eyes when he heard it: "What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!