This is a beautiful painting.
The beauty in a red wedding dress has her back to everyone.
There are flowers blooming like claws all around.
A long river flows in front of you.
Look carefully, there is an ancient house on the upper reaches of the river.
The beauty put her hand into the river water, her figure graceful.
Her long black hair hung down to her waist and also to the ground.
Lifelike.
Grandpa held the ancient painting in his hands and looked at it for a moment. A smile of hope appeared on his face, but the smile immediately faded away.
"This is a good thing, but I can't afford it, old man."
The old man said seriously.
He has a vicious eye, and his life savings is simply not enough to buy this painting.
"You don't need to buy it. If the person inside agrees, I will give this painting to you for free. This will fulfill one of my wishes."
The black-faced stall owner laughed.
Grandpa's face was hesitant. He understood the principle of no reward for no merit more profoundly than ordinary people.
What does this black-faced man mean by giving away such a precious thing for free?
Grandpa Shen Fan suddenly said: "How many tigers are there on the mountain?"
"Three strikes to the tigress."
After the two of them played charades and asked and answered questions, they suddenly burst into laughter.
"Okay, I'll find a marriage partner for my grandson, and you'll win some virtue for yourself. Let's each get what we need!"
Grandpa seemed to be completely relieved. He put the ancient painting into Shen Fan's hand and began to mutter something.
What he said was the same as what he asked for in the graveyard last night.
Grandpa's words were so loud that he almost burst into tears in this big banyan tree ghost market.
"Girl, my grandson of the old Shen family is a single descendant. I was implicated and suffered a big disaster today. If the girl is unmarried, I hope you can marry my grandson.
My great kindness and kindness will never be forgotten by my old Shen family, and I will enshrine the girl’s shrine from generation to generation. Let the girl’s ghostly body be reincarnated as soon as possible.”
Shen Fan, who was holding the ancient painting in his hand, suddenly trembled.
He felt that the ancient painting in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a bone-eroding force, just like ten thousand ants, constantly crawling in and out of his body from the ancient painting.
This feeling of discomfort made Shen Fan want to throw away the ancient painting.
"Hold tight!" Grandpa Shen Fan blew his beard and shouted sharply.
Shen Fan was startled and subconsciously grabbed the ancient painting tightly.
Strange to say, this ancient painting was still bitingly cold just now, but then a warmth spread out and poured into his limbs and bones, making him feel indescribably comfortable.
Seeing the comfortable expression on Shen Fan's face, Grandpa couldn't help but be overjoyed. Even the black-faced stall owner opposite, who was staring at Shen Fan solemnly and unblinking, was now strangely smiling.
It seemed as if I had just made a big deal and made a huge profit.
But obviously, his ancient paintings were given as gifts.
Both of them seemed to have let go of the big things on their minds.
"It's finally done."
The old man's old face was like a taut string being loosened. After his spirit suddenly relaxed, he almost lost his balance and fell backwards.
A sudden gust of wind blew from behind, stabilizing Grandpa's figure.
Grandpa cupped his hands into the air beside him and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, girl."
He patted Shen Fan next to him on the head and said loudly: "Kneel down quickly and thank your wife for being willing to marry you and save your life."
"Daughter-in-law, how come you have a wife?"
Shen Fan was confused, but he still obeyed and knelt down on the ground.
But before his knees had time to touch the ground, another strong wind suddenly blew out from the ancient painting.
Shen Fan only felt an ecstatic feeling coming from under his knees.
It was as if a pair of invisible gentle hands were placed between the knees and the ground.
Before he could marvel, another soft voice came to his ears: "Ms. sir, since this little girl has agreed to you, you are my husband.
A man kneels to the sky, to the ground, and in the middle to the emperor and master.
How can there be any reason to kneel down and kowtow to your own wife?"
"Who is it? Why does your voice sound so nice!"
Shen Fan was shocked. He turned his head and looked around, but he couldn't figure out where the sweet girl's voice came from.
As expected, the black-faced stall owner confiscated the money, looked at the old man with satisfaction, and left with his grandson.
But the moment the two people's backs disappeared, the friendly and kind smile suddenly stopped, and their eyes were filled with relief.
Liu Hou looked at this dark-faced man.
This guy's appearance looks a bit familiar, after recalling it carefully.
Liu Hou suddenly remembered.
I've seen him myself.
I saw it in Shen Fan's memory.
In the past, when Shen Fan was fifteen years old, he attended Yong Wei's birthday party.
Isn't Wen Ying's father who sent Wen Ying to her birthday party the same black-faced man?
It seems that that ancient painting, with the black-faced man struggling, is quite embarrassing.
He was eager to send it away.
The old man led Shen Fan out of the Big Banyan Tree Ghost Market. He felt as if a thousand kilograms of weight had been lifted off his body, and his steps were very brisk.
Although Shen Fan was ignorant, he still vaguely understood something and asked his grandfather happily: "Grandpa, does my wife live in this ancient painting?"
Grandpa's face didn't look good. He seemed to be worried about something, but he didn't show it.
He just nodded and said: "Yes, from now on you have a wife.
She will protect you for the rest of your life, and you must listen to your wife from now on."
"Yeah. I know, I must listen to my wife. The black-faced stall owner looks scary, but he is such a good person. He even gave us such a beautiful ancient painting."
Nine-year-old Shen Fan still knew that he had to give money to buy things, and if he didn't give money, he would let the owner of the stuff get away from him. Even the stingy boss of the Dundu agency store wouldn't do it.
This black-faced stall owner is not a good person. What is he?
"A good person?" Grandpa's face was uncertain: "This guy is not a good person. He probably does a lot of harmful things. Otherwise, why would he give us ancient paintings for no reason?"
"Isn't he a good person?" Shen Fan didn't understand.
Grandpa shook his head, but did not answer. He just urged: "Hurry up, let's rush back to Shangdundu overnight."
After saying this, Grandpa said nothing more.
The route they took back to Shield Crossing was also very circuitous, as if the old man was deliberately taking a detour to erase all traces of their return.
To use a popular saying, it is counter-reconnaissance.
On the way back, Shen Fan asked his grandfather again: "By the way, grandpa, do you know what my wife's name is? She has such a nice voice, and her name must be beautiful too?"
"She said she would tell you her daughter-in-law's name and date of birth in person. Then we will ceremonially engrave her."
When the art of dream painting came to this point, the old man who had been standing by and watching suddenly spoke to Liu Hou beside him.
"Hey, Mr. Liu. Maybe you have a lot of doubts. Let's listen to what the old man has to say.
All these are sins I made when I was young."
The old man sighed deeply and told the story of the cause and effect: "Back then, I studied with a master in the mountains and learned the Luban technique from the master.
When he was young and vigorous, he returned to the village and took over the tools from his father and became a carpenter.
My craftsmanship is superb, even far surpassing that of my father. I became famous all of a sudden, and all the villagers from all over the country came to me to build furniture and houses.
But walking by the river all year round, there is no one who doesn’t get wet feet.
Chapter completed!