"Let's take a look at the lime basin. Maybe we can find something from those handwritings?" Fang Wu looked at the house again, and when he saw the traces of soil being turned under the tree in the distance, he suddenly remembered that.
Fake suicide note.
"It's not a big thing, but you look like that? You almost gave it to me, I have a headache when I see you." Zhang Xuan nodded and took another handle made of rope from Fang Wu.
Fang Wu snorted coldly, "This guy is obviously not bad, but he's just a bitch with a tough mouth."
She complained in her heart, but her legs and feet quickly followed her.
All I could see was that inside a lime basin, it was wet, dust, paper scraps and soil were mixed together, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.
"These stupid young people don't know how to take things back into the house on a rainy day." Zhang Xuan kicked the wall and cursed.
"You said it too. It's a rainy day, why don't you come out and clean it up?" Fang Wu squatted down and looked through it bit by bit.
"After receiving my money, what are you going to do if you don't do things well?" Zhang Xuan took it as a matter of course.
"Then you still accepted my master's money. That's not necessarily true. You have a good face towards my master." Fang Wu retorted.
"Huh. Your master? Anyway, he doesn't want to spend the money in his hands, so why not give it to me. Alas, where is your master?"
Zhang Xuan originally said with disdain, but suddenly his eyes widened and he tugged Fang Wudao,
Yes. Where is the master? Fang Wu was also stunned, as if she hadn't seen him in the Yamen in the morning.
"I don't know, I didn't see him in the Yamen." Fang Wu raised his head and said.
She didn't quite understand why Zhang Xuan was so anxious every time Ji Xuan disappeared.
"Okay, take those with me and come with me, we'll be tossing about them day by day." Zhang Xuan was annoyed, holding the bundle of things and stepping on them, causing mud to fly everywhere, and the crackling sound made people have a headache.
Fang Wu waited for Zhang Xuan to go out, then picked up the lime basin, found something to cover it with, and quickly followed him.
To the north of the Bazi Hutong, I could only hear the knocking on the door, but no one responded for a long time.
"Ji Xuan, Ji Xuan, Ji Xuan."
The voice echoed, and for some reason, Fang Wu felt empty in his heart when he listened to Zhang Xuan's urgent breathing.
"What are you making a noise about? Mr. Ji went out early in the morning." I don't know when it was, but an old woman carrying a swill bucket came out and watered the roots of the tree cleanly.
"when."
"Chenshi." The aunt looked at the two of them suspiciously, then said something and went into the house, slamming the door hard, as if she was venting her indifference to them at noon.
Zhang Xuan glanced at Fang Wu: "Are you sure you didn't see your master in the yamen?"
Fang Wu nodded subconsciously and said, "Probably not."
"It's true that an unreliable master raised an unreliable apprentice." Zhang Xuan followed up one sentence after another, as if he had finally caught someone else's handle: "I'm really unlucky to have you two in this life.
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Zhang Xuan's scolding frightened Fang Wu back again and again.
But Zhang Xuan had no time to take care of Fang Wu, so he just walked towards the Yamen in a few steps.
While saying, "You shouldn't have lost your direction, right?"
He thought to himself, even though it was rainy weather, Ji Xuan had not really turned around after walking in this eight-character alley for more than ten years, right?
It took Fang Wu a while to catch up, but she was confused. She really couldn't figure out why Zhang Xuan was so nervous.
The heavy rain had just passed, and the water in the cracks in the ground was dripping. Ji Xuan followed the child step by step. After walking all morning, she saw the child going up the hillside and turning into a pile of snow-white bricks.
Although Ji Xuan was a little hesitant, she quickly followed him.
Among the snow-white bricks, there were bunches of daffodils that had not yet bloomed. However, Ji Xuan had no intention of admiring the pink and shy flowers.
There was only one pair of eyes staring closely at the child. The child may have noticed Ji Xuan and walked faster and faster.
The further inside, the daffodils grow shorter and shorter, as if they don't see the sun on weekdays.
The rain on the ground gradually disappeared, and I could only feel a slight coolness in the air.
While Ji Xuan was running around, she would cover her clothes from time to time.
The pure white marble was so smooth that not a single footstep could be heard as they came and went. It was so quiet that people unconsciously paid attention to their actions.
Ji Xuan followed carefully, going around one watchtower after another among the bricks and tiles, and noticed row after row of daffodils that were getting smaller and more delicate.
The child suddenly started running, turned into a brick alley with rows of sunflowers, and ran into the arms of a woman whose hands were full of window flowers.
"Mom, you're done. I feel like someone is following me."
The impact of the child was so strong that the woman stepped back repeatedly. Ji Xuan gave her a hand and said, "Watch your step."
Ji Xuan said that after the woman stood firm, she immediately let go of her hand and squatted on the ground to pick up the falling window grilles and observe them carefully.
The window grilles are lifelike, like a touch of green in the cold winter months.
"Does Madam sell window decorations here? How do you sell them?"
Ji Xuan looked at it and hesitantly handed the window grille in his hand back to Madam.
"No, people are never allowed to set up stalls in this post. I just thought it would be convenient for the neighbors to come and go, so I made it myself and gave it to everyone. It's not something expensive, it's just a thought." The woman protected the child and received it.
Come to the window grille.
"That's it. It looks like your skills are pretty good." Suddenly, Ji Xuan thought of the paper-cut portrait of a big man that Fang Wu and the others brought back from the mountain yesterday: "I'd like to ask, can you cut a human portrait?"
"It's natural, it's just a way." The woman's words were so subtle that even a very ordinary sentence made people turn around again and again.
Ji Xuan looked over carefully. She was wearing a simple dress with very nice flaps at the waist. Looking up, she had an oval face and a few strands of hair on her forehead, fluttering in the wind. She looked very weak.
, although the small stature restrains a child, it still gives people an indescribable power.
"Can you cut a small portrait of you for me?" Ji Xuan thought for a moment and asked.
"What do you mean, sir?" the woman took a few steps back and yelled.
Ji Xuan was taken aback by these words. He didn't expect such a petite woman to be so courageous, and then he realized that he was being abrupt.
How can anyone ask for a small portrait from a woman they have never met? Even a married woman cannot do this.
Although he just wanted to take the small statue to see how the big man would react, it was inappropriate to ask for it so presumptuously.
Ji Xuan also took a step back and smiled slightly: "Madam, I misunderstood. I was presumptuous, and I was just curious for a moment. Does Madam live in this post? Can she go elsewhere? Has this window grille never been betrayed? Or is there anyone looking for it?
Madam, why do people cut their portraits?"
Ji Xuan tried his best to speak politely, but he was unwilling to cause any inconvenience rashly.