Chapter 12
Rumors say that among the judges, there are many talented people from the Zhang family, whether they are from their own family or their foreign surnames, they are all outstanding among their peers. There are only two lines that are faulty, one is Zhang Biling, who came to worship yesterday, and the other is Xie Wen, who was named.
Even these two failures are different.
Zhang Biling's family is said to be generally weak in aptitude, so their abilities are limited, but even so, they are ranked above Wen Shi.
As for Xie Wen, he is a god, and he is full of karma, so how can he help others? Therefore, it is useless for him to learn, and he is destined to be expelled.
This matter will become a heart disease for many people, but Xie Wen doesn't seem to care.
He walked past the long famous tree map, neither repelling it to the point of ignoring it, nor stopping to take a closer look at it, but treating it like an ordinary painting. care.
When I smelled it, I finished eating a box of snacks. It was tasteless and tasteless, but it was better than nothing.
He went to the refrigerator to touch a carton of milk again and drank it a few times. The coldness eased the hunger in his body, and he felt better, so he threw the empty box and went back to the living room.
Xia Qiao took advantage of Xie Wen's failure to see him, and folded his hands and kowtowed at him, begging him to help him.
When the smell passed, Xie Wen was standing in front of the patriarch statue.
He seemed to be particularly interested in this place, and his eyes moved from the incense burner full of fine ashes to the word "dustless" and then to the painting. He even reached out and wiped twice on the red robe of the person in the painting.
Xia Qiao almost blurted out: "If you can't do it, you won't want to live if you touch the ancestors!"
He also frowned and said, "What are you touching?"
Xie Wen twisted his fingers.
His fingers were also sickly pale, so the red stain on his thumb stood out. He stared at the smear of red for a few seconds with a strange look, and said, "The color of the robe is very bright."
When he smelled it, his face was sullen and unreasonable.
Xie asked again: "Who painted this?"
Wen Shi finally opened his mouth: "I."
Xie Wen's strange gaze appeared again.
He was very unhappy when he smelled it: "What's the problem?"
Xie asked, "Have you seen him?"
"Who?" Wen Shi didn't respond.
Xie Wen pointed to the portrait.
His question is actually very strange. No one would ask a young man in his twenties: Have you seen someone from thousands of years ago?
But at that moment, Wen Shi didn't realize this.
He was just thinking that he should have never seen the dust before, and even considered that person's apprentice. But that was way too long ago. He has been in the world for 12 rounds, and there is no obstacle between life and death, and he can't remember the appearance of many people.
When I painted this picture, it wasn't Shen Qiao who followed Wen Shi, but his apprentice at the time. The little apprentice prepared everything according to the requirements, but he stood at the desk for a day, but he didn't know how to write.
The little apprentice asked him if there was a mistake in his writing.
He said no, he just couldn't remember what the person to draw looked like.
The little apprentice was very worried. He had never seen Chen Chen before, and could not even find a reference model. He couldn't bear to spend time at the table when he saw and heard, so he looked for the portraits of various gods and Buddhas.
So there was this cobbled together thing.
...
The bell rang suddenly 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 let him go to the side to answer a call, 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, only to realize that it was 6 o'clock, they packed up and set off for the mountain.
The topic just now was interrupted and was not continued. It was nothing to do with small talk, Xie Wen was no longer curious, and when he heard it, he was too lazy to tell a lie.
Xia Qiao hung up the phone, hurriedly took Xie Wen to look at the bedroom, and said apologetically, "I didn't think about it, I should explain the situation when I made an appointment. Today is indeed a special situation, and I can't continue to entertain you. There is a chance."
Wen Shixin said: Yes, I'm still staring at your Xiping Garden, I can't run away.
Xia Qiao added: "I understand renting a house. I must look at a few more, compare and contrast, and pick the one that is most satisfying. I'm just going to see it today. It's normal that it can't be settled. You can go back and think about it?"
Wen Shi hoped that he wouldn't even think about it, he didn't want to have a table full of Manchu and Han people with unknown toxicity wandering around.
Who would have thought that this wish had just emerged, Xie asked and said: "I don't need to think about it. I will rent it. When can I move?"
He was very unhappy when he smelled it.
Xia Qiao was not so obvious, but he said after consideration: "Actually, this community is quite biased, and it is not very convenient or lively to communicate with others."
He glanced at Wen Shi, scratched his head again, and said, "That... I'll be honest, there are actually quite a few good places. There's no need to rush here."
Xie asked: "I think it is necessary."
When smelling: "Why?"
Xie Wen's thumb rubbed his slender index finger knuckles, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were clearly visible.
why?
Because it was the first time he saw someone obediently and obediently offering him an incense case.
Also because...
"I'm catching someone." When he looked at Wen, he suddenly rolled his eyes.
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Just because of this untrue statement, the timid and imaginative Xia Qiao has always been furious.