Huarong looked in the direction pointed by the store, it was gray, and she couldn't see clearly, "Is he still living there? What's his name?" Huarong held the packaged painting in her hand, thinking about going Visit one or two.
The shopkeeper's face was a little weird, and finally he said with emotion: "He is thin and thin, and he doesn't like to talk on weekdays. He knows how to draw all day long. People like us don't know what his name is. That's what the skinny guy said, by the way, in the late autumn of the year before last, he starved to death in the thatched hut where he lived" In the end, as if affirming the ending of such a story, "Wellstarved to death gone."
Huarong trembled suddenly, and asked in a daze, "Did you starve to death? How could you starve to death?"
The store owner Qi laughed out loud, "The girl was born rich, how would she know how that kind of person would starve to death?" This sentence seemed to be said to Huarong and to himself, and then explained He waved his hand, "Anyway, I'm starving to death It's all bad luck" As he said, he walked into the long table, stretched himself, yawned, and seemed to be falling asleep again.
Hua Rong understood and didn't ask any more questions. Although she still felt a little regretful, she took Hua Lu and was about to leave. Suddenly, the shopkeeper suddenly said inexplicably: "If the girl is free, you can go to the Mo Baoxuan in Dongtou, as well as the Suiyu Pavilion and the pattern shop. I don't know if you can find that guy's paintings."
"Huh?" Huarong looked back at the sleepy shopkeeper behind the tall long table in surprise, and was about to ask some questions, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she saw that the shopkeeper fell asleep immediately, and there were a few snoring sounds from time to time, Hua Rong could only give up, thanked her, and led Hua Lu away.
After Huarong left, the snoring in the shop stopped abruptly, the shopkeeper opened his eyes soberly, got up and walked to the door, looked towards the west direction, and sighed.
Thin man Your paintings are also appreciated. Although it is a girl's family, that girl has seen the world
After two or three cups of tea, it was the appointed time. Hua Yu got up and urged Xiang Ziyu to leave, "Huainan, it's time, it's time to go. Don't miss the appointed time."
"Wait." Xiang Ziyu has been drinking tea absent-mindedly. The tea has already cooled completely, but his eyes are fixed on the painting shop opposite downstairs, "Wait until I finish this tea." Like As if making up his mind, he added another sentence.
Hua Yu said helplessly: "You've been drinking this tea for half an hour. What are you waiting for? Hurry up, it's not good to be late. After all, we are the ones asking for help." As he spoke, he moved closer to Xiang Ziyu's side, Looking in his direction, the streets walked by in twos and threes were busier than the empty one just now.
Xiang Ziyu was startled, the teacup in his hand almost fell off, and he glared at Hua Yu pretending to be angry, "What are you doing? You approached so suddenly?"
Hua Yu smiled, "If you want to leave, you insist on drinking tea there, but you don't seem to be drinking tea, but you seem to be waiting for someone, let me see who you are waiting for. "
Xiang Ziyu blushed as if he had been exposed, and denied angrily: "Who said I was waiting for someone?! Who can I wait for here? I just want to finish this tea, so I can't waste it."
Hua Yu burst out laughing, "OkayEven if what you said is true, there is only one sip left, you should drink it quickly, there is no time."
Xiang Ziyu frowned, sighed regretfully, and drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, "Hiss" It was really cold Then he pushed Hua Yu resentfully, " Okay, finish drinking, let's go, I really don't know what you're in a hurry for? They say you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, look at you, that's it."
Hua Yu couldn't express his suffering, and didn't bother to argue with Xiang Ziyu, so he grabbed his arm, picked up the two umbrellas beside the chair, and dragged him downstairs, "Anyway, hurry up, wait until there , it's almost time."
Xiang Ziyu let out a disgruntled "Oh", then looked back reluctantly, and then followed Hua Yu downstairs and left.
After leaving the teahouse, the two walked side by side. The sky became more and more gloomy, as if an unprecedented heavy rain was brewing, and people seemed to perceive it. The number of people on the street suddenly increased, and they were in a hurry. I want to rush home.
Xiang Ziyu looked back from time to time, and Hua Yu beside him couldn't help but say: "What are you looking at? In the end"
Before he finished speaking, Xiang Ziyu patted him on the shoulder with a cheer, "Well, you go there first, I'll be there in a while." Then, he took out an oil-paper umbrella from Hua Yu's hand, Then he walked in the opposite direction, his eyes fixed on a touch of crescent moon, like the only bright color in this gloomy sky.
"Hey! No!" Hua Yu was shocked, and quickly turned around and reached out to grab Xiang Ziyu, who knew that the boy Xiang Ziyu ran extremely fast, as if he had just met his heart.As if, turning around, the person has already run a long way.
Hua Yu hurriedly shouted: "Hey! Where are you going?! It's time! We have to go?! No, where are you going?" The street was crowded with people, and Xiang Ziyu's bulging hair could only be seen from a distance. wear.
Just as Hua Yu was about to chase after him, he heard Xiang Ziyu's response from afar: "You go first, stabilize the situation, I'll be there in a while, I'll be there in a while!" Hua Yu looked at Xiang Ziyu who was submerged in the crowd , sighed, turned and left
Hua Lu followed closely behind Hua Rong, looked up at the sky, and said worriedly: "Miss, it looks like it's going to rain soon, and it probably won't be too rainy."
Huarong heard the words and glanced at the gloomy sky. Compared with the dark clouds hanging high in the morning, there seemed to be more and more dark clouds at this time, piled up together, almost as if they were close at hand.
"Then let's hurry up, that Mobao Pavilion seems to be not far from here, but we are not afraid of rain, didn't we bring an umbrella?"
"That's true, but, miss, the slaves always feel that the sky is gloomy and unspeakably uncomfortable."
"Maybe the rainy days in Chang'an are like this" Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of "tick-tick-tick", and the bean-sized water drops rolled down from the sky one by two, and Hua Rong subconsciously reached out to catch them. Hold on, the water drops hit the palm of the hand and turned into a small pool, "The rain in Chang'an is much heavier than that in Jiangnanand it falls with great force"
As soon as the voice fell, the ticking sound suddenly turned into a clattering sound, and the torrential rain poured down, sweeping the world mercilessly, and the bustling streets suddenly became smooth, let alone people None can breathe.
Hua Lu hurriedly opened the umbrella, and couldn't help complaining: "It's not only big, but it also falls down quickly!" The oil-paper umbrella painted with ink opened to cover Hua Lu and Huarong's heads. The oil-paper umbrella was big enough for two people. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com