The day I ran away with my fiancé

Chapter 26 You stepped on my foot

Jing Shangyuanhe was a man of his word, after dinner, he took Shenlan and Youhong to the old Orion's cabin to inquire about the situation of the foreigner.

Xuanyan strolled to light Jing Shangyuan and the new candle he found for him, lighted the wick, sat down at the table, and picked up his tattered book again.

As soon as he turned to the page he read before, Xuanyan Xinbu heard a faint squeak on his forehead.He stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt bad. When he picked up the mirror to look at it, the bangs that Jing Shangyuanhe had trimmed were still faintly smoking.

Xuanyan fluttered with his hands, waited for the green smoke to dissipate, picked up a comb and combed his bangs carefully, looked left and right to see if there was nothing wrong, then rolled up the book, extinguished the candle, and walked to the small wooden house of the old Orion .

The log cabin of the old Orion is actually not small, perhaps because of his status as the village head, his log cabin has a spacious living room and two bedrooms.

When Xuan Yan strolled in, the Eight Immortals table that the old Orion set up for important guests was set up in the living room.You Hong held a pencil and a stack of drawing paper and sat opposite the old hunter, listening to his description while sketching the outsider's appearance.Shenlan held a large white porcelain teapot that he had brushed no less than ten times and poured Jing Shangyuanhe a cup of tea skillfully.Jing Shangyuan and himself sat expressionlessly facing the door, staring straight at the door, not knowing what they were thinking.

A handsome figure suddenly broke into the field of vision, Jing Shangyuan shrank his pupils, stood up quickly, and let the person come to his side.

Xuan Yan was not polite, and sat down next to him naturally, put the torn book on the table, and continued to study by the candlelight in the middle of the table.

Jing Shang Yuanhe, who had been distracted just now, was no longer distracted. Seeing Xuanyan Xingbu always holding the torn book to read, he moved over to take a look curiously.

He didn't see what was written in the book, but he keenly smelled a faint burnt smell from Xuanyan Xinbu's head.

He hurriedly looked at Xuanyan Xingbu's hair, then at the candle far away in the middle of the Eight Immortals table, sniffed, and asked in doubt: "Ashin, you burned your hair again?"

Xuan Yan Xinbu raised his head from the book, stroked his hair, a little embarrassed: "Well, I haven't used candles much before, and I didn't pay attention to it just now."

Jing Shangyuanhe held his face in his hands, looked at his bangs, and ordered Shen Lan to find a pair of scissors and a comb.

You Hong who was drawing a picture suddenly heard this sentence in his ears, the pencil in his hand flicked, and the half-drawn head portrait was finally invalidated.

He silently tore off the discarded head portrait, cast a sympathetic glance at Xuanyan Xingbo, and silently mourned for his black and smooth hair for three seconds.

Farewell, hair man!

Jing Shangyuanhe took the scissors and comb from Shenlan, carefully picked up the tips of Xuanyan Xingbu's scorched hair, trimmed it lightly, looked at it carefully, and comforted him: "Fortunately, it didn't burn too much. Lots. I'll make you a lampshade tomorrow."

Hearing this gentle tone, Youhong was so shocked that the curls on his head almost stood up. He turned his head stiffly, and found that the voice really came from his boss, and the boss still had that kind of expression on his face that he had never seen before. The gentle smile made his scalp go numb, he turned his head stiffly again, and gave Shen Lan a worried look.

Shen Lan, who had already committed suicide once, successfully verified that his master was still his master at the cost of dislocating his arm. Now that he saw Jing Shangyuanhe making an unusual move again, he learned how to do it without a teacher. It is not surprising to draw inferences from one instance.He thoughtfully put away the scissors and comb, and sat back in his seat calmly.

Seeing that the loyal servant Shenlan didn't respond, Youhong didn't have the guts to die, so she could only brush her curly hair that was so startled that it flew up, and glued her eyes firmly to the drawing paper, pretending that she didn't see anything.

This little episode didn't affect the old hunter's memory, he hated the foreigner deeply, if it wasn't for the inconvenient transportation, and his daughter needed someone to take care of him, he would have personally captured the foreigner and soaked the skin in the pigsty.

Youhong calmed down, sketched according to the old hunter's description, and after a while, he drew a middle-aged greasy uncle with wicked eyebrows, big ears, and a lewd smile.

The old hunter only glanced at the drawing, and immediately shook his head: "It doesn't look like it, it doesn't look like that at all. The nose is not like this, it's not so decent, and the mouth should be tilted to one side for people to see It's not a good thing."

The old hunter gestured, pointed, and demonstrated in person while talking. Youhong became more and more confused as she watched the old hunter's funny performance, holding her own drawing and wanting to cry.

He obviously painted it exactly according to the old Orion's description, but the old Orion insisted that his painting was wrong, and swore that he would recognize that foreigner even if he was reincarnated into a pig. How could he not see Youhong's painting? Like or not.

Seeing that they were arguing, Xuanyan Xingbu asked Jing Shangyuanhe to pass over the drawing for a look, then frowned and said, "Isn't this Fengshen Mushuo?"

Jing Shangyuanhe's face changed suddenly when he heard it, he took the drawing and took a look at it again with the urge to resist nausea, but he couldn't see anything similar to Feng Shenmushuo from the ugly facial features.

However, what made him even more concerned was that Ashin actually knew Fengshen Mushuo? !

Jingshang Yuanhe's question made Xuanyan Xingbu's face a little ugly. He seemed unwilling to mention this name, but he hesitated for a while, and replied: "He is my junior in high school, two years behind me."

Junior?

Jing Shangyuanhe had a bit of a taste. Ashin didn't remember himself who took him in for a night, but he remembered Feng Shenmushuo, the gangster leader who didn't know where he came from?

It's really annoying!

"Youhong, draw again according to the appearance of Feng Shenmushuo, and let the uncle see if it is him." He threw the drawing to Youhong, thought about it but was not reconciled, and said sourly to Xuanyan Xingbu, "Ashin, you The memory is really good, the juniors who are two years younger can remember it so clearly, let alone the juniors, it is not bad if the high school students can remember half of it."

"It's not that I have a good memory." Xuanyan Xingbu didn't hear the sourness in his words, shook his head, and added, "He chased me before, so..."

"What?!" Jing Shangyuanhe stood up from the bench before Xuanyan Xingbu finished speaking. Candles, drawing paper, pencils, reading glasses, rough porcelain cups, white teapots, and Xuanyan Xingbu's tattered book were all thrown to the ground.

The hut, which was originally not bright, suddenly fell into darkness.

The old Orion crossed his arms and was stunned in place.You Hong was so frightened that she jumped onto the bench, and after a while, she patted herself on the chest, and sat down with limp legs and feet, thankful that she did not sit opposite Jing Shang Yuanhe, and avoided the fate of being cut in half.

Compared with the panic of the two, Shen Lan, who set the perfect loyal servant as her highest goal in life, was much calmer.He gave full play to his excellent ability to perfectly respond to all emergencies, calmly turned the Eight Immortals Table back to its original position, found a candle to light again, picked up the things that fell on the ground, and swept away the pieces of porcelain cups and pots.

Seeing Xuanyan Xinbu's expression of astonishment, Jing Shangyuan and belatedly realized that his reaction was a bit big, and quickly sat back in his seat, smiling apologetically: "Sorry, I thought stepping on it Here comes the mouse. Let's continue the topic just now, where are we talking?"

Xuan Yan stared at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, then frowned slightly: "I don't know if you stepped on a mouse or not, but I know, you stepped on my foot."