Xin Ci was itchy and wanted to see what kind of thunderous Meng Jinsong would use to force the unknown person to ask him. He also felt that it was not good for Baba to run away, and he would be too embarrassed to be driven back. So he accompanied Meng Qianzi to have dinner in the private room and chatted casually.

The meal was halfway through, and Meng Jinsong came back.

Xin Ci was surprised: "Is this the question over?"

Meng Jinsong didn't say anything, just glanced at him.

I understood, the following topic was sensitive and not very suitable for him. Xin Ci pushed the bowl tactfully and quietly left the door: He has been with Meng Qianzi for more than a year, and he no longer has to avoid many occasions, and he does not treat himself as an outsider - but there are always some things that remind him that there is a wall between him and them.

This feeling is sour and uncomfortable.

Meng Qianzi was also a little curious: "So quickly? Did that person vomit all, or did he not speak?"

Meng Jinsong said: "Only half of the questions were asked. I dare not ask the next one."

Meng Qianzi was intrigued: "Don't dare? He can still bite people? You can't put his teeth?"

Meng Jinsong didn't hurry to answer, and first explained to her the question: "The man said he was called a charlatan..."

The charlatan, what is the name of this? Meng Qianzi frowned: "Do you have no name?"

"Yes, the ID card is called Shen Mukun. Isn't it Shen (Shen) stick (Mukun), it sounds fake."

"Can't find out the relationship?"

"I can't find it out. He himself said that he was thrown at the entrance of a small village in Yunnan Province when he was a child..."

At the entrance of a small village, Meng Qianzi looked at Meng Jinsong: "Can't your tongue straight?"

Meng Jinsong was also a little amused and irritated: "The name of that village is called 'small village', and together it is called 'small village', and its entrance is the entrance of the village."

His tongue was a little bit unblocked: "It was said that he was begging for food, eating hundreds of families, and doing odd jobs. He is now fifty years old. When he was born, it was quite chaotic when the domestic movement was in the country."

In those days, it was common for a child to be raised and it was thrown into the village entrance, river pier, and temple gates.

Seeing that Meng Qianzi didn't want to ask, Meng Jinsong continued to say, "The invitation was made by Wan Fenghuo for him."

Meng Qianzi thought the name sounded familiar: "Wan Fenghuo?"

Meng Jinsong deserves to be a special assistant and answers questions at any time: "It is the group who collects money to help people find out various secret information. He is the ancestor in martial arts novels. The largest stall is in the Jiefangbei of Chongqing. Wan Fenghuo was the former manager and is now semi-retired."

I remembered that with the mountain ghost, such people are of course among the friends, and the mountain dogs in Sichuan and Chongqing should be responsible for maintaining their relationship.

"Wan Fenghuo heard that you were treating here and helped the charlatan get Li Changnian's invitation. First, he was about the same age, and second, Li Changnian lived in a remote area. He had not traveled to the mountains for several years, and did not interact with others. There were not many people who knew him. The surname Wan probably thought that he was just having a meal, and there were many people, so he was easy to get confused."

Meng Qianzi smiled: "Do we lack his holiday expenses for this Wan Fenghuo?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Day, New Year's Day, and New Year's Day, and I have never missed it once."

"I took ours and sent people to mess up my situation. The surname Wan is not young anymore and is still so ignorant. Tell me to the other end of Sichuan and Yu to teach him."

Meng Jinsong looked hesitant: "Qianzi, I think you don't have to move quickly. You can ask clearly before you can talk."

This is the second time he emphasized that "you have to ask". Meng Qianzi's face darkened. She didn't like others to keep it in hiding.

Meng Jinsong smiled bitterly and adjusted a photo from her phone to show her.

This should be the one who calls himself a charlatan. He is about forty or fifty years old. He has a very funny look and has a bad curly hair. His glasses may have been broken when he was struggling. One temple was twisted unnaturally, and the lenses on one side were still cracked. This is not the point. The point is that he was grinning, grabbing his coat with both hands and spreading it to both sides, revealing a white cultural shirt inside.

Meng Qianzi looked at Meng Jinsong: "I just took a photo?"

He was carried out just like a bunch of tied up and could even laugh.

Meng Jinsong knew that she hadn't seen the key point yet: "Enlarge it and look at the words on his cultural shirt."

There are a row of words on the cultural shirt, and Meng Qianzi first thought it was a special design for the clothes.

She enlarged and looked carefully.

It was actually written by an ink sign pen.

——Zijieer, don’t make things difficult for this person.

The signature is one word: seven.

Meng Qianzi was stunned and blurted out: "My seventh mother?"

The seven aunts in Shanguizhai ranged from forty to seventy-five years. Except for Gao Jinghong, who was called Da Xi Niang by her, the other ones were divided into second mother to seventh mother according to their age.

It is understandable that Gao Jinghong doesn't like being called "auntie". She is on her 75th. She must put on light makeup every day when she wakes up early and does facial every week. Tony comes to her for her hair care. In the 1990s, she is over 50 years old and often goes to Hong Kong to Taiwan, just to buy the most fashionable season of beauty and clothing. Meng Qianzi asked herself, and felt that the word "auntie" was really unspeakable.

The seventh mother in the middle of the journey, named Xian Qionghua, likes to call her "Zijie'er" the most.

Meng Jinsong sighed: "This is the work of the seventh aunt, Qianzi. Do you know why I dare not ask? I originally wanted to loosen my bones, but his clothes were lifted..."

It’s like wearing a yellow jacket, who dares to give up the face of my aunt seventh?

Meng Qianzi murmured: "My Qi Mom, I remember she was going..."

In these sub-sections, Meng Jinsong remembers everything clearly: "I went to the Yunling area of ​​Yunnan Province and went there at the beginning of the year."

"Parking the Mountain" is the tradition of high-level mountain ghosts. People born from the mountain must always be close to the mountains and must be down-to-earth and separated from the "mass": patrolling the mountain is a quick look, similar to visiting here, and staying with the mountains for a long time, ranging from three to five months to one year.

Among the seven aunts, there are Daguan: The pain and sensation of the rice are divided into liver and gray thunders. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The thunders are about to be dispersed. The th

Xin Ci has a slight metaphor, saying that several aunts each have their own idols in the mountains. Going to the mountain is to call the idols, and going to another family’s mountain for business is called worshiping the wall.

Meng Qianzi tidied up her eyes and stood up long: "Since it is the one who greeted me by my seventh mother, I have to go over and take care of her."

***

Besides, Xin Ci went downstairs and did nothing, and ate at all tables, but it had nothing to do with him. He was not a familiar person who could be called brothers in just a few words. He could only lean on a pillar in the corner of the hall and slap in the mountain script to relieve his boredom.

Just as I was bored, someone passed by, and had already walked past him, and stopped again: "Xin... the makeup artist?"

Xin Ci looked up and saw that he was a man he didn't know, about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a medium figure and an ordinary appearance, but he felt quite steady and down-to-earth.

The man introduced himself: "My name is Qiu Dong, and Assistant Meng arranged for me to stand in the lobby."

It turned out to be my own person, Xin Ci was very polite: "Just call me Xin Ci."

While talking, I wondered: Standing in the lobby? I didn’t seem to see this person, and this person obviously came in from outside.

It was probably because of the incident of just impersonating Li Changnian, and he was a little suspicious.

Qiu Dong saw his doubts and smiled and raised a stack of printed paper in his hand: "I just went to copy it. Lao Ga from Bahan Village brought a rare talisman to ask someone to see it. After asking a few people, they said they couldn't understand it. There were only two originals, and it was still burning. I helped him print more. It was rare that there were people in the room to disperse more."

So that's it. Xin Ci gave in to the side to show that "You are busy and don't disturb you from doing serious business." Qiu Dong nodded to him, and was about to raise his foot when he remembered something: "We are big... Miss Meng, do you understand the talisman? Or... Miss Meng will help you see it too?"

Meng Qianzi didn’t understand this. She said that the slightly more complicated patterns were ghostly talismans.

Xin Ci was just about to shake his head, and suddenly realized: How could he say that Qianzi didn't understand? At any time, he should maintain Qianzi's omnipotent and omnipotent high-level and mysterious character. Besides, Qiu Dong looked expectant, obviously he wanted his boss to know what others could do and what others could do.

So he nodded seriously, took a roll in his palm, preparing to give it to Meng Qianzi when he saw her, or wait for Qiu Dong to leave to see where he threw it. Suddenly he heard footsteps on the stairs, and at the same time, the noisy hall was quiet in an instant.

It was Meng Qianzi who came down.

In this hall, except for a few private rooms, most people have never seen her, but they know that she is in a small room, so when someone appears, it naturally becomes the focus of the audience.

Meng Qianzi probably also used to being calmly attracted attention from all parties, without any response, and quickly disappeared from the corner with Meng Jinsong.

The hall was like a swarm of bees that began to buzz again and again. Xin Ci was so proud to watch her all the way - after all, it was his own work. God knows how hard he did his best for her makeup and styling. It was very good. It covered her eyes and could not fall into the aura style. Xin Ci really made great contributions.

When I happily withdrew my gaze, I saw the young woman again.

There was no way to pay attention to her. Others were talking about each other. She was calm and calm and lowered her head slowly to eat: she should be Miao girl, with her hair tied with a long Miao silver-inlaid old sapphire pendant hanging from her ears, which made her neck texture look white and greasy, delicate and moving.

Strangely, she was not perfect, and she was a person who wanted perfection: even if there was a wrinkle on Meng Qianzi's clothes, he had to rush up to smooth it out - but when he saw this woman, his picky heart suddenly faded, and he felt that her flaws, such as her mouth was not small enough, and her jaw was slightly square, were harmless and even had a simple beauty.

The woman seemed to notice someone was looking at her, her brows frowned slightly, as if she was about to look up...

Damn, Xin Ci was in a hurry and quickly looked away, afraid that she would think he was a voyeur man, no, no, no, he was not watching her, he was busy with serious business, devotedly...

Xin Ci's back was hot, and he became wise in a hurry. He remembered that he had "props" in his hand, so he quickly spread the copy paper out, pretending to be concentrating on studying the talisman.

The woman was looking at him, she was definitely looking at him.

Xin Ci was like a ray of light in his mind, and he was even more devoted to reading. The Talisman in front of him jumped away like a tadpole, and his hands holding the paper were trembling slightly.

He hypnotized himself.

——I am busy, I have been watching the talismans, I haven’t looked at you, don’t look at me, I am watching the talisman, yes, I am watching the talisman, this talisman, this talisman is so beautiful, why is this talisman so familiar?

***

After leaving the idle people, Meng Qianzi sat down in front of the charlatan.

This is a small private room at the end of the corridor, a little far from the hall - Liu Guanguo booked the entire restaurant, and the guests gathered together, making it even quieter and even quieter.

The charlatan opened his eyes wide and looked at her: "You are Meng Qianzi?"

Before Meng Qianzi could say "um", he pointed at his eyes and signaled: "Are you... born with one eye?"

This is because she is very confused about speaking. If she changes someone, she will probably have to turn over the table on the spot. However, because Meng Qianzi is not born with a flaw, she is not taboo. In addition, the expression of the charlatan when he speaks does not make people feel offended - she only feels that this person is 25 years old or born with a carelessness.

Tease this kind of small character, not like teasing a cat or a bird. Meng Qianzi smiled, supported one arm on the table, supported the chin with his hands, lowered his voice, and said in a mysterious tone: "No, there are two eyeballs in my eyes."

Meng Jinsong, who was standing beside her, looked helpless, and her chest was covered with sighs. Her mood was just like the eye mask and blind stick she had received.

However, what made him even more ridiculous was that the charlatan was actually excited.

He was so excited that his old face shone with light: "Double Pupils! You actually have one eye that is a double Pupil! Do you know that Yu Shun, one of the five ancient emperors, is a double Pupil! There is also Cang Jie, who created the character in the legend. He is "Dragon-face Four-eyed Eyes". People with double Pupils are all saints, hey, do you know?"

Yeah?

A trace of confusion flashed through Meng Qianzi's one-eye. Of course she didn't know that the reason why she didn't say that there were three eyeballs under the blindfold was simply because she felt that it was too crowded to fit in.

However, who is she? The role is very easy to change, her fingers are already standing on her lips: "Shhh... Sigh it quietly, don't let others listen."

The charlatan's body was so excited that he shook a little, and his voice lowered octaves. He was really obedient: "Then... can I see it?"

Meng Jinsong glanced at the charlatan and wondered if the man was sick: he squeezed two eyeballs in his eye socket, and he was talking nonsense. Besides, shouldn’t ordinary people react first to surprise or question when they hear this? Why did they omit shock and suspicion and go straight to excitement?

Meng Qianzi sat up straight, raised her index finger and knocked her nails on the table: "Let's talk about the serious business first, what do you want to do when you sneak into the venue where I treat you?"

One sentence brought the charlatan back to the point.

He glanced at Meng Qianzi, and Qiqiai Ai: "I heard that you are going to cut the mountain to get the mountain gall, can you bring me with you?"

Hearing the three words "take the mountain gut", Meng Jinsong's head buzzed: There are only seven aunts in the mountain ghost, Qianzi and herself know that they are not even exposed to Xin Ci. How did this charlatan know? Xian Qionghua actually told an outsider about this matter?

Meng Qianzi had no expression on her face and slowly leaned on the back of the chair: "How did you know I want to cut off the mountain and get a gallbladder?"
Chapter completed!