At night, Andaoyuan was alone outside the house, meditating. This was probably the first time he had been alone when he came to Hyacinth House.

He remembered the article written in "The Moon and Sixpence".

Maugham wrote:

Each of us lives alone in the world. Everyone is imprisoned in an iron tower and can only convey their thoughts to others by relying on some symbols; these symbols have no common value, so their meaning is vague and uncertain. We want to convey the wealth in our hearts to others.

But most people do not have the ability to accept these wealth, so we can only walk alone, although our bodies depend on each other but are not together, and we do not understand other people nor can we understand others.

But is it really necessary to spread to the distance?

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Andaoyuan raised the freshly brewed tea and looked into the distance. He thought of the insects coming to filth. The painting was drunk by the cicadas and the dew in the autumn wind; the rotten grass was light, and turned into fireflies and shining in the winter moon. Suddenly, he thought of Mr. Dongpo's poem that he had read:

(Wine is trapped in the road and the road is long and I am sleepy, and the sun is high and the person is thirsty and thinking about tea.)

"I'm so excited. Can Mr. An share a cup of hot tea?"

There should be no one else on the streets of Hyacinth, except Raphael, who was the "Wind Journeyman", but at this moment, an admiring voice came from the door.

Andao Yuan didn't mind and said loudly: "Please come in."

A young man wearing a black robe pushed the door open and entered. He looked ordinary, but he also had a special sense of mystery that made people unable to remember.

"This is the place where the commission can be resolved in Tokyo?"

The young man saw Andaoyuan sitting in the courtyard and drinking alone under the moon, and he consciously sat opposite him.

Andaoyuan slowly picked up the tea-making pot, found an empty tea cup, poured a cup of tea for the person opposite him on the table, and then said, "I am Andaoyuan, who are you?"

"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Liu, a folk scholar, and of course, I am also a monster."

The young man finished introducing himself.

Then he picked up the teacup, drank it all, and said happily:

"Lu Yu's Tea Classic once said: "Tea is a drinker, and it comes from Shennong." Only this Chinese tea is the most authentic. Mr. An, today we are 'a meeting with the golden wind and jade dew'."

In fact, he said that, that's right.

The tea in Andaoyuan pot is Enshi Yulu.

Hubei has a long history of tea production and has been very famous as early as the Tang Dynasty. Enshi Yulu is one of the few steamed green tea preserved in my country. Its production technology and tools are quite ancient, very similar to those recorded in Lu Yu's "Tea Classic".

In just a few short sentences, the cleverness was revealed, which confirmed Liu's identity as a folk scholar.

"Your sentence, if you use it here, will have some ambiguity."

Andaoyuan responded calmly and Liumo: "Mr. Liu, do you have any entrustment?"

"You might as well guess first, what kind of monster I am?"

He stood up, shook his clothes, and his black robe was tattooed with birds and beasts, as if the clothes of officials in ancient China were decorated with ancient Chinese officials.

Andao was not shocked by his momentum, but put down the tea cup:

"The woven birds on the civil servant's robe, and the robes on the military officer's robe are embroidered with beasts. If you wear this robe, who is not a beast in a dress?"

“Haha, funny, funny.”

He said with a big laugh:

"I have something that I need to help deal with. Go to Sensoji Temple and help me find an old monk."

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

Andaoyuan is very rational, so he asked the reason first, rather than the reward first.

"I am a monster, so how can I go to a place where there are Buddhists? Aren't you afraid of meeting Fahai?"

The young man said for granted.

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Andaoyuan thought this person was very interesting, and he couldn't help but have more Liu Mo:

"Fahai probably won't catch male monsters."

"Then, now, look at me?"

Liu's voice changed, and at this moment, it might be more appropriate to describe her. The young man nearby has become a young girl with a clever smile.

Draw leather

When Andaoyuan saw this scene, he suddenly remembered the story Mr. Pu Songling wrote in the 40th chapter of "Painted Skin" in the first volume of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

Finally, Mr. Pu Songling used:

It’s foolish to be a world! It’s a monster but thinks it’s beautiful, it’s a fool! It’s a big loyal but thinks it’s a fool. But I love others and fish them.

The ending shows the obsession of appearance.

"Now, do you think I'll be caught?"

Liu looked at Andaoyuan with a smile, and there seemed to be countless glimmers flowing in her charming eyes.

However, Andaoyuan's eyes were still calm and he sipped a sip of tea quietly: "It depends on whether the old monks are attached to appearances and what's going on."

Liu clapped her hands, and a playful smile appeared on her face. Then she deliberately approached Andoyuan's face, yelled at him, and whispered softly:

"It's so strange. You are not afraid at all, and you don't have a trace of desire in your eyes. Could it be that you are just like the bus at the door, you are all emotional robots?"

[I am Raphael, a self-learning artificial intelligence! Even if your voice is ten thousand times smaller, I can hear it. Please be careful when you speak and do it!]

The standard synthetic female voice came from the speaker of the Wind Journey Man.

It seems that through the deep learning carried out by Raphael's data network in the past few days, she has been able to cross the Uncanny Valley interval and simulate better sounds.

Andaoyuan smiled and raised his glass to signal her to sit back:

"Rui, did you hear it? Raphael has a temper, and I hope our commission can continue in a normal way."

Liu returned to her seat with reluctance:

"The cigarette bottle left by my father for me was only discovered after I woke up that the old monk had taken it away and put it into the pagoda. Although Sensoji Temple is a world-wide Mahayana temple, there are very few real monks. It's a pity that I am a little monster, otherwise I would have stole it long ago."

"What is your father?"

"My father is a human being. He has been a good ending after he has been holding a cigarette bottle for his whole life. Maybe he has been dead for three or four thousand years."

In her narrative, Andao realized that it was not appropriate to call Liu a painted skin. The appearance of her coming here was actually imitating her father's appearance, and now she is what she really looks like.

"I don't need other people's faces. As long as I have energy, I can imitate it. After all, I am Yan Yanluo."

(Yanyanluo, a monster or elves that are dependent on smoke. The monster of fireworks will make people confused and comes from human fear of fireworks. A monster or elves that are dependent on smoke can transform into various postures and can also appear human faces from smoke. It often appears in farm stoves, bonfires and other places.
Chapter completed!