Panguan

But almost no one is so particular now, and the rules have long been abolished.

The dwarf felt that Smushi had a temper and was not easy to get along with for a second. At this moment, I saw him holding the silver-white umbrella rib and waiting coldly at the bottom of the steps, and I felt that the person who was offered by grandfather was really different.

Come in. The dwarf tried, Is it okay to say that?

Wen Shi was struggling in his heart, thinking about how to teach him, he was stunned when he heard this, then he lowered his eyes and closed his umbrella, and lifted his feet up the steps.

Have you never been here?

No. Wen Shi walked into the living room and scanned around.

Every time he dies and comes out of Wuxiangmen, he will grow from a child to a young man in a short period of time, and he will not change after that, and he will look like this when he dies. So he took Shen Qiao to many places, changing every ten or twenty years. In 1995, they were still in Xi'an. They just planned to move to Ningzhou next year, but they couldn't wait until they left.

There were very few guests in the villa who came to offer their condolences.

The portrait of Shen Qiao is placed in the center of the living room, with white talismans hanging high on both sides. As long as someone bows their heads, the two people sitting on the chairs in the east and west halls sing the name of the person, and then the suona, gongs and drums chuī.

In addition, there are not many things in the living room, and those spiritual things are scattered. Anyone who understands will know that this house is exceptionally... poor as soon as they come in.

On the south-facing wall, there is a long picture, occupying almost the whole wall. It is a picture of words—that is, the words are embedded in the picture. People who don’t understand can only understand the picture. Judge the complete name list.

Starting from the ancestors, who has been passed down, and which branches and factions have been divided, are all on it. As long as everyone in this line of business, there is such a picture in the family.

When I smelled it, I saw my name, followed by my apprentice, then my apprentice's apprentice... All the way to Shenqiao, a line was full of red pens, representing the deceased.

It took me six years to understand this picture. Shorty said aggrievedly.

Wen Shixin said that he was stupid enough, no wonder my line has not been passed down to death.

His eyes fell behind Shen Qiao's name, and he knocked on the spot with a frown: Why is there so much dirty ink?

The dwarf blushed, and he stammered and said, I used to be ignorant. Seeing that I didn't have my name on it, I added it.

It was only later that he learned that the painting was alive, and it was useless to repair it, it was just a smudge.

When I smelled it, I stared at that place for a long time, and then I recognized the name of the dog crawling - Xia Qiao.

He suspected that Shen Qiao accepted this talented apprentice because of his similar name, and was blinded by fate.

There is an incense table beside the famous book painting, on which there is a portrait of a green face with fangs and a red flower and a willow green. The person in the painting is holding a handful of white plum branches, which does not match the yaksha-like appearance, and it looks nondescript.

On the side of the painting are three thin and vigorous characters - dust is not enough.

Grandpa's name is quite special. Shorty Xiaqiao said.

This is his official family name. Wen Shi said, Those who are half-perfected have this kind of thing.

What about his real name?

Wen Shi looked at the painting, and after a while, he lowered his eyes and smoked three sticks of incense, and bowed three times and said, Who knows.

Why do they worship that? A hoarse voice suddenly interjected.

When I smelled it, I put the incense on it, and when I turned around, I saw a 14- or 15-year-old boy standing not far away, pointing to the portrait of the patriarch and asking the middle-aged woman beside him, Didn't you say you can't worship?

Before he could finish speaking, the unlucky child was silenced by the middle-aged woman. She hissed and scolded in a low voice, How do I usually tell you? I don't know what to say!

She glared at her eyes, and the last words squeezed out between her lips and teeth, very frightening.

After she finished speaking, she raised her head and smiled apologetically. She didn't know whether to say to Xiaqiao or to the portrait: I'm sorry, the child is ignorant, and the words are not true.

Oh, it's okay. Xia Qiao waved his hand quickly.

It's okay shit.

He wanted to talk when he heard it, but seeing Xia Qiao's cowardly attitude, he felt that he was not speculative, so he was too lazy to speak.

After the woman pressed her son, she hurriedly paid her respects in front of Shen Qiao's portrait, and the drummer next to her sang, Zhang Biling from the Xu family of Zhangmen.

This name sounds familiar. Xia Qiao murmured in a low voice, turned his head and swept towards the famous family tree, and indeed found this Zhang Biling, her line was above this one when she heard it.

Wen...that. Xia Qiao wanted to call Wen Shi, but didn't know what to call him. Let's call him brother, he and Shen Qiao are in a mess, let's not call him brother... Could it be called grandpa? ? ?

I don't have a name? Wen Shi looked at him coldly.

Don't dare to call. Xia Qiao stared at an honest look, and whispered a question that he had been thinking about for a long time, This family tree map is alive, sometimes it changes, and the names below will go to the top, but This line of our family has been firmly at the bottom, is it because of long experience?

When smelling: ...

He glanced at Xia Qiao with the eyes of the mentally retarded, and said, Don't look at qualifications, look at the living descendants on each line.

Xia Qiao: And then what?

Wen Shi: Whoever is more powerful has a higher position.

Xia Qiao: The bottom one...

He looked at Wen Shi's dying eyes, silently shut his mouth, and understood - this spectrum map is like a leaderboard. Hearing this line, since Shen Qiao took him, it was destined to sink to the bottom, and it has been sinking for many years.

No wonder there have been fewer and fewer people in contact with the Shen family over the years, and even fewer came to offer condolences, and there were more ordinary neighbors. Zhang Biling was the first one on this map.