There are mythical animals at home to ward off evil spirits

Bai Muqiu looked at Xu Mao and suddenly froze like a log while looking at him with frightened eyes.

He blinked, as if enlightened.

"Because the door of my Dream Interpretation Pavilion is only open to those who are destined, but the scholar has doubts in his heart, or is there any dream that is bothering you?

I am a dream interpreter and can answer your questions about dreams. If you don’t like to be troubled by dreams, I also have something to soothe your mind and eliminate your dreams.

Or, if you want to have a dream, I can weave the dream you want for you. "

Xu Mao was a little surprised when he heard this. Although it was different from what he thought, it sounded very fantasy, but fortunately, it was not a strange encounter.

Xu Mao saw Bai Muqiu's shadow reflected in the candlelight, and Bai Muqiu had just pulled his wrist. Although it was separated by clothes, it was warmer than his, so he must be a living person.

Thinking of this, Xu Mao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What Boss Bai said is like something from a storybook. I don't have any confusion or confusion like dreaming, nor am I greedy for a dream.

Dreams are all fake, and fake ones have no meaning. "

Bai Muqiu was stunned for a moment, feeling a little strange. He thought that his formations and spells had failed. It stands to reason that everyone who could come in must be dreaming.

"Oh, well, maybe I was wrong. It doesn't matter. We met by fate. It will take about two cups of tea before the rain stops. We can wait here until then."

"Well, thank you very much, Boss Bai, for your kind invitation today. This is a kindness and I will never forget it."

Bai Muqiu waved her hands indifferently, "It's a small matter. Return me different clothes. They are new. I bought too many and can't wear them."

Xu Mao was a little surprised when he heard what Bai Muqiu said. Just as he was about to refuse, he was interrupted by Bai Muqiu.

"I have had two people come here since I opened, and you are the second one. It is rare to have someone to talk to. If you feel sorry for me, you can come to my place to sit, drink tea and chat when you have free time. That will be your reward."

"This... okay, I understand. Boss Bai has said this, and it will be unreasonable for Xiaosheng to refuse any more. It is a blessing for me to be friends with Boss Bai."

"Hahaha, how could it be possible? I am a businessman. Scholars have a bright career. I am a scholar, a farmer, an industrialist, and a businessman. I am the one who rises to the top."

Xu Mao shook his head and disagreed.

"Boss Bai is serious. Although I am a scholar, I don't think I am superior to others. Different classes and identities are all indispensable parts of a country."

"You're interesting. There is a brother of the same generation in my family who is also a scholar. He also went through an official career, but later he got tired of the intrigues in the officialdom, lived in seclusion, and devoted himself to creating anthologies and pictures."

Bai Muqiu felt it was a pity. It was a pity that Bai Yu had gone back to the world of mountains and seas to read thousands of books behind closed doors. Otherwise, when they met Xu Mao, the two of them would definitely be able to chat together.

Bai Muqiu was not that good at reading. He could still read some interesting story books and poetry books, but those pedantic books gave him a headache.

"Oh? Then he is in this city now?"

Xu Mao became interested. They were both literati, so they naturally wanted to make friends.

"No, he went back to his hometown. He said he would read thousands of books behind closed doors and then go out and travel thousands of miles."

After Xu Mao was surprised, he sincerely admired him.

"This gentleman is very ambitious!"

Bai Muqiu nodded, indeed, let alone finishing the book, he started to feel sleepy just thinking about 10,000 books.

Xu Mao was aroused and began to talk about some book knowledge with Bai Muqiu.

He just heard Bai Muqiu talking about the clan, and thought it was a big family, and the brothers in his clan were very knowledgeable. He must be very knowledgeable in such an environment.

Bai Muqiu didn't know what Xu Mao was thinking. He didn't like reading, but he was Bai Ze. He could definitely answer some of the confusion Xu Mao raised while reading.

Xu Mao was initially tempted and later convinced. Even if the rain outside stopped, he was in no hurry to leave. It was as if he had met a good mentor and friend, which stimulated his thirst for knowledge.

Bai Muqiu also felt the pressure from the careless practice at the beginning, and her mouth felt dry even while drinking tea.

It started to rain in the second half of the afternoon, and now the two of them had already talked about the curfew time.

During the curfew, except for hospitals and shops, shops are not allowed to open for business. People are also not allowed to walk at night unless there are special accidents.

Bai Muqiu's shop is special, so I'm not afraid of it, but Xu Mao can't go back tonight.

Fortunately, Bai Muqiu's shop is large and has three rooms in the backyard. Xu Mao can sleep in the guest room.

Bai Muqiu breathed a sigh of relief after sending Xu Mao, who was still unfinished, to the guest room.

He was indeed too bored. This was the first customer since the little girl left. He just wanted to chat more to see if his technique had failed or if Xu Mao was hiding his illness and refusing to talk about it.

Unexpectedly, this person is an idiot.

Bai Muqiu closed the shop door melancholy, extinguished the lights in the living room, and went back to his room to think about the technique. He hesitated whether to ask Bai Hao for advice.

No sleep for one night.

The next day, although Xu Mao was sleepy, he got up early to read in high spirits, shaking his head and reciting loudly.

Bai Muqiu spent the whole night looking for problems, and finally, with a headache, she sent a letter to Bai Hao for help.

Bai Hao didn't know what he was doing and didn't reply for a while.

Bai Muqiu couldn't cook, so he always went out through the back door and went to the snack shop in Fangshi to buy food.

Xu Mao was surprisingly good at cooking, but Bai Muqiu's kitchen only had firewood and water, and there was no rice, flour, grain or oil at all.

After all, he... bombed the kitchen, so the preparations were in vain.

Therefore, Xu Mao left early in the morning and went back, saying that he was going home to have dinner and catch up on his sleep before continuing to study.

After Bai Muqiu sent him away listlessly, she yawned and went to buy food.

After dinner, Bai Muqiu went back to the store and slept so darkly that she missed Bai Hao's reply.

When he woke up again, Bai Hao was already sitting in his shop, drinking tea face to face with Xu Mao.

Bai Hao said nothing with a cold face, but made tea for the guests. Xu Maoru held the tea in his hands while sitting on pins and needles and drank it.

It's just that Bai Hao's aura is too cold, and he looks at him from time to time, which really makes him feel like a thorn in his back.

In comparison, he really liked Bai Muqiu more, who was approachable and easy to get along with.

"Eh? Brother Hao, scholar? You have tea."

Bai Muqiu came to the living room after washing up and was quite surprised to see the two people sitting facing each other drinking tea.

"Well, there's roast chicken and elbow. Are you hungry?"

Bai Hao raised his head and nodded at the table beside him. Bai Muxiu looked at the food box on the table with bright eyes and said he could smell the fragrance.

Bai Muqiu opened the food box, and the delicious food came into view.

He rolled up his sleeves, tore off the drumstick and took a big bite.

Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and fragrant with oil.

Bai Muqiu took several big bites in succession, and her cheeks bulged as she ate.

Suddenly he remembered that Xu Mao was still there and turned to look at him.

"Sou Cai, riding a horse? (Xiu Cai, do you want to eat?)"

Xu Mao didn't understand what he said, but he understood what he meant and waved his hand.

"No, no, I've already eaten. Boss Bai, please eat."

Bai Muqiu looked at Xu Mao's thin appearance and carried the food box to the low table of the teahouse with his wrist.

"Time! (Eat!)"