Eggs are also glorious

The man was injured by Di Jiang, and he would not dare to return to Yunshan for a while.Anonymous pondered, if he continued to stay here, he might not be able to find out more information. He thought about it, then turned and went home.

The so-called going home is naturally Anon's return to Anon's home, and Di Jiang also returned to Anon's home.

Unknown walked outside Ganmupo's hut, and found that Di Jiang was still following him calmly, as if he should go to Unknown's house.Anonymous would not be so stingy to drive away the guest who just helped him, he nodded to Dijiang, and motioned for Dijiang to go into the house to rest.

Anyway, Dijiang is also a great beast.

Anonymous made a special trip to Tianshan back then, but he failed to see Dijiang's face, now that the nobleman came uninvited, there is no reason for him to drive away the guests.

Seeing Dijiang again, the ancient tree outside the house expressed that he was under great pressure.It finally sent those three miraculous birds away, why did the young man in red turn around and come back again.

Couldn't Dijiang go out and play for a few more days?

Gu Shu felt a little dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to complain at all. He couldn't understand the other party's bird language, and his strength was no match for the young man in red.Of course, the only thing that the ancient tree is thankful for is that it wittily put the portrait of the banshee back into the house early and placed it neatly, avoiding unnecessary worries.

At the moment, it can barely sit back and relax.

The ancient tree stood quietly by the side without saying a word, but unexpectedly saw Di Jiang look up at it.To be precise, Di Jiang was not studying the ancient trees, but observing whether the three blue birds had left or not.

After confirming that the breath of Sanqingniao was gone, Di Jiang immediately felt relieved.Dijiang must not let Sanqingniao find out about his past life in Yucheng.

Anonymous entered the house, followed by Di Jiang, who also stepped into the hut.

Di Jiang looked left and right curiously, the anonymous room was slightly different from Zhou Chengzhi's room in the past.Although Zhou Chengzhi also prefers to read and write poems, there are not so many picture scrolls in the house.There are very few furnishings in the anonymous house, and the only ones that are more numerous than Zhou Chengzhi are probably the portraits that don't know what they are painted.

Among them, Di Jiang was most concerned about whether the young people in the painting really followed Anonymous's hobby, and the portraits did not wear clothes.

Di Jiang stared at the scroll intently. Unknown naturally understood what Di Jiang was thinking, and said lightly, "Anything you want."

For Dijiang, this sentence has a very large scope and extraordinary meaning. It means that Dijiang can do whatever he wants, and Anonymous turns a blind eye to it.

He had to study carefully to see how far this painter's hobbies had reached.Likes are too far apart, how to be friends.

Di Jiang hesitated for a moment, then excitedly unfolded a painting.

In the painting is a benevolent old lady. The old man is sitting on a mahogany chair, dressed dignifiedly and decently, and looks a bit extravagant.Anonymous said that it was 300 years ago, he passed by an ancient village, and the person in the painting was the village owner's mother.

Immediately afterwards, Di Jiang unfolded another painting, in which there was a chubby little boy and a chubby little girl.The two little guys are wearing light green clothes and have small horns on their heads.Anonymous told Di Jiang that this was the child of a river god whose name he could not remember.

Full of doubts, Di Jiang flipped through one painting after another, and there were all kinds of characters in the paintings.A woman with a graceful posture, an old man with a kind smile, a child from a poor family, and a child from a rich family.

Human form, monster form, half-human half-monster form, everything that Dijiang can think of, and anything that Dijiang can't imagine.

But it happened that those naked young people were missing.

Di Jiang admits that he is not interested in looking at other people's bodies, he just cares about what kind of people Anonymous has drawn for so long.

He failed to find the answer he was expecting among the picture scrolls piled up in the room, and his eyes finally fell on a brown box in the corner.

Di Jiang looked at Anonymous, as if he was asking for advice from the owner of the house.Anonymous didn't care about it, and replied calmly: "Anything you want."

Anyway, Anonymous satisfies Dijiang's curiosity about what Dijiang is going to look up.

Di Jiang opened the box anxiously, this time, he didn't miss out again.

Inside the box are no longer those ordinary picture scrolls, but picture scrolls with text descriptions.The content of the text and the content in the picture are quite simple and easy to understand, and it is clear at a glance.It's nothing more than the privateness of the bed, one way and another, covering up, trying to cover up but not covering up, the appearance of blushing and panting is really lifelike.

Di Jiang looked at Unknown with complicated emotions, but he never knew that Unclothed so-called Unclothed, but still painted in such a posture.Fortunately, he put forward a new request, otherwise, if this painting is finished, either Anonymous or Di Jiang will die.

Although he realized that Dijiang had misunderstood, but anonymous still maintained a calm and indifferent mood.

"These are not portraits," Anonymous said.Those naked portraits of young people have long been taken away by me, and Anonymous has not kept them here.What stays here is a small business brought about by Anonymous' special interest.

Anonymous' portraits are very famous, and Anonymous's paintings of young people without clothes are also famous.Because of this, some masters and young masters with unusual collection habits paid a lot of money to invite Anonymous to paint.They give words, and Anonymous draws on them.

Generally speaking, as a well-informed and skilled painter, Anonymous can meet all kinds of demanding requirements. The premise is that Anonymous is in a good mood and wants to paint, and secondly, Anonymous is in a good mood and willing to give when the painting is finished.

Di Jiang rubbed his chin, thinking about one thing inexplicably, wondering how much gold the paintings in this box are worth, and whether it is enough for Di Jiang's jade pendant.Di Jiang can give money to Unknown, so that Unknown no longer has to sell paintings to survive, and Di Jiang can support Unknown.

He flipped through those paintings in a hurry, full of emotions.There are simple poses of people in the painting, and there are also difficult poses.There are one person, two people, three, four, five, six, seven... There are also personal ones, don't be too hot.

Di Jiang's face was bloodshot. Zhou Chengzhi, whom he knew in the past, now has a strange hobby.Di Jiang didn't know what Anonymous was thinking when he painted these.He didn't even know what Anonymous was thinking when he painted his own portrait.

Apart from lamenting that it is not easy to make money in the world, and the life of Anonymous is not easy, Di Jiang can't think of anything else.Fortunately, Di Jiang discussed with Anonymous that his new portrait will be worn in a red brocade robe.

When Di Jiang was looking at the bare picture scroll and thinking about the hard life of Unknown, Unknown was already preparing meals.A large table of delicious food, full of color and fragrance, Di Jiang smelled the tempting fragrance, and suddenly felt hungry.

In the past, Di Jiang lived in Zhou Chengzhi's home, and Zhou Chengzhi cooked all the meals.Dijiang's life skills can only be seen in hunting, but his cooking ability is not good at all.If Di Jiang was to enter the kitchen, Di Jiang would rather stuff raw meat and lettuce into his mouth and swallow it in one gulp.

Di Jiang was quite displeased with the slow tossing and cooking.However, it is another matter if the delicious food is served on the table for Di Jiang to eat freely.

Di Jiang Ding was not polite to Anonymous at all, and he didn't care that he was a guest at someone else's house.He took Wuming's house as his own as a matter of course, and gorged on food and meat, but it was a pity that there was no wine in Unknown's house, otherwise Dijiang would have planned to drink a few jars.

All the food was swept away, and the satisfied Di Jiang happily put down his chopsticks.

After that, Anonymous got up to pack the dishes.

Di Jiang walked around the house in small circles, having nothing to do, he yawned, and automatically crawled into the small bed of Anonymous, pulled the quilt over and began to doze off.

In the days of Tianshan, Dijiang basically ate and slept, and ate and slept.He hasn't been to the human world for a long time, and he doesn't want to walk around at all. After filling his stomach, he wants to sleep.

After tidying up everything, Anonymous found that Di Jiang was curled up on the small bed and had fallen asleep.Anonymous looked at Di Jiang in his sleep, and walked forward slowly. He pulled Di Jiang's feet as lightly as possible, and took off the brocade shoes for Di Jiang.

Then, Anonymous carefully pulled the quilt and covered it tightly for Emperor Jiang.Even though this ancient beast wouldn't catch cold even if he didn't cover himself with a quilt, Anonymous still took good care of Di Jiang.

Maybe it was because of the familiar atmosphere around him, Di Jiang was not very alert, he shrank his body comfortably and continued to sleep.

Anonymous looked at Dijiang's face and thought for a while.He walked back to the long table and unfolded the painting of the faceless youth. He stared at the scroll for a long time, then stared at Dijiang for a long time without saying a word.

Over the years, Anonymous has been to many places and met many people, but he failed to see the legendary Dijiang in Tianshan Mountain.

Anonymous has seen and painted countless young people, fat and thin, tall and short, beautiful and ugly.But no one's appearance is enough to put on the face of the faceless youth.

Until, Anonymous saw Dijiang.

Although Dijiang didn't take off his clothes at this time, Anonymous strongly felt that Dijiang's face was very suitable for the faceless youth in the portrait, and there was even a feeling that they were the same person from the beginning to the end.

Anonymous stared at Dijiang for a while, and finally picked up the brush.In the hut with flickering candlelight, Anonymous drew a face for the faceless young man who had been faceless for a long time, an unusually delicate face.

Gaining his appearance, the young man in the painting seemed to come to life in an instant. He rested his head on the guqin and smiled at the unknown, lifelike.

On an ordinary night that Dijiang didn't realize, his faceless portrait stripped naked turned into a faceless portrait stripped bare, and he remembered Dijiang's life in Yucheng ever since.

After sleeping until dawn, Di Jiang drank meat porridge at Unknown's house until he was full, and then strolled happily back to Yucheng.

When returning home, Dijiang faced a rather unacceptable fact in distress.

His house was burglarized.

On the night when Di Jiang was not at home, someone came to his house to remove all the belongings, wishing to take away all the roof tiles.

The door of the house was wide open, revealing the empty courtyard.

Dijiang had reason to believe that those bandits who had failed in stealing took advantage of Dijiang to go out and return for revenge.The safety of Yucheng is really worrying, and the official is not helpful at all, even though Di Jiang never expects the official to catch thieves.

However, in the eyes of neighbors in the neighborhood, these misfortunes turned into extremely lucky Di Jiang who escaped smoothly again.

Although everything is gone, fortunately Dijiang is safe and well, as long as people are fine.If the thieves broke into Dijiang's house to steal things, and Dijiang was at home, there is no telling what kind of tragedy would happen.

Di Jiang was convinced that if he was there, something extremely terrible would definitely happen.He decided to teach these bastards a lesson until their parents couldn't recognize them.

Sighing sullenly, Di Jiang was about to enter the door when he heard someone calling him.Di Jiang turned his head and saw that it was Wei Feng.Di Jiang couldn't help wondering: "Why are you here?"

Hearing this, Wei Feng cleared his throat in embarrassment.

Di Jiang didn't ask Wei Feng where he lived, and Wei Feng also forgot to reveal his address. He came here this time, and it's not enough to actively contact Di Jiang to talk about the past.Wei Feng pointed to the wine jar on the carriage: "Isn't this asking you to drink?"

As Wei Feng said, he casually glanced at Dijiang's house, and saw the bleak scene of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves without any suspense.Wei Feng wiped his cold sweat with a wry smile: "Why not, I'll come to you another day."

Di Jiang's attitude was very straightforward, Wei Feng was not allowed to leave, let alone wine.So, Wei Feng with blood all over his face entered Di Jiang's house together with the wine jar door.

Before closing the door, Di Jiang took out the gold with a smile and handed it over to the kind neighbors in the neighborhood. Whoever has the time, might as well help him re-purchase tables, chairs and benches, and the rest is hard work.

These are just for the sake of appearance, close the courtyard door, and Dijiang's courtyard returns to its original state in the blink of an eye.Di Jiang snorted dissatisfiedly, if he is capable of stealing a mountain of gold, he must also be capable of memorizing it.

Those thieves come to steal every day if they are capable, and Di Jiang promises to let them steal so that they never want to steal again.He had to make those thieves want to cry.

The author has something to say: Angel Egg: I found that Anonymous drew a lot of small yellow pictures, and the pressure was huge

Received a grenade calling me a fu girl ^^