The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

Even though he was used to Fang Cun uttering shameless words from time to time for no reason, Gan Ting still blushed a little this time, "Can you speak with your brain?"

"In the first place." Fang Cun's eyes were as clean and bright as clear water, very solemn, "Don't worry, Ah Ting, I will definitely give you a grand wedding banquet."

Fang Cun lowered his head, and Gan Ting just raised his eyes.

The eyes of the two are facing each other, the distance is too close, Fang Cun can clearly feel that Gan Ting is dodging, his eyes have nowhere to rest.

"Isn't that a coincidence, my lord." The stall owner appeared again, breaking the atmosphere, "I tell you, there is a wedding reception team at Xijiekou, and the sedan chair is always stable, and the price is right, and it can support you."

Fang Cun became interested, immediately let go of Gan Ting, and concentrated on listening to the stall owner, "Really, tell me quickly."

The stall owner continued to introduce, "That's right, this team is the best wedding team in Xianyang City."

"Where is the place, I have time to go and have a look."

The two of them were chatting vigorously, but Gan Ting, who was suddenly left out, was stunned there. Looking at Fang Cun, who was still affectionate just now, and now he was chattering like an old man at the entrance of the village, Gan Ting deeply felt that he had been cheated by Fang Cun again.

Gan Ting cursed secretly, hiding his hands in his wide sleeves and casting a spell secretly.

"Boom--"

In an instant, the downpour of rain poured down, and the young stall owner was drenched in blood. There was a sun-shading shed on the stall, but it couldn't stand the downpour at all, and was messed up in the wind for a while.

"It's raining, it's raining, son, I can't chat with you in detail, or my stall will be flooded and collapsed." The stall owner hurriedly tidied up his stall.

"Hey! Don't go!" Fang Cun was a little unwilling to ask the exact address of the welcoming team.

But the stall owner didn't care about him, the summer rain poured down, he immediately packed up his things and ran away without a trace.

Fang Cun himself was not spared, and was drenched in water. Turning his head, he saw that no rainwater had entered Gan Ting's side, and there was an invisible umbrella above him, blocking out all the rainwater.

Fang Cun asked mercilessly, "Xiao Ting'er, what are you doing?"

Gan Ting played dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The eyes that were soaked in the square inch could not be opened, and he bared his teeth and claws and said: "Don't put on your clothes, the sky was clear just now, and it suddenly rained. How dare you say that you didn't call for the rain?"

Gan Ting calmed down, with an indifferent look on his face, "Can you stop your mouth if it doesn't rain?"

Fang Cun wiped his face, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, there was nothing he could do, he was a man who could bend and stretch.

"I was wrong, Ah Ting, I'm going to drown, and I'll get sick later, why don't you let me in."

Fang Cun squeezed under the invisible umbrella above Gan Ting, trying to get in to shelter from the rain.

Gan Ting took a step aside, "No."

Fang Cun said in a very oily tone: "It's the ball, let me go in and hide from the rain."

Gan Ting resolutely refused, "No."

Fang Cun covered his head with his hands, and his whole body was already wet. Gan Ting sat aside very leisurely, in stark contrast to his embarrassment.

Fang Cun didn't want to be drenched like this, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and rushed over without hesitation, with a posture of destroying everything and dying together.

Gan Ting saw him rushing towards him without changing his mind, and wanted to hide, so he moved back a little, but Fang Cun couldn't see the rampage with his eyes closed. The touch stopped all Gan Ting's movements.

Startled, Fang Cun opened his eyes abruptly.

Gan Ting's eyes are so close that Fang Cun can even clearly count how many eyelashes are on them.

Fang Cun felt that the air freezing and cooling down was a bit scary.

It's okay, be brave and not afraid of difficulties!

"Both young masters, do you want to buy an umbrella?" A boy selling umbrellas appeared in time and stopped them holding a big umbrella to cover them from the heavy rain.

Fang Cun let go of Gan Ting, just about to vent, "I'll buy you a watermelon rind."

The boy selling umbrellas looked left and right, cursed bad luck, raised his head, turned around and left.

Gan Ting on the side looked gloomy, Fang Cun pulled up before he got angry, "Go, get out of the rain."

There is a small tavern next to it. The rain suddenly fell, and the small tavern was full of people, but not many were customers, and many were standing under the eaves to hide from the rain.

Xiao Er came up to him with a sad face, "You two young masters, should you stay in the hotel?"

Fang Cun took out a few pieces of silver, "Just serve some of your signature snacks."

Xiaoer took the money, and his face immediately glowed, "Okay, this way please."

After everything was settled and sat down, Fang Cun patted his wet robe, "It's going to drench me to death."

Gan Ting said, "You."

Fang Cun raised his hand to pluck the air from Gan Ting's hair, "You have something here."

Gan Ting said again: "Me."

Fang Cun washed his chopsticks, "All I order are snacks, do you want to drink?"

Gan Ting spoke for the third time, "Fang."

Fang Cun shouted, "Xiao Er!"

Xiao Er immediately rushed over, "Here we come!"

"Bring another jug ​​of good wine."

Xiao Er took it, "Okay."

Gan Ting couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you let me finish my sentence?"

Fang Cun immediately lowered his head, "I know I was wrong."

"Where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't..." Fang Cun thought for a while, "I shouldn't come to eat this bowl of ice cup."

Gan Ting said angrily, "Look for yourself, do you seem to know you're wrong?"

Fang Cun hurriedly leaned over, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it over to make amends, "Don't be angry, Xiao Ting'er, it's just a kiss to you, it's not the first time, why are you so shy?"

"you!"

Before Gan Ting could scold anything, the bustling noise outside interrupted his words.

"Let's go, don't disturb our business."

"Let's go, don't force us to copy guys!" A few reckless men rolled up their sleeves and chased people away with rough voices.

The commotion caused the already crowded tavern to gather at the door, including Fang Cun, who also came to watch the excitement because they wanted to avoid Gan Ting's life-threatening questioning.

"what happened?"

In front of him was a rough man with disheveled hair like a bird's nest and ragged clothes. He was blind in one eye. He was skinny as if he hadn't eaten for a long time. He was carrying a wooden box on his back and holding something in his hand. He wanted to come in for a drink. , was turned away by the waiters in the tavern.

The shopkeeper presided over the overall situation in front of him, "Fathers and folks don't know, this half-old man wants to come to drink two or two drinks every day. Originally, the visitor is a customer, and the small shop shouldn't drive people away, but this half-old man is sloppy and sloppy. He didn't change his clothes for ten days and a half months, and the stench was so bad that the other guests were scared away when he came, which really made it impossible for us to do business."

The old man named Ban Lao Blind waved his hand, "I don't occupy any land, I'll just have a sip of wine in the corner, and I'll pay for it."

Some people couldn't bear it, and they talked nonsense for the old man, "I said the shopkeeper, since he can pay, it's a big deal to give him a place and let him drink alone."

The shopkeeper then refused: "That's impossible. If he is allowed in, and he wipes his nose and picks his feet, my small shop really doesn't want to do business."

Everyone stopped talking, because the old customers knew who this half-old man was, he was very sloppy.

The shopkeeper bent down and discussed with the old man, "We are not trying to get your money. You drink it once a day. Why don't you save it and drink it once every seven days? Use the money you save to change into clean clothes and don't pick your nose when you come in. Shit does not pick feet, small shops are absolutely welcome."

The old man shook his head when he heard the words, spread his palms, covered the sweating copper coins and lay them down in his palms, "I can't make any money, I can't make any money, I'll just take a sip, and I'll die tomorrow."

Fang Cun was curious, "Why can't he make money?"

"You don't know?" The young man next to him tutted and explained to Fang Cun, "This half-old man was not half-old when he was young. He is the most famous painter in Xianyang City. The few landscape paintings he painted for the prefect were famous For a while, he became famous at a young age, and it was hard to find a painting. All the girls in Xianyang City wanted to marry him. Unfortunately, he claimed that he was romantic and did not love money, so he turned around and helped others paint portraits. This painting lasted for 40 years. , Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted, and one eye is also blinded."

Fang Cun scratched his head, very puzzled, "Since he became famous at a young age and made a lot of money, how could he end up like this?"

The young man threw a peanut into his mouth, "He doesn't collect much money, and he doesn't make much money from portraits. He is old and wants to return to his old business to earn some coffin money, but who dares to find a portrait painter? Isn't this looking for bad luck for yourself? What's more, I'm still half blind."

The old man next to him agreed, "Yeah, I said earlier that the old man should make more money while he was young so that he could support himself, but he wants to be a hero and paint portraits that no one dares to paint."

Fang Cun seemed to understand, "Someone of you actually painted a portrait, I thought it was just a plaque."

The old man pursed his lips in disgust, and shouted: "That's a half-grown fool, who wants to paint a portrait of a widow's widow or a widower's dead wife, and say something to relieve the pain of lovesickness. If you want me to see it, it's hypocritical."

Ban Laoxia was still arguing with the shopkeeper, muttering, "I'll just drink a couple of ounces of wine, and I'll leave when I'm done."

Fang Cun tilted his head, always felt that this half-blind man was familiar, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before, turned back to Gan Ting, and pulled him together.

"This half-old man was also a romantic figure when he was young, but it's a pity that he has ended up in a miserable state. Why don't we ask him to draw a portrait?"

Gan Ting also heard their discussion just now, and asked, "What are you painting? A portrait?"

Seeing that Gan Ting didn't reject him, Fang Cun waved to Ban Lao, "Ban Lao, come here."

Ban Lao squinted one eye, saw the square inch and walked towards him.

Fang Cun greeted enthusiastically: "Please draw a portrait of us, and I will reward you."

Ban Lao blindly looked up at the square inch, pouted his mouth and looked at it for a moment, then looked at Gan Ting, nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, okay."

The young man who explained to Fang Cun just now was a little shocked, "Sir, you are really courageous. You are not afraid that he will draw a portrait of you if you say that you haven't written for five years?"

Fang Cun thought for a while, and he was at least upright and young, and he was not afraid of the oblique shadow, "I don't have that much bad luck."

"Come." Fang Cun pulled Gan Ting to sit beside him.

The old man stood there, stunned for a long moment, then put the copper coins in his hand on the table, took off the wooden box on his back, and covered it with blue ink.