Chapter 8 Pear Garden Film (VIII) You have to keep a close eye on the people.

Li Zhixing looked at the two people who pushed the door open and entered, his heart was really mixed with all kinds of emotions. He originally thought that one of them was heroic and the other was gentle, and they were a perfect match made in heaven. He was moved by their vows just now, but now he dared not move.

Did Zhao Jinfan know that Xie Zhiyan was an accomplice in the destruction of her family?

"Sir, why are you looking at me like this?" Zhao Jinfan paused under the gaze of several people, then walked in slowly, and Xie Zhiyan followed, stepped over the threshold and stepped in.

"It's okay, it's okay," Li Zhixing said, unable to hide his worries. He lowered his head to find a broom and clean up the teacup he had knocked over. "Miss Zhao and Mr. Xie, please sit down. I'll clean up

the mess on the floor." Hearing this, Xie Zhiyan looked at the broken cup and asked, "Sir, what happened?"

His mind was like a piece of clay, and Li Zhixing was speechless for a moment, but Ye Qingzhan quickly responded, "My brother and I were arguing about exile... Taoist Kongkong was telling anecdotes about the underworld. When he talked about ghosts and monsters, he got scared and accidentally broke a teacup. I wanted to clean it up, but you didn't want me to cut my hand, so you did it for me."

In just a few words, she explained why the cup was broken in the room, and also why she and Wen Gu were there.

Wen Gu glanced at her and thought: Birds of a feather flock together.

These past few days, she'd been with him day and night, taking the role of "sister" very seriously, following him around, calling him "brother" in a crisp voice, urging him to eat and wake up, and even pouring him a cup of tea whenever she wanted one... She was as obedient as a pet, but she hadn't expected that just by spending time with this rag-tag fairy, she'd become so sharp-tongued and gushing with lies.

No.

-- She had to be watched closely.

Xie Zhiyan seemed persuaded by her innocent, harmless, yet aggrieved expression. He nodded slightly and looked at Zhao Jinfan, who smiled and said, "I see. I thought you were doing something in the house." She smiled and said, "Sir, let's not clean up yet. The boy's awake. You can go check on him. Thanks to your care along the way, we were able to reach Mr. Ye's house as soon as possible."

Li Zhixing said "OK" repeatedly, afraid he would burst out asking questions—it would be so painful to be interrupted mid-sentence. He hurriedly said, "Please, Master Zhao, lead the way."

Zhao Jinfan replied with a "OK."

The group left the accommodations arranged for Li Zhixing and walked along the corridor to another wing. The door was closed. A voice rang from within:

"I don't want to drink!" The young man's voice was cold and fierce. "You bunch of damned actors!"

This was the only thing they heard as they reached the door. Zhao Jinfan's smile froze, his face cold. He muttered "Damned actors?" and the fire of that night seemed to ignite in his eyes again.

"Very good!"

"Tell me, why should we die?"

Zhao Jinfan pushed the door open and took the medicine from the maid's hand. He pinched the boy's chin with one hand and poured it into his mouth, saying viciously: "I, Zhao Jinfan, will force you to finish this medicine today!"

The brown medicine flowed down the corners of his mouth, but the boy on the bed no longer resisted.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Banzhu's aura was too fierce, the people in the room, including Mr. Ye, dared not say a word, and watched her feed the boy on the bed with a cold attitude.

Li Zhixing quietly glanced at Xie Zhiyan behind him. The latter's face was as dark as ink, and he shook his head in his heart.

Ye Qingzhan blinked, and said in his heart: Zhao Banzhu is so mighty!

After finishing the bowl of medicine, Zhao Jinfan stood up with the porcelain bowl in hand and said to the stunned young man on the bed, "I and the 36 others in my troupe are all actors. We compose music and perform operas day and night to make a living. We hope that our operas can soothe people's hearts. We have never done anything that harms the world. Why do you keep calling me a damned actor?"

The young man remained silent, his expression gloomy, staring at her.

"Well, you won't say it, will you?" Zhao Jinfan's eyes were filled with anger. "I, Zhao Jinfan, have always done things with a clear conscience. I want to be at peace with myself. If you don't explain the cause and effect, I will spend the whole day with you. "

Ye Qingzhan listened to Zhao Jinfan's firm words and remembered what Hua Niang had said to the younger generation. She said that Zhao Jinfan was a woman with both strength and gentleness in her temperament. If someone confronted her head-on, they would most likely have their teeth knocked out.

This handsome young man, no one knew what he had been through, and he kept saying "I hate actors". Those who didn't know would think that actors had caused his family to be broken up and his wife and children to be separated.

No, looking at his face, he is not old enough to have a wife.

In this tense confrontation, Qinghuai, who had been standing at the door and standing with Wen Gu, took a step back. Wen Gu noticed his movement and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you again?"

"That's right, these words, I, I seem to... have heard them somewhere." Qinghuai looked at the young man on the bed, then glanced at Xie Zhiyan who clenched his fists, "I should be one of the two of them. "

Wen Gu followed his gaze and glanced at the two men.

This was consistent with his guess.

When they first met in the underworld, Qing Huai was the most intact of the ghost guests sent, but his pale face was slightly swollen, very similar to someone who had drowned. Therefore, he inferred that he had drowned.

And his body shape, and most importantly, his appearance, if someone were to depict and paint it, and then make it into a white-stubbled shadow figure, it should be no different from Xie Zhiyan or the young man with eyes full of hatred.

When the exiled immortal turned the two into shadow figures, He changed his appearance so that there wouldn't be three shadow figures with similar facial makeup here - they all had a pair of phoenix eyes. If these eyes were on a real person, the subtle differences would be easy to distinguish, but they were all shadow figures.

In addition, the voices of the three were also similar.

In the illusion, it was as easy for shadow figures to recognize their companions as it was for living people to recognize living people, but they came from the gates of hell, and it was difficult for mortal eyes to match them one by one. When he and Ye Qingzhan first entered the illusion, they would mistake shadow figures with similar appearances for several days in a row.

- Not to mention correctly matching Qinghuai to the appearance of a shadow figure.

Wen Gu's eyebrows were agitated.

He had no patience and wanted to destroy this annoying illusion.

The evil spirit in his body saw through his thoughts and began to stir.

Ye Qingzhan, who was closer, was the first to notice the black mist exposed on him. He immediately stuck close to him and whispered, "It, they are out again, put them away quickly. "

It's strange to say, the two of them have been inseparable these days, and these evil spirits will dissipate on their own when she gets close to Wen Gu, and return to Wen Gu's body.

I don't know why they appear again today.

Fortunately, the evil spirits disappeared as soon as

she finished speaking. Ye Qingzhan breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't want another wave of trouble to come. Just as she was about to ask him what was wrong, she heard a laugh, and then a little girl in a pink dress jumped into the room and said crisply: "It's so lively here!"

The little girl's shadow had a pair of round eyes, and her pupils were clear. When she passed by Wen Gu, she met his eyes and smiled: "Little brother, are you new to the troupe?" She looked at Ye Qingzhan and asked, "Little sister, are you also Sister Zhao's new apprentice?"

When Ye Qingzhan met her eyes, he was stunned for a moment, then nodded and replied: "Hello, Miss Ye, my name is 'Ali'. "

Since he had seen and heard nothing, he replied, "The man beside me is called Ah Lang, and he is my brother."

"A Li and Ah Lang, I remember." The pink-clothed figure continued to walk into the house after receiving the answer.

Ye Qingzhan was a little stunned.

Hu Banxian from Camellia Village can read portraits by touching bones, and he once drew a picture for her. The person in the picture is exactly the same as the shadow figure that jumped out before her eyes - Miss Ye.

After she and Wen Gu fell from that height, their appearance turned into the appearance of "Ali" and "Alang" who were eleven or twelve years old in the illusion, so as not to share the same facial makeup with Ye Qingzhan in the illusion.

Miss Ye's voice is also similar to hers.

Wen Gu was also stunned for a moment, looking at the person beside him.

Whether it was the watery eyes that flickered outside the gates of hell, or the smiling eyes after turning into a shadow figure, these eyes were too easy to recognize.

The exiled immortal also recognized the shadow figure "Ye Qingzhan", and sighed in surprise: It's really wonderful.

Qinghuai had a kind of expected calmness, waiting for what was to come.

"Qingzhan is back," Mr. Ye smiled, and immediately forgot the tension in the room. He took his daughter's hand, turned her around three times, looked left and right, and then asked, "Where is your mother?" "

My mother went to the kitchen as soon as she came back. She said she wanted to make a delicious meal for Sister Zhao and the others." The shadow man Ye Qingzhan replied.

Zhao Jinfan blushed when he heard what he said, and said embarrassedly: "Madam has returned from a long journey. How can I trouble you? Jinfan is really unworthy of it."

"Jing'an Temple is not far away," the shadow man Ye Qingzhan smiled, "It's just a Yudie Peak." As he said that, he took Zhao Jinfan's hand, looked at the unfriendly young man on the bed mountain, and asked: "Is this your apprentice?"

Before Zhao Jinfan could answer, the young man said: "No!"

"I'm not an actor!"

The shadow man Ye Qingzhan was confused. Mr. Ye on the side looked embarrassed. He pulled his daughter over and explained in a low voice. After hearing this, the shadow figure Ye Qingzhan walked to the bedside and said seriously, "Sister Zhao saved you. It's only right that you should be grateful, not angry."

"That's not the right attitude to treat a benefactor,"

the pink-clad shadow figure said to the boy like a storyteller. "I don't know what you've been through to resent the troupe so much, but every day at the Ye Mansion, please be obedient and get along well with the people in the troupe."

"After spending some time with them, you'll find they're incredibly good."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xie Zhiyan, who had been glaring at the person on the couch for an hour, nodded in approval.

The boy said, "Don't even think about it."

The shadow figure Ye Qingzhan ignored him and, with his hands on his hips, said, "Don't even think about it. I want to keep you here. You can't get far in your condition anyway. If you dare to run, I'll capture you and force-feed you with medicine every day."

With that, the pink-clad Ye Qingzhan made a face at the boy's injured leg.

Mr. Ye couldn't help but laugh.

Everyone's faces brightened a little. Ye Qingzhan looked at his fifteen-year-old self with envy.

Wen Gu saw a look in her eyes that hadn't appeared before: emptiness.

After the actor Ye Qingzhan finished speaking, she took Zhao Jinfan's arm and said with a smile: "Sister, let's go eat and let him take the medicine." Before she walked far with the person in her arm, she heard an angry voice behind her:

"What do you know!"

"Yeah, that's right." The actor Ye Qingzhan turned around after hearing the words, without any annoyance, and tilted her head and said, "I really don't understand anything." She looked around the room again and set her eyes on the young man again, "Not only do I not understand why you are angry, no one in this room understands."

"So-"

"Please let us understand!"

After speaking, the actor Ye Qingzhan pulled Zhao Jinfan, followed by Ye Yuanwai. When they walked to the door, she suddenly turned her head and said, "You look like a little lamb when you don't speak, so let's give you a nickname like the troupe, Ah Yang."

"Ah Yang, drink the bitter medicine well."

"Let's go eat a delicious meal."

Everyone in the room smiled with their sleeves covered. The actor Ye Qingzhan took Zhao Jinfan, who was in a much better mood, and left with Ye Yuanwai first. Xie Zhiyan was a step slower, his eyes cold, and whispered to the boy: "Heal your wounds, and then-"

"Get lost."