Chapter 271 Play
"Mr. An," Tang Shirou's voice was small and soft. Listen carefully, she seemed to be trembling, and she sounded extremely frightened, "Is there really nothing wrong with this painting?" ?”
She looked at An Xuan as if asking for help. This very gentlemanly man was her only support in this strange and weird world, at least that’s what she thought.
I went to see Master Huang. When I came back, there was an extra painting in their room.
The painting was hung in an inconspicuous position, so no one noticed it at first. In the end, Youqi, who was still lying on the bed with his eyes squinting to rest, realized something was wrong first and jumped up.
Because from his point of view, there was a vase in the previous position.
"Are you sure?" Qin Jian asked immediately. Wearing a black burial suit, he was more panicked than anyone else.
Although An Xuan assured him that there should be no problem, after all, it was him who had the problem, not An Xuan. In a nightmare, a guarantee is the most useless thing except kindness.
"Sure." With his eyes widened, Youqi swallowed a few times. Judging from his nervous look, it really didn't look like he was joking, and there was no place for joking here.
Oops
I just met Mr. Huang and encountered such a thing. If I said there was no problem, I would be lying to myself.
An Xuan squinted his eyes, knowing that people like him were probably being targeted.
What he wants to find out most now is whether there is only an extra painting in his room or whether there is an extra painting in everyone's room.
This is important.
The painting shows a dancing beauty in a bright red costume, with light steps, twirling orchids in her hands, slender jade fingers, and a plain white neck. Her beautiful curves are faintly exposed under the costume.
The painter has profound skills. Even if the beauty in the painting only shows half of her face, the implicit and unspoken charm overflows from the painting.
"Mr. An'an?" Tang Shirou seemed to be extremely frightened, her voice trembling slightly.
An Xuan managed his expression very well. After he turned his attention to Tang Shirou, in the latter's eyes, An Xuan still had a faint smile on his face, as if nothing in this world could make him Feel nervous.
For a moment, Tang Shirou didn’t feel so panicked.
"Don't worry, Miss Tang." An Xuan smiled, "It's just a picture of an actress. Butler Zhou probably sent someone to get it after we left. There should be clues on it."
After hearing the word "clue", Tang Shirou seemed to have regained her interest in painting. Although she was still a little scared, what was this fear compared to leaving here as soon as possible?
When she observed the painting carefully, her Mr. An had already controlled his gaze away from the painting.
The same goes for Qin Jian and You Qi.
They were just looking at it from the corner of their eyes.
Painting, and Tang Shirou who focuses on painting.
Tang Shirou was the last person in the room to notice the painting, but she was also the one who looked at it for the longest time and was the most interested.
As Tang Shirou looked at it, she suddenly felt that the woman's face in the painting seemed to be slightly tilted towards her. She closed her eyes and shook her head a few times. When she looked again, there was nothing there.
The scene just now seemed like an illusion.
"Miss Tang." Qin Jian's dry voice sounded, "Have you seen any clues?"
"Not yet." Tang Shirou was still staring at the painting. The bright red costume was dazzlingly red, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, and even the emotion of longing mixed with it.
Even she herself didn't know the source of this feeling, it seemed to be rooted in her heart.
"Then take a closer look." Qin Jian's voice sounded vaguely, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Just when Tang Shirou squinted her eyes and wanted to get closer to see more clearly, a sudden knock on the door interrupted everything, "Bang, bang, bang!"
Come on The person was very rude and the door panel was banged very loudly.
Tang Shirou stared at the door in confusion as if waking up from a dream. After a long while, she came back to her senses. No matter how stupid she was, she realized at this moment that this painting might not only contain clues. So simple.
After the door opened, standing outside was the middle-aged woman from before.
The woman who still had a dead face said in a mechanical voice: "After checking the pulse today, the young master took the medicine according to the prescription you prescribed, and the effect was very fast. In order to thank all the doctors, the young master tonight I want to invite you to participate in a play he has arranged."
After a pause, the middle-aged woman said: "Tonight."
" Acting?" You Qi, who was already tall and thick, felt his neck thicken after hearing this. After a while, he finally said: "Really?"
"How can we, a bunch of doctors, know how to act?" Qin Jian hurriedly excused himself. His face was even worse than Youqi's, "Skills. There are specialties in the arts, so we won't bother Mr. Huang and let him sing by himself."
The middle-aged woman stared at Qin Jian, the coldness in her eyes scared Qin Jian to the point of shrinking his neck.
Actually, he, You Qi and others are not shy. After all, they are also old players, but this book is really weird.
"Are you Qin Jian?" the middle-aged woman asked.
Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then swallowed and nodded cautiously, "Yes, it's me, what's the matter?"
Before he finished asking, he saw the middle-aged man The woman took out a small blue-covered notebook from her arms, and then took out a brush from her sleeve like a magic trick. After holding the brush in her mouth to moisten it for a few times, she wrote something down in the notebook.
"What are you doing?" Qin Jian suddenly became nervous.
"Qin Jian said that he would not participate in the play you rehearsed, young master," the middle-aged woman lowered her head to write and repeated in a voice like a repeater: "He will not give you face, young master."
"Shit!" Qin Jian panicked immediately, "When did I say I wouldn't give Mr. Huang face?"
"He also scolded him." The middle-aged woman continued to record.
This NPC's level of competence is almost as good as that of a disciplinary committee member in his student days, and his ability to make small reports is even better.
"Wait a minute." An Xuan suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the pen in the middle-aged woman's hand, and said with a smile: "Please return to your home, young master. We will fully cooperate with you tonight."
Middle-aged woman He turned his attention back to Qin Jian and You Qi, Tang Shirou, and found that no one had any objections. He grinned and revealed a spine-chilling smile.
She put away the notebook, then took out another notebook from her arms, and explained very naturally: "These are the requirements of the young master, all the doctors can just follow them."
After An Xuan reached out and took it, he found that it was not a notebook, but a piece of paper that had been folded many times.
After slowly unfolding the paper, what came into view were weird facial makeup, various costumes, and some little people doing weird actions.
It is similar to the technique used in children's simple drawings. The movements of the little man are very simple. They are all basic movements of lifting hands and shoulders. I don't know why, but it is particularly weird to draw it in this way. (End of this chapter)