The same-looking black-looking, small-sized person, but a very refreshing person.

He loves to be around and likes to make friends.

He said, “Brother Song is Yiwu!”I also went to Yiwu in the early years, but did not stay long, there is a clear water show, beautiful!And the people there are very good, I see Brother Song, you are a good person."

“The prize has been awarded.”

When you meet, you say that he is a good person, and the vigilance is too low?

Fang Tong said, "Yes, Brother Song, we are also concerned, there is a poetry meeting in the Tongyu Pavilion on East Street, all of whom we will participate in the test, I think you are also ready to go?"Or... you should go with me, everyone meet and discuss learning, how about it?”

Lovely invitation!

Song Shun also lacks such an opportunity.

He had come to high these days and had not yet attended such a party.

So I don’t want to go down.

The two of them left the library together and went to the Yu Pavilion.

On the way, Fang Tong talked to him constantly because he knew a friend.

"Brother Song, you must also be a lover of books."

"Books are golden jade, naturally cherish."

"I also love books, so I go to the library every day, but the family is poor, some books are too expensive, can't afford it, you can only see it in it."

“Me too.”

The two finally have something in common.

All poor.

And the more we talk, the more we talk.

He asked, “Where does Brother Song live now?”

“Friends at home.”

"It's good to have a place of rest.They are envious.

He asked him, “Where does Brother Fang live?”

“The House!”

Oh!

Song was shocked.

The footsteps slowed down a bit.

I thought I was wrong.

Then he asked, “But... that haunted house?”

He asked this question, Fang Tong laughed, "Brother Song must have heard those rumors?"

“The rumors?”

"But isn't it?It’s all a rumor, a rumor, an exaggeration!”Fang said.

Song is not a curious person, but since they have all said here, I can't help but want to understand, to see what is going on?

The face of confusion continued, "What the hell is this, now, everyone is spreading it."

Fang walked on the same side, looked around, and then lowered his voice to him and said, "Song brother, you don't know anything, every three years once to try, every time to this time, Wenshe will spread this strange thing out, do not have to be serious!" 」

“Can it all be transmitted?Why?”"You don't know that!Because every year Shizi entered the high-end to take the exam, many inns began to raise prices, many people can not afford to live.But Wen She does not spend a penny, there are three meals to eat, many people in the cold of the family want to break their heads want to live in, so that you can save a good sum.

Money, so many people spend their best efforts to live in, but there are so many rooms, there are not too many people.There are also deliberate reports of such things, dispelling the minds of those who are stifling their heads and trying to move in.”

Between words, there is something else.

Song Seo came to understand and said, “You said, the people who lived in the cottage came out?”

"Brother Song, I didn't say that, you guessed it yourself."

“...” Song asked, “What happened to the man who said he was scared by ghosts this morning?”

"He's just cold!It's ridiculous not to know who said that nonsense."

“That is so.”Suspicion, “Is there really no ghost?”

Fang Tong laughed again one day, strangely said, "In fact, it is not hidden, I have been tested twice, three years ago, also live in the Wenshou, at that time also came out of this kind of thing, said that many people saw, but I did not see!I haven't seen many of them.

“Oh!”

"Well, don't say that."

Song doesn’t have to ask anymore!

The two go further.

I saw a group of people gathered around.

They were curious and looked at it.

I found a picture on the wall.

It is a portrait of the dead painted by Ji Yunshu, but this one is copied.

The artist's skills are not good, the painting is very simple, some colors are not pure, but you can still see the appearance of the dead.

The people pointed around in front of the painting.

“Who is this man?”

"I don't know."

“Is it really the man with the skull found in the city gate?”

“It seems to be.”

“How does a skull make a portrait?”

"It is said that the government has invited a high man, and the high man can touch the bone, and this portrait is her."

“And these people?”

"My cousin was in charge of the city department, and he told me himself."

"That's great."

...

They argue.

But no one knows who the picture is.

Song stopped to look at the portrait and admire Ji Yunshu from his heart.

That little boy is great!

The painting was painted in three days.

Fang Tong asked him, “Brother Song, have you heard of the case?”

"Listen to me."

"It's appalling, there's a skull in the stone, and it's terrible to think."

It's appalling.

Song laughed.

Without speaking.

The two did not stay, rushed to the poetry party, and left.

In the crowd, there was a little girl, who was wearing the clothes of a big family and a basket in her hand, as if she had come out to buy it.

She stared at the person on the portrait for a long time, and the curved eyebrows were wrung together.

I thought half-sound.

He muttered, “Isn’t that Sue?”

Shocked.

But I dare not speak.

Hurry up the crowd and go home in a hurry.

...

By the time Fang Tong and Song stopped to Tongyu Pavilion, the sky was already dark.

Tongyu Pavilion is the place where literary talents meet, it is said that a big man organized this poetry meeting today, so many scribes come here to ask each other for teaching.

It's fun inside.

Someone is poetry.

Fang Tong pulled Song to stop sitting down in an empty seat and ordered a pot of tea.

Just took a drink –

“Similarly, why did you come here?”A man in blue came to say hello.

Fang stood up with him, "Jiang Wen, you are not enough to say together, you are not waiting for me."

The man in his thighs, who was called Jiang Wen, said, "You're going to go to the bookstore yourself, and I'll come first.""I'll introduce you to someone."Fang Tong pointed to Song Guan, "He called Song Guan, just met with me in the book office, like us, are coming to participate in the test, I saw him alone, I pulled him together, we also know each other."Then he turned to “Brother Song, this is Jiang Wen.”

“I’m a fellow man.”

Song stopped gentle smile, arched his hand, "Brother Jiang is polite," Jiang Wen also quickly arched his hand at him, "Song brother does not need to be so polite, come here are friends, do not have to be so restrained, there is poetry, brother Song do not want to try?" 」