Chai Youchen felt a stern, "How could I have been there? It was the first time I even heard of this name. If you don't say you are a drummer, I thought it was the sister of a chef who made Sixi Balls again!"

Xie Jingyi was really laughing so much that she stood up subconsciously, and with a bang, her head hit the roof of the carriage. She covered her head, giggled, pointed at Chai Youchen and cursed, "You are a person who has lies, forget it, what you said is true."

Chai Youchen pulled her down and reached out to rub her head, "I'm very honest, how could I lie? Unlike you, dead people can say they're alive!"

Xie Jingyi nodded, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Yes, I say that the dead are alive, you say that the living are dead. People in the capital will die as soon as they see us. It's great."

Chai Youchen listened, imagined the scene and couldn't help laughing.

Chai Dalang looked at this and then that, his eyes turned into crescent moons, "You are all very honest and interesting."

"Brother, you can't do this. How come you praise others? There are two words that are too thin. Why don't you teach you?"

Li Xing lives in a remote place. It is still a certain distance to go to the most lively place in Tokyo. It is really boring to not say anything to pass the time.

Chai Dalang nodded and asked with interest, "How to teach?"

He always felt that he had finished what he had to say on three days of the week tonight. When he was at home, he moved casually, and a group of people would scream, for fear that he would vomit blood; before he could open his mouth, his mother said, "Lying down more often..."

Xie Jingyi cleared her throat, "Brother's body was raised, like a willow, with a righteous spirit; if the wind came, her clothes were dancing, like a person above the moon, raising her sleeves, she was really the immortal who appeared in the world."

You said this in the poisonous mouth of Yu Shi Chai, and you were as thin as a piece of paper, with only a handful of bones left. When the wind blew, the sleeves of the robe were swaying like bubbles, swaying, and it felt chilly when you looked.

Chai Dalang's face turned slightly red, "I don't hunch my back."

Xie Jingyi's eyes turned and said, "I miss me, Xie Jingyi, I have traveled around the world and seen so many amazing dance moves. No matter whether it is Sai Chang'e in the south of the Yangtze River or the Fengzhongxian in the capital, they are not as half as you are in your eldest brother."

"They are all rich flowers in the world. Although they dance well, they are vulgar; but the eldest brother is different, cold and lonely, even your shadow is dancing."

Chai Dalang's face turned redder, and even the tips of his fingers turned red, "I... I just thought randomly when I couldn't sleep at night. But I didn't learn from my master, I jumped randomly... It was not as good as you said."

Chai Youchen patted Chai Dalang's hand, "No, brother is dancing very well."

Chai Dalang was stunned for a moment and said "um" softly.

He remembered that when he was a child, he had received a lot of praise because his handwriting was pretty good. But after his health got worse and worse, no one cared about these things anymore. No matter what, he would go around the disease.

The only thing that can be praised is probably "You look better today than yesterday."

Xie Jingyi stopped at a moment and blinked, "Brother, you should praise me again at this time, Xie San, you are sincere. This not only praises me, but also praises myself! Haha!"

Chai Dalang thought about it and it was true. He smiled embarrassedly.

...

Tokyo City is a veritable city that never sleeps.

When I went out during the day, the people came out were old men walking birds and old women selling vegetables, or the little women covering their faces with Wei Mi, or the unsuccessful scholars who waved their fans all year round.

At night, the world seemed to be overturned.

Those artists who are good at juggling, storytelling, and singing, high-ranking officials, Yanei with heavy gold in his pockets, and of course, those half-covered flower girls, waving at night with flowers.

If you want to be a spice master, you must come here to experience it. Xie Jingyi dares to pat her chest to ensure that anyone here can shake off the fragrant powder.

"Ah Yeh, Ah Yeh..."

Well, Xie Jingyi shrank his neck and looked at Chai Dalang speechlessly. Since he got off the carriage, he sneezed and squirted blood... If this continues, I am afraid that Chai Dalang will sneeze and lose too much blood before they go to Xijing to find Zhou Youlong, and Chai Dalang will sneeze and die of excessive blood loss!

I didn't kill Chai Da, but Chai Da died because I made him sneeze!

Xie Jingyi thought so, wishing she could raise her middle finger and curse her, "God!" She would not be wrong, she must be wrong!"

"Little lady, what a novel juggling this is? I haven't seen it before! Is it a performance that bleeds? Where did he hide the chicken blood? His mouth or nose, it's not right. His mouth and nose are so small that he can't hide it..."

Xie Jingyi listened to the buzzing sound in her ears and glared viciously, "What are you looking at? I'll give you money!"

The big-bellied man with big belly was shocked and took out a gold ingot, "This master is worth a gold ingot!"

He said, and he even clapped his applause!

Xie Jingyi put the gold into his pocket without hesitation, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Chai Dalang, "Brother, come on, block this, stop spraying, you will become the richest man in Tokyo!"

Chai Dalang covered his nose with the veil, and his mind suddenly became cold. A spicy smell filled his mouth, nose and eyes, making his tears fall. However, his nose seemed to be poisoned by someone and lost its sense of smell, and he couldn't smell the fragrance at all.

This time, he was indeed a bit too much blood loss. Chai Dalang asked weakly, "What medicine is this? Why do you still carry this with you?"

Xie Jingyi was relieved to see that she was effective and regretted that she had not thought about it earlier.

"Oh, when you can't cry and have to cry, use it to cry for yourself. Every little lady should have one."

Chai Dalang opened his eyes wide, "What does it mean to not cry? You have to cry again?"

Xie Jingyi walked to a small vendor and chose three masks. She and Chai Youchen's ones were black and white. She used red pigments on her head and randomly drew some patterns. They were the two most common on this street.

She thought, glanced at Chai Dalang, chose a fox fairy mask for him, and threw it over.

"Of course, for example, my neighbor's dog died. He always barks and doesn't say anything, but he loves to bite people. I have no worries in my heart, and I'm even a little happy, but when I see him crying loudly, I don't laugh. It's time to sacrifice this handkerchief."

The mask seller heard this and agreed, "No, my mother-in-law is so mean. She complains about me every day. When she went up the mountain, I pinched my legs and cried. It's hard to be a human being! If the little lady doesn't mind, can you tell me how the veil is made? When my father-in-law dies, I will apply it on her sleeve!"

Xie Jingyi touched her chin, "It's nothing, just soak the ginger juice."

She said, after paying the money, she happily pulled Chai Youchen to a crowded place.
Chapter completed!