In the concept of ordinary people, the account book is the book used to keep accounts, and the number should appear on it is the number. Why is there such a portrait on the account book of the post station?

This portrait is outlined with a brush. Although the lines are concise, they are vivid. Looking at the eyebrows and eyes, the person in the painting is like Ji Yayun... or - Xiaoya.

However, this is not what surprised me the most.

Next to the portrait, there are two finely written small calligraphy - the account room!

Accounting?

Xiaoya?

The connection between the two makes me feel even more incredible.

Is Xiaoya the accountant at the Inn?

If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is not very surprising. Ji Yayun once went to "check" Dashuang, but I, the so-called boss, have never read the contents of this account book.

"How could I be in the account book?" Xiaoya asked again.

I glanced at her and shook my head.

I really couldn't answer her question, so I had to turn it down silently, but was shocked to find that except for the portrait of the title page, the entire account book was actually blank!

This account book is new!

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind.

Immediately afterwards, a voice confirmed my thoughts.

"This book is new." The one who spoke was Dashuang.

Before I could speak, he slowly said, "Brother Xu, here, I will call you Brother Xu at the end. I know that you don't know much about the Yin-Yang Station. I will explain everything here in detail to you, but that can only be done after I register."

"Register?" I was stunned. "How to register? Do I want me to write your information in this book?"

I feel incredible when I say it.

Unexpectedly, Dashuang nodded, then shook his head again, took two steps back, and said, "Registration and construction requires you and the accountant to complete it together. You just need to draw my appearance on it."

Draw it?

I couldn't help but frown, "Where are you teasing me?"

Dashuang said seriously: "No, as long as you draw my appearance on it, I will tell you everything about the post station."

His expression was serious, but his tone was firmer.

To be honest, although there is no gap between me and Dashuang, my impression of him is not good.

How to say, I am the kind of person who has a little temper and is more impatient. However, Dashuang is slow and thinks about it for a long time no matter what he does. So I can have a close relationship with Sun Tuzi, Blind, Dou Dabao and others, but my relationship with him can only be considered a colleague.

However, I also know that the evil behavior of a person like him is to recognize one thing, that is, to admit the truth. If you do not meet your expectations, you will never take any further actions.

"Okay, if you want to draw, we just use it."

I said in anger, found the brush and ink from my bag, sat behind the counter, ready to meet his conditions.

Before this, I accidentally looked at Xiaoya next to me again, but I felt a sense of irritability in my heart for no reason.

With this annoyance, I wanted to turn over the portrait of the title page, but I didn't know if I was thrusting my mind, but I actually tore off the page with force.

I couldn't help but be stunned, but then, a man's voice suddenly came from my ear: "What kind of thing is this painting? It doesn't look like it at all! It's worse than bullshit!"

I was stunned again, and when I realized that my back spine became cold.

This sound is...the painter!

The "silly bearded man" whom Zhao Qi and Bobotou were initially looking for, are still attached to me!

Because Wei Wuying's affairs were too complicated and bizarre, I actually forgot about this matter later.

The key was that the echo-like parrot was already hard to detect, and the painter himself had no sense of existence, so I forgot his existence.

However, forgetting does not mean that he does not exist...

Somehow, I suddenly felt a trance.

By the time the consciousness recovered, another portrait was already on the account book.

This portrait is much more sloppy than the previous one, and looks very unpretentious.

But just these few quick strokes reveal the most authentic appearance of a woman.

With the same beautiful face, the person in the painting is no longer Xiaoya, but a woman with mature charm.

"Ji Yayun!" I blurted out the name of the person in the painting. At the same time, I looked at the brush still in my hand in disbelief.

Did I draw this painting?

I don't believe that I would draw such a painting in a state of hazy consciousness, and it also looks so similar to myself.

But the fact is, the lines in this painting are obviously my usual "rough" style!

"Xu Fai!"

When I heard the sound coming from my ears, I suddenly turned my head, but was shocked again.

Xiaoya disappeared at some point. The woman standing beside me was also wearing a royal blue sleeveless cheongsam, her facial features were equally beautiful but had a bit of mature charm...

Xiaoya suddenly became the familiar Ji Yayun!

Ji Yayun looked at me with doubt, and even a little sleepy, as if he had just been pulled up from the bed and pulled here.

Ji Yayun and I were staring at each other in a daze. Dashuang suddenly reminded again: "Boss, time is really not enough."

I couldn't help but frown again, but Ji Yayun's reaction was very strange.

As if she had just woken up, she actually took the brush from me, and walked beside me, slowly writing two beautiful small characters next to her own portrait - the account room.

Then, she turned another page and wrote two more words at the same position.

This time, I wrote about the housekeeper.

Ji Yayun looked at me with a complicated expression, returned the brush to me, and pointed at Dashuang with his eyes: "Hurry up and finish the work first."

“Just business…”

I could only smile bitterly, pinched the brush, looked at the word "Butler", then looked at Dashuang, licked his mouth, and started drawing on the notebook with a stingy forehead.

The same simple and crude style of painting and the same sloppy handwriting, this time, I was always online.

However, when the portrait of Dashuang was completed, I became conscious again...

I can't describe what it felt like. I seemed to know what I was doing, but it seemed that it was not controlled by myself. In a daze, I only saw faces appearing in front of me, men and women, but I couldn't see their specific appearance clearly.

"Boss, these people are..."

When I heard a voice, I woke up immediately. I looked up and saw Da Shuang looking in front of me with confusion.

I was stunned when I followed his gaze.
Chapter completed!