the other side, flower festival

Chapter 3 Ghost Paintings ([-])

Jiang Jichen leaned back, put the paintbrush in his hand on the pen mount, sighed heavily, and obviously held his temper: "Such weird words are not worth believing. What did you go to find out?"

Si Yangting kept looking at Jiang Jichen, and he leaned forward again: "Have you ever painted that young master of the Zhang family? Have you ever recognized him?"

Jiang Jichen was surprised that when Si Yangting came to him with any unsolvable case, he would show him one by one the clues he had sorted out. A rational person, but today, Si Yangting has no logic in every sentence.

"Me?" Jiang Jichen thought for a second, "I don't know him, let alone paint."

"That's weird." Si Yangting finally put his body back, eyes full of doubts, "I also think this matter should not have anything to do with you, but the evidence is here."

Jiang Jichen chuckled slightly: "Evidence? According to you, this disappearance case is related to me?"

"I just said that I came to find you in private today. I just wanted to find out what happened first, and try to find a way to help you get over this matter. If it is really investigated, there will be other evidence tomorrow. Your side It's hard to explain." Si Yangting looked anxious.

"What evidence?"

"The painting you made for him was found in the place where Mr. Zhang disappeared last night. It should not be considered as evidence, but now you are the only suspect." Si Yangting stretched out his hand and scratched his head while speaking, looking anxious , "So I want to ask you first, whether you have painted him, and whether you recognize him."

Jiang Jichen squinted his eyes and thought for a moment: "How can it be that I made the painting?"

Si Yangting clenched his fist lightly: "The signature of the painting has your usual logo on it." As he spoke, he pointed to a portrait of a woman without a face on the wall. Strangely enough, the signature of the portrait is a bright red Bana flower.

"There is this Bianhua in the painting?" Jiang Jichen's face was startled. This was something he had never thought of. After all, this Bianhua is not an ordinary thing. The reason why he has been using this Bianhua to sign the name instead of his own name , because this Bianhua often appeared in his dreams, together with the woman who couldn't see the face clearly, as time passed, he got used to painting women without faces, and it was designated as a Bianhua.

Si Yang Ting nodded emphatically: "Think about it carefully, have you ever recognized the young master of the Zhang family? You tell me more, so I can explain it to you later, otherwise once you find out, you know, I am Do not help your relatives."

Jiang Jichen stood up slightly angrily: "You don't believe me?"

Si Yangting stood up and approached Jiang Jichen: "In the final analysis, although we are not siblings, we grew up together. I have never called you big brother, but in my heart, I respect you as big brother. How could I Don't believe you?"

Jiang Jichen didn't have time to communicate with Si Yangting. He searched for clues about Mr. Zhang's family in his mind, but there was no connection.

Si Yangting raised his foot and walked in front of Jiang Jichen: "If you really have no impression, and you haven't painted him, then there is something strange about this matter. In fact, before I came to you, I felt that this matter It's very strange, who would still have his own portrait on his body in the middle of the night? Besides, if you really did it, why would you still bring the painting you made for him when you kidnapped him? The hobbies are too strange."

Jiang Jichen saw that Si Yangting's words were getting more and more out of control, and knew that Si Yangting had already let go of the possibility that he had something to do with this matter. He couldn't help but smile slightly, and then turned his head to look In the depths of Xiangxi City, my heart is a little confused. Who did it?What is the intention?Although this method is so cheap and stupid, it is unavoidable.

"Would you like to come with me to Zhang Yuanwai's house?" Si Yangting said suddenly.

Jiang Jichen only said softly: "Since it has nothing to do with me, there is nothing to see. If you really go, maybe you will fall into the trick of the other party instead."

Si Yangting nodded: "That's right," he got up and smiled reassuringly: "I'm overthinking today, so I'm leaving first. In the absence of other evidence, I guarantee that you, Zanghua Pavilion, have nothing to lose. No, whether it’s your workshop or you.”

Jiang Jichen nodded to Si Yangting, and gave a soft "um", the sunlight slanted over and reflected on his side face, drawing a beautiful arc.

"Then I'll go back to Dali Temple first, and you can come to Dali Temple to find me if you have anything to do." Si Yangting didn't wait for Priest Jiang to reply, turned around and went downstairs.

Jiang Jichen turned around and heard Si Yangting talking to the boy downstairs. His tone was much more cheerful, but his heart was a little heavy. Who did all this and what was the purpose?With his hand, he subconsciously caressed the flower-shaped jade pendant on his waist. The jade pendant shone blood-red and smeared, which was really beautiful.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight is shining brightly, and a group of crows fly by. On a rooftop in Chang’an East City, a man in white clothes stands tall, standing against the wind, his clothes fluttering with the wind, and his long black hair flutters with the wind, reflecting the moonlight Looking cold, looking closer, I saw Jiang Jichen's face was as frosty, staring coldly at Zhang Yuan's family's mansion opposite, Jiang Jichen squinted slightly, as if thinking about something, and then checked the surrounding environment.

Dongshi is a bit desolate, although there are times when it is lively, but because most of the time, the people living here are migrants, so the locals don’t come here often, they just sell some household items near Dongshi Forget it, unlike the West Market, where exquisite and luxurious items come from far away, the so-called "shopping" comes from this. It used to refer to shopping in Chang'an East Market and West Market, but now it is This is how it gets passed down.

This city of Chang'an has already separated people and coexisted peacefully, but how can they truly tolerate each other?Just like the relationship between Jiang Jichen and Si Yangting, he knew in his heart that Si Yangting's feelings for him were true, and he often took care of Si Yangting, but the part in his heart could not be erased after all, so, From the very beginning, he left the Si family's mansion. He was not cold-blooded, but he just didn't want to cause trouble to his adoptive father and younger brother, because he always felt that there was an unsolved mystery behind his life experience. At home, he may bring disaster to the Si family, but he is used to being pessimistic. He never thinks that good things will happen to him unless...Jiang Jichen smiled, how can there be such an unless
Jiang Jichen raised his eyes again, and looked at Zhang Yuanwai's mansion. The door was closed, and the lights inside were all dark, only the light in the west wing of the other courtyard was on. The windows flickered with the wind, and a weak figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard. In, can't see clearly.

Jiang Jichen closed his eyes, jumped slightly, and walked closer to Zhang Yuan's house. Then, he took two quick steps along the beam and flew to the roof of the other courtyard in the west wing. He saw the people in the courtyard walking silently. He looked like he had lost his soul, his eyes were dull, and he walked all the way back to the west wing of the other courtyard. As soon as he entered, he sat down at the table, picked up the book on the table, and just sat there blankly.

Jiang Jichen felt strange, who could enter Zhang's other courtyard so easily late at night. Ordinarily, it should be the study of the young master of Zhang's family, and that person, the person sitting at the table with dull eyes, could it be that Jiang Jichen just thought of Here, I heard the voice of Zhang's servant: "Who is there!"

Jiang Jichen collected his thoughts, and turned his head to see a few servants in the courtyard looking in his direction. He turned his head hastily, jumped off the roof, and disappeared into the night.

Behind the roof where Jiang Jichen had just disappeared, a male figure appeared. The man had a pair of scarlet eyes. Then he stood up and spread his black-feathered wings. In an instant, like a big bird, Majestic and intimidating.

(End of this chapter)