New Times Inn

Feng Qing took the phone and looked at herself.

Honestly, she looks a little scary now.

But such a heavy makeup look under the Douyin filter, basically disappeared without a trace, replaced by a face that Feng Qing did not know himself.

"Tut tsk...Mom, is it really okay for you to trick your daughter into wearing this makeup?" Feng Qing adjusted the camera on the phone while chatting with her mother.

"Okay, it's good, this is taught by people on Douyin, just turn on the beauty." Her mother is like Feng Qing said the tone.

"Then don't go out."

"...Well, Mom, what you said is very reasonable." Feng Qing took a look, and the street outside was empty and dark. Her guys all went to the back, this At that time, no one would suddenly come over and bump into her scene that was comparable to the upper body of a ghost.

She turned her head, filled the Douyin filter, and saw this miraculous scene—

Under the beauty, the thick and ridiculous shadows on her face instantly became very natural, making her nose look taller and her face look smaller. Even the hairline doesn't look that high anymore.

Her seemingly round eyes instantly turned into seductive eyes.

Obviously Feng Qing didn't do anything, but the eyes on the screen seemed to be able to talk.

comparable to vampires.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qing has turned into a beauty that she doesn't even know who she is.

Vibrato people, Douyin souls, filters are the best!

"It's dark inside, I feel a little unclear." Chu Chang drunk.

He felt like there was something in front of him, and it just blocked his sight. The position was a bit too coincidental, and it even made him think that God was against him.

At this moment, he heard a sound from inside the inn, which made him a little nervous, and couldn't wait to see what was going on inside.

Several others surrounded him.

"Did you see anything?" Li Qi said.

"I didn't see it." Chu Changzui said, "But I heard a voice. The shopkeeper in the room seems to be talking to someone."

"No way?" Li Qi was a little puzzled, "The inn should be empty. Who is the shopkeeper talking to?"

"Could it be that the shopkeeper... is talking to Yun Shujun?" Such a thought flashed in Chu Changzui's mind.

Drinking alone and talking to non-existent people all the time, it seems that the shopkeeper is very drunk.

The chances of them being discovered today are a little less.

"What's the matter with the shopkeeper?" An Huo Shaxi also asked in his not very smooth Mandarin.

She was corrected for a long time before she learned to call Feng Qing the shopkeeper like everyone else. Before, when she called Feng Qing, she always used a word from the Western Regions that no one could understand. Zui deliberately checked, only to find that the word means "god".

He didn't know why Anhuo Shaxi called the shopkeeper a god, but it was conceivable that the shopkeeper had a very high status in her heart. If something happened, this guy Must go crazy again.

"Get out of the way, I'll take a look." Li Qi held down Chu Changzui's small head, then pulled him aside, and through the small hole that was poked, he faced Looking inside the house.

Feng Qing glanced at the screen like a fairy inside, then glanced at herself in the brass mirror next to her, and shivered.

This sense of contrast is so strong that I feel panic when I see it too much.

How do I say it... It's very much like the Fengyuebaojian in A Dream of Red Mansions.

The ultimate artifact to beat people's desire - Douyin.

Feng Qing belongs to the group of old people who can't keep up with the times. If it wasn't for her mother who asked her to shoot Douyin, she might never download this software in her life, but Feng Qing herself is still not bad Serious people, since they have taken pictures, they must be taken well.

She took out a flute from the drawer next to her.

This is what she found today. I don't know which crew's props were placed in the inn before. The mother-in-law asked her to dance in front of the screen. Feng Qing felt that she really couldn't do it, so she retreated and asked her mother if she could play the flute.

In the past few days, she has been using Douyin when she has nothing to do. Just the other day, she saw a video in which you don't need to move much, you just need to pose a few poses and pretend to play the flute with the background music.

Put on a fairy-like ancient style shirt, then put a fancy decoration on your head, and finally put on a few flute-playing postures to the camera, the eyes look a little deeper, and the back On the crazy vibrato special effects, this is even alive.

Feng Qing felt that this video was very suitable for her, and it happened that she had learned the recorder for three months.

...Although the recorder and the flute in Feng Qing's hands do not seem to be the same thing, although Feng Qing's recorder can be comparable to that of Brother Octopus, but Feng Qing just thinks that he should play the flute more temperament.

She believes that if the filming is finished, it will definitely make her mother happy.

In order to shoot today's video, Feng Qing not only painted her face into such a terrifying look, she also deliberately lifted her usual bangs.

For Feng Qing, the only person she dared not pretend to force in her life is her mother.

Because if she dared to pretend to her mother, her mother dared to let her feel the power of maternal love.

She fiddled for a while and felt a little thirsty, so she picked up the coke on the table and poured herself another sip.

When Li Qi looked through the small hole, he only saw the back of the shopkeeper.

He found that his shopkeeper seemed to have changed into a dress that he had never seen her wear.

This dress, even from Li Qi's eyes, felt a little too luxurious.

Slowly blooming and decaying.

He saw that the shopkeeper even had a headdress on his head that he had never seen before. This headdress was made of gold. Embellished with a ring of pearls the size of a thumb.

The shopkeeper seems to be really drunk.

She does not wear such clothes on weekdays, although the shopkeeper has always been a very arrogant person in the eyes of others, but Li Qi, who is most familiar with her, knows that the shopkeeper usually likes to be quiet Yes, even a little introverted.

She took another gulp of wine and took out something from the side.

Li Qi took a long time to recognize it, it seemed to be a flute.

This flute is very old, it even looks a little tattered, and even looks a little out of place in the hands of the shopkeeper dressed like this.

She turned her back to Li Qi, and carefully stroked the flute for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"The shopkeeper seems to have something on his mind."

Li Qi didn't know what happened to the shopkeeper, but he always felt that the shopkeeper seemed to be thinking about someone.

Feng Qing is really thinking of people, she is thinking of her mother.

If she doesn't look good, will her mother execute her on the spot?

It's not impossible, Feng Qing feels that at that time, she can only choose a more comfortable way to die.

"The shopkeeper seems to have changed into a dress that she has never seen before." Li Qi stretched his head back and said.

Never seen her wear it? Chu Changzui was suddenly stunned.

An idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Since this dress has never been worn by the shopkeeper, could it be worn by the former Yun Shujun?

"Then the shopkeeper took a very old flute." Li Qi gestured, "I never knew the shopkeeper could still play the flute."

Chu Changzui was stunned after hearing this sentence.

He did not know that Feng Wuhen could play the flute.

—But Yun Shujun can blow.

Yun Shujun is not only good at playing the flute, she is proficient in playing the flute, chess, calligraphy and painting.

An old flute, it sounds like nothing, but... If it is said that this flute was once used by Yun Shujun?

Resist venting your emotions this way.

She is imitating a deceased person,

"Oh, no wonder we went to bed earlier, I'm afraid we don't want to be seen by others, but... the shopkeeper is useless. People die after all. No matter how hard you try to imitate, you can't be exactly the same as the former Yun Shujun."

Chu Changzui sighed, and put his head in front of the hole again, ready to take a look at the current state of the shopkeeper.

It just happened that Feng Qing put the phone on the phone shooting stand at this time.

The stand was in front of a small window that was almost never opened. Feng Qing glanced at the location, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked back and picked up the flute.

Huh? How can I see through this window, there seems to be an extra frame inside?

Chu Changzui was puzzled for a second, and before he could tell Li Qi and the others the news, he suddenly saw the shopkeeper inside the black frame turn his head.

…

In that instant, all of Chu Changzui's thoughts were interrupted.

He couldn't describe how he felt at that moment.

At that moment, he only felt as if he was not in the mortal world.

I saw a man from heaven.