In the concept of ordinary people, the account book is a book used to keep accounts, and the most important thing that should appear on it is the number, why is there such a portrait on the account book of the post station?

This portrait is sketched with a brush, although the lines are concise, but vivid, looking at the eyebrows and eyes, the person in the painting seems to be Ji Yayun...... Or rather—Xiaoya.

However, that's not the one that surprised me the most.

On one side of the portrait, there are two small letters of fine brushwork - the account room!

Accounts?

Lesser?

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

Xiaoya is the account office of the post station?

When you think about it, it doesn't seem like a surprise. Ji Yayun once went to 'collect accounts' from Dashuang, but I, the so-called boss, have never read the contents of this account book.

"How could I be on the books?" Xiaoya asked again.

I looked at her and shook my head.

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

This ledger is new!

A thought popped into my head.

Immediately after, a voice confirmed my thoughts.

"This book is new." It was the big pair who spoke.

Without waiting for me to speak, he said slowly: "Brother Xu, here, I will call you Brother Xu one last time." I know that you don't know much about the Yin-Yang Station. I'll explain everything to you in detail, but that's only after I've registered it. ”

"Registered?" I was stunned, "How do I register?" Do you want me to write your information down in this book? ”

When I said it, I thought it was incredible.

Unexpectedly, Dashuang nodded, and then, he shook his head again, took two steps back, and said: "The registration and making of the book need to be completed by you and the account office, you just need to draw my appearance on it." ”

Draw it?

I couldn't help but frown, "Are you kidding me?" ”

Dashuang said very seriously: "No, as long as you draw my appearance, 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.

Anyway, I'm the kind of person who has a bit of a temper and is more impatient. But Dashuang's temperament is slow, no matter what he does, he thinks about it for a long time. So I can have deep friendships with Sun Tuzi, Blind, Dou Dabao and others, but my relationship with him can only be regarded as colleagues.

However, I also know that the stinking virtue of a person like him is that once he decides on one thing, it is to admit death. If expectations are not met, there will be absolutely no further action.

"Okay, if you want to paint, let's use it."

I said with a sigh of relief, took the brush and ink from my bag, and sat down behind the counter, ready to meet his conditions.

Before that, I inadvertently glanced at Xiaoya next to me, but I felt irritable in my heart.

With this irritability, I wanted to turn the portrait of the title page, but I didn't know if my brain was pumping, so I tore the page off the notebook with a lot of force.

I couldn't help but be stunned, but then a neurotic man's voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "What kind of thing is this painting, it doesn't look like it at all!" Bullshit is not as good as that! ”

I was stunned again, and when I reacted, I felt a chill down my spine.

This voice is...... It's the artist!

The 'stupid beard' that I met unexpectedly in the cemetery, the painter Zhao Qi and Bo Botou that they were looking for in the first place, are still attached to me!

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

The key point is that unconsciously, the echo-like parroting has long been imperceptible, and the painter himself has no sense of existence, so I forgot about his existence.

However, just because he forgot doesn't mean he doesn't exist......

Somehow, I suddenly felt in a trance.

By the time he regained consciousness, there was another portrait in the books.

This portrait is much more scribbled than the previous one, and it looks very unpolished.

But these few hasty strokes have outlined the most real characteristics 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, he looked at the brush still in his hand in disbelief.

Did I paint this picture?

I couldn't believe that I would paint such a picture in a hazy state of consciousness, and that it would be so similar to me.

But the truth is, the lines of this painting are obviously my usual 'rough' style!

"Xu Xu!"

When I heard the sound in my ears, I suddenly turned my head, but I was stunned again.

Xiaoya didn't know when she was gone, and the woman standing next to me was also wearing a royal blue sleeveless cheongsam, with the same beautiful facial features but a little more mature charm......

Xiao Ya has suddenly become the Ji Yayun I am familiar with!

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

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

I couldn't help frowning again, but Ji Yayun's reaction was very peculiar.

As if she had just woken up, she actually took the brush from my hand, placed it next to me, and slowly wrote two small characters next to her own portrait - the account room.

Then she flipped another page, and in the same place, she wrote two more words.

This time, it was written - the housekeeper.

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

"Get down to business......

I could only smile bitterly, pinched the brush, looked at the word 'housekeeper', then looked at Dashuang, licked my mouth, and drew it on the notebook.

The same simple and rough painting style, the same scribbled handwriting, this time, my consciousness is always online.

However, when the portrait of the pair was completed, I was once again in a trance......

I can't describe what it was like, I seemed to know what I was doing, but it didn't seem to be controlled by myself. In a daze, I only saw faces constantly appearing in front of me, men and women, but I couldn't see their specific appearances very clearly.

"Boss, these people are ......"

When I heard a voice, I woke up and looked up to see Dashuang looking at me with puzzled eyes.

When I looked at him, I was stunned.

The account book turned another page, and on this page, there were portraits of five more people!