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Chapter 42 : Not knowing each other

On Saturday afternoon, people come and go in Qingjia Square.

Meng Huo was standing by a pillar on the west side of the square. He took out his cell phone and looked at the time. At three o’clock in the afternoon, it was the agreed time to meet with the fans.

“Isn’t it coming?”

Meng Huo thought optimistically that he didn’t have the phone number of the other party, and he couldn’t contact him if he didn’t come.

This is a good thing. Meng Huo doesn’t want to reveal his identity. Anyway, he has come over as promised, and the other party will be relaxed instead of coming. Meng Huo waited for ten minutes, but the fans still didn’t come. He turned around to leave.

“Are you Mr. He Xi?”

Just then, a slightly hoarse voice came.

Meng Huo followed the voice. A woman wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a white mask, almost completely covering her face, walked over. Even her voice was a little unclear.

“I am, you are Xi Ho?”

“Correct.”

The woman walked to the side of Meng Huo. She was silent for a moment. It turned out that Meng Huo also had a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, and she dressed just like a woman.

In the strange eyes of the passing pedestrians, both of them felt a little unhappy.

This woman-He Qian thought in her heart what kind of cartoonist this is. Fans asked him to come out to meet, and he even dressed up! And Meng Huo also thought about what kind of fan it was, but he didn’t even show his face when he called someone out.

But on the surface, neither of them is unusual.

“Doesn’t He Xi feel hot in this costume?”

He Qian broke the silence.

“Is it hot? How cool it is today, do you think you can take off the mask if you are hot!” Meng Huo said with a smile. He dressed up to deal with the situation where fans are reporters or other caring people, and He Qian’s dress made him more alert. Up.

Ordinary fans don’t have to dress so tightly.

“I was followed by someone. He could easily find me if I took off my mask.” He Qian explained, of course Meng Huo didn’t believe this reason at all.

He Qian is the same. She is very curious about Meng Huo’s appearance, but obviously normal means can’t let him take off his mask. If it is exchanged, she would not be happy. Who knows what kind of person this cartoonist is? The teacher Mach stalked after seeing her, she didn’t want to repeat the tragedy.

So He Qian turned the topic around. First, she took out the pen and paper from her bag to let Meng Huo draw a picture, and confirmed that he was genuine.

This confirmation surprised He Qian. It turned out that Teacher He Xi was really a teenager. Although he couldn’t see the specific age, he was definitely under eighteen. After confirming that she was a teenager, she became more interested in He Xi, and after a long time she enthusiastically called him ‘Brother He Xi’.

Meng Huo did not object. The woman gave him a familiar feeling. Although her voice was hoarse through the mask, her tone and tone made him more and more familiar, much like the He Qian he was looking for.

Meng Huo is unfamiliar with Ninghai, and He Qian leads the way.

“What’s your sister’s last name?”

Meng Huo followed her and walked forward, turning his thoughts in his heart, calmly tempting. He didn’t ask the first name directly, only the last name, and most people would not doubt it at all.

“My last name is Liu.”

However, He Qian was very alert. She opened her mouth and asked, “What is the surname of Brother He Xi?”

Meng Huo smiled slightly: “My surname is Liu, too.”

He was a little disappointed, but didn’t give up his doubts, and continued to test on the road.

While dealing with him, He Qian led him away from the crowded square and walked up a mountain road.

“There is a temple above here that prays for rain. In summer, there are witches dancing on it to pray for rain. There are many tourists.” She introduced on the road: “It’s past summer, there should be no tourists.”

Meng Huo felt strange: “How come there are witches in China? They are not Japanese… Oh no, are they from the Far East?”

“What are you talking about, of course there are witches in China, haven’t you learned “Zhou Li”?”

He Qian looked back at Meng Huo and was a little surprised: “Although I don’t remember very clearly, there were witches in the Zhou Dynasty. They are one of the official positions in charge of rituals and ceremonies. They are usually responsible for exorcising evil spirits, purifying, praying for rain, and praying for good weather. .”

The witches in her mouth are very similar to those of Japanese witches. Meng Huo recalled the history books he had read, and they did say these things. However, there is a big difference between the witches of the Zhou Dynasty and the Japanese witches. Their images are more like mysterious witches, and they are not wearing white and beautiful clothes.

Although he thought so, Meng Huo was stunned when he arrived at the destination. He saw a group of girls in cyan ancient costumes dancing on the bluestone slab…

“lucky! It seems we are lucky, these witches are practicing dance!”

He Qian was a little bit happy. Meng Huo was surprised for a long time. After observation, he found that the clothes worn by these witches were very similar to those of Japanese witches. However, although they looked similar, the clothes were based on Hanfu and were more elegant and refined ancient costumes…

A Chinese-style witch?

Meng Huo was very curious, so he asked someone to ask, only then did he know that this was a custom passed down from the Han Dynasty. The maidens of the Han dynasty prayed for rain to wear different colors of Hanfu, and the maidens who prayed for rain from the East God “dressed in qingyi”; the maiden who prayed for rain from the southern **** Chiyou “danced in red clothes”; The maiden who begged for rain from the central **** Huji “dressed in yellow and danced”; the maiden who begged for rain from the Western gods “dressed in white and danced”; the maiden who asked for rain from the northern **** Xuanming “worn in black” Wuzhi Ninghai is located in the east, where the witches are dressed in Tsing Yi.

Meng was convinced that the completeness of Chinese culture in this world exceeded his expectations. Qin Shihuang did not burn books to confuse Confucianism, and the dynasties did not cut off cultural inheritance. Shintoism in the Far East still flourished, but the Chinese maidens also survived.

The native Chinese sects have hundreds of schools centered on Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and people’s beliefs are very free…

Of course these are not important. The important thing is that Meng Huo already knows what to draw in the next girl’s manga. He can incorporate a Japanese mythology-style manga into the current Chinese system.

This meeting with the fans is so worth it!

Meng Huo was happy, he expressed his gratitude to He Qian, which made her inexplicable.

“You will know the reason why I thank you in two weeks.” Meng Huo smiled. He saw a small shop next to him, his eyes lit up and walked over: “To express my gratitude, I invite you to drink a drink.”

He bought a box of milk tea, a bottle of orange juice, and then passed the orange juice to He Qian.

“Drink, you are welcome.”

Meng Huo put the straw into the milk tea and said with a smile.

He Qian looked at his boxed milk tea with entanglement, because Meng Huo had a straw, so he could drink it without lifting the hood. But bottled orange juice was troublesome. To drink it, you had to lift the hood, so He Qian was exposed to Meng Huo’s eyes.

She thought for a while, and then walked into the shop.

“Boss, give me a long straw.”