Feng Qing took the phone and took a look at her appearance.

To be honest, she actually looked a little scary.

The shadows on her face were deep and light, which reminded people of JOJO at first glance, with those thick lines of varying depths, which were very exaggerated.

But such heavy makeup basically disappeared without a trace under the filter of TikTok, and was replaced by a face that Feng Qing herself did not recognize.

"Tsk tsk... Mom, is it really okay for you to pretend to be your lady?" Feng Qing adjusted the lens on her phone while chatting with her mother.

"Okay, it's pretty good. This was taught by someone on TikTok. Just turn on the beauty filter." Her mother said in a tone that Feng Qing, a little kid, knew nothing.

"Actually, you're right, it's really okay, although if I go out, people will definitely think I'm a ghost." Feng Qing said.

"Then don't go out."

"...Yeah, Mom, what you said makes a lot of sense." Feng Qing looked out. The street outside was empty and dark. Her employees had all gone to the back. At this time, no one would suddenly come and see her in a scene that was like a ghost.

She turned her head and pulled up the filter of Douyin, and then saw this miraculous scene -

under the beauty filter, the heavy and somewhat ridiculous shadows on her face instantly became extremely natural, making her nose look higher, her face look smaller, and even her hairline look not so high.

Her round eyes instantly turned into a pair of soul-stirring eyes.

Feng Qing obviously did nothing, but the eyes on the screen seemed to be able to speak, blinking and almost bewitching people.

Her skin became two shades whiter. Feng Qing was already white enough, but now she felt that she was infinitely close to the legendary cold white skin, so white that she could rival vampires.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qing had turned into a completely... beautiful woman that she herself didn't even recognize.

Douyin people, Douyin soul, filters are the best!

"It's pitch black in there, and it feels a little hard to see clearly." Chu Changzui said.

He felt as if there was something blocking his view. The location was too good to be true. It even made him wonder if God was against him.

At this moment, he heard some noise coming from the inn. The noise made him feel a little anxious. He couldn't wait to see what was going on inside.

Several other people gathered around him.

"Did you see anything?" Li Qi asked.

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

"No way?" Li Qi was a little confused. "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 through Chu Changzui's mind.

Drinking alone and talking to a non-existent person, it seems that the shopkeeper is very drunk.

The possibility of them being discovered today will be a little smaller.

"What's wrong with the shopkeeper?" An Huoshaxi also asked in her unsmooth Mandarin.

It took her a long time to learn to call Feng Qing the shopkeeper like everyone else. Before, she had always called Feng Qing with a Western word that no one could understand. Later, Chu Changzui looked it up and found that the word meant "god".

He didn't know why An Huoshaxi 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 would definitely go crazy again.

"Get out of the way, let me take a look." Li Qi pressed Chu Changzui's little head, then pulled him aside, and looked into the house through the small hole that was poked out.

Feng Qing looked at herself on the screen, who looked like a fairy, and then looked at herself in the brass mirror next to her, and shuddered.

This contrast is so strong that I feel so cautious after watching it too much.

How should I put it... It has the flavor of Fengyue Baojian in Dream of the Red Chamber.

Fengyue Baojian in the cyberpunk era, a magic weapon for the pleasure of nipples that conquered countless new century people, a stage for endless bizarre scams, a place to watch magical creatures, and the ultimate artifact that makes many people unable to control their desire to beat people on the subway - Douyin.

Feng Qing belongs to the group of old people who can't keep up with the times. If her mother hadn't asked her to shoot Douyin, she might never download this software in her life. However, Feng Qing herself is still a relatively real person. Since she has shot it, she must shoot it well.

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

She found this today while rummaging through the cabinets. She didn't know if it was a prop belonging to a certain crew or if it had been placed in the inn before. Her mother asked her to dance in front of the screen. Feng Qing felt that she couldn't do it, so she settled for the next best thing and asked her mother if she could play the flute.

In the past few days, she had been scrolling through Douyin when she had nothing to do, and that day she happened to see a video where she didn’t have to move much, she just had to do a few poses and pretend to play the flute with the background music.

Put on a fairy-like old-style shirt, then put some fancy decorations on your head, and finally pose for the camera as if you were playing the flute, with a more profound look in your eyes, and a crazy TikTok special effect on the back, and you're done.

Feng Qing felt that this video was very suitable for her, as she happened to have learned to play the vertical flute for three months.

...Although the vertical flute and the flute in Feng Qing's hand seemed to be different things, and although the vertical flute played by Feng Qing could be compared with Squidward, Feng Qing just felt that she should have more temperament to play the flute.

She believed that if she uploaded the video after filming, it would definitely make her mother happy.

In order to shoot this video today, Feng Qing not only painted her face into such a scary look, she also deliberately lifted up her bangs that she usually used to show off.

For Feng Qing, the only person she dared not show off to in her life was her mother.

Because if she dared to show off to her mother, her mother would dare to let her feel the power of maternal love.

She felt thirsty after struggling for a while, so she took the Coke on the table and drank another sip.

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

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

Even from Li Qi's point of view, this dress seemed a little too luxurious.

The gold threads on the dress were stacked up in layers, too numerous to count. Large and magnificent golden flowers bloomed on the hem of the dress, slowly blooming and fading on the ground as the shopkeeper walked.

He saw that the shopkeeper was even wearing a headdress that he had never seen before. It was made of an unknown amount of gold. It looked heavy just by looking at it. It was also decorated with a circle of pearls as big as a thumb.

The shopkeeper seemed to be really drunk.

She would not wear such clothes on weekdays. Although the shopkeeper was always a very arrogant person in the eyes of others, Li Qi, who was most familiar with her, knew that the shopkeeper usually liked to be quiet and even a little introverted.

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

Li Qi looked at it for a long time before he could identify it. It seemed to be a flute.

The flute was very old and even looked a little shabby. It seemed a little out of place in the hands of the shopkeeper dressed like this.

She turned her back to Li Qi and stroked the flute carefully for a long time. It was unknown what she was thinking about.

"The shopkeeper seems to be worried about something."

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

Feng Qing was indeed thinking about someone. She was thinking about her mother.

Do you think her mother would execute her on the spot if she didn't take a good photo?

It's not impossible. Feng Qing felt that when that time really came, she could only choose a more comfortable way to die.

"The shopkeeper seemed to have changed into clothes that she had never seen her wear before." Li Qi said after he stretched his head back.

Never seen her wearing it before? Chu Changzui was suddenly stunned.

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Since the shopkeeper has never been seen wearing this dress, could it be that Yun Shujun once wore it?

"Then the shopkeeper also took out a very old flute." Li Qi gestured and said, "I never knew that the shopkeeper could play the flute."

Chu Changzui was also suddenly stunned after hearing this.

He really didn't know that Feng Wuhen could play the flute.

——But Yun Shujun can play it.

Yun Shujun can not only play the flute, she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

An old flute, it sounds like nothing, but... what if this flute was once used by Yun Shujun?

The shopkeeper drank all day and finally got drunk at night. She might not want to show her vulnerability in front of everyone, but in private, she still couldn't help venting her emotions in this way.

She was imitating a dead person.

Chu Changzui didn't expect to see the shopkeeper like this, but everyone will be sad sometimes, even a strong man like the shopkeeper.

"Alas, no wonder we went to bed early. I'm afraid they didn't want to be seen by others. But... it's useless for the shopkeeper to do this. The dead are dead after all. Besides, no matter how much the shopkeeper imitates, he can't be exactly the same as the former Yun Shujun."

Chu Changzui sighed and stretched his head to the hole again, ready to take a look at the shopkeeper's current condition.

Coincidentally, Feng Qing put his mobile phone on the mobile phone stand at this time.

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

Huh? Why is it that when I look through this window, it seems like there is an extra frame inside?

Chu Changzui was confused for a second, and before he could tell Li Qi and the others about this, he suddenly saw the shopkeeper in the black frame turn his head.

...

At that moment, all Chu Changzui's thoughts were interrupted.

He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment.

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

Instead, he saw people in heaven.