a little painter

Chapter 9

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Li Feng hugged the picture scroll and followed behind Luo Zhen indignantly. When he walked out of the courtyard, he turned his head and looked at the elegant and generous Liu Ziqing, a trace of jealousy and calculation flashed in his eyes. You little painter can't afford to walk around.

Seeing the people leave, Chu Hui heaved a sigh of relief. It seems that tomorrow he will have to buy paper and ink early, and he will be able to make time to sell paintings under the overpass in the afternoon. He doesn't know if Mr. Luo will come.

In the room, Chu Hui couldn't help but look happy, this is a huge sum of money, she first took out five taels of silver and put it away, then handed the remaining 20 taels to Liu Ziqing: "Ziqing, you take the money Well, maybe we will be able to buy a house in Jiuqu County soon."

Liu Zi slightly frowned, this Young Master Chu was too out of touch: "What is Brother Chu doing, how can Ziqing accept it?"

"Put it away quickly, I still have to cook." Chu Hui didn't think about it, just thought she was embarrassed, put the money on the table and went to the kitchen happily. , Didn't he let that chicken down.

Liu Zi sat quietly at the table, this hot trust made her frown, after a long time, a seductive fragrance wafted in the air, thinking of that person's excellent cooking skills, she lightly raised the corner of her mouth, stood up and put away the money , since you have the heart, then why should I be afraid.

After dinner, Mother Liu went back to her room to wash up first, Chu Hui and Liu Ziqing sat at the table, one didn't like to talk much, the other didn't know what to say, they looked at each other, the air was inexplicably stuffy.

There is no need to be precarious, to eat and sleep in the open, and the complexion has faded from the withered yellow, and restored the luster and whiteness.The woman in front of her looked indifferent, as described in a poem, her natural beauty is hard to give up.

Chu Hui stared at Liu Ziqing's face, her eyes were unfocused and she let go of her thoughts, in a daze, the red lips of the person in front of her slightly parted, and she came back to her senses.

"Poems are good poems, paintings are so-so, five taels of silver is a bit expensive" Liu Zi's light voice sounded in the silent air.

"Ah...Actually, I was talking about five taels of silver and five paintings. They misunderstood it." Chu Hui replied weakly. She was going to make it clear at that time, but that Mr. Li was too annoying , she did not correct it.

Liu Ziqing couldn't help but took a deep breath, she helped her forehead and said: "If you still want to sell at this price tomorrow, poetry is not enough."

"Ziqing means..." Chu Hui's eyes glowed, exuding a desire for knowledge. She was used to oil painting in her previous life, but she was very unfamiliar with colorless ink painting. in the meaning.

"People in the world often say that there is ink but no brush, and there is no ink but brush, but the ink is a family, you are too self-confident." Liu Ziqing sighed softly in her heart. She had long seen that Chu Hui's painting method is unique, but charcoal is always It's hard to be elegant, but after carefully looking at the five paintings today, she saw that something was wrong, it was people and trees that were brushed aside.Added some lines, although more vivid, but less artistic conception

"I understand, but don't you think the same Douman is abstract?" Chu Hui seemed to refute and seemed puzzled.

bean manabstract?It's true, Liu Zi smiled lightly, although the words this person uttered were very novel, but she basically understood: "You know that ink is also divided into five colors, although the ink and brush can be separated, but it can't be heavy on form and light on meaning."

Seeing that Chu Hui still didn't understand, Liu Ziqing turned around and went back to the room to take out a pen and paper, tapped the pen and ink lightly, and a bunch of flowers jumped on the paper: "Come and see what kind of flower I drew."

Chu turned his head and looked at the place where the ink dots melted on the paper, and finally murmured: "The flowers are beautiful, but I can't tell what kind of flowers they are."

"But what I paint is flowers, and you think the flowers are beautiful, don't you? What I want to express is just a few flowers. If I want to paint lotuses, I will have an extra pool of water. If I want to paint plums, I will have more water." More branches, too similar will be vulgar, not like it will be deceiving, it doesn't matter what kind of flower it is, as long as people can recognize it as a flower, and that's all I want." Liu Ziqing's eyes are burning Staring at Chu Hui, this feeling of sitting and discussing poetry and painting with others has been gone for a long time. She thought of her father who loved painting all her life, but was destroyed by a painting, and her heart was hard to distinguish between joy and sorrow.

"It's fine for others to see what I want to express. There is no need to add heavy ink for the sake of similarity, is that right?" Chu Hui looked at Liu Ziqing as if asking for proof.

"When the water is too full, it will overflow, and the painting is the same. Many times, a little bit is inadvertently left for the people who look at the painting, and it is precisely that little bit that is left out that shines in the end." It's not an exaggeration for Guanyu, it's just that she looks confused on weekdays, she loses a lot of energy, and she is too dull, otherwise she would have incurred a lot of romantic debts.

The night was getting darker, and there was silence all around, and it was only when she felt the cold on her body that Chu Hui came back to her senses, the beauty had gone, and the lights were on, she stood up as if waking up from a dream, because she was too self-righteous, always thinking that she was ahead of others For thousands of years, everyone knows that those techniques have blocked the way ahead.

Chapter 7

Early the next morning, as soon as the sun came into view, Chu Hui entered the city in high spirits, with a huge sum of five taels of silver in her pocket. She first went to the calligraphy and painting studio to have a look, but sure enough, the door was not open yet.

Thinking of her frugal life in the past few days, she prepared to reward herself. She walked to the restaurant and took one last turn. She went to the bun shop at the alley, bought a few freshly baked buns, and returned to the calligraphy and painting studio just in time. I bought a pen and ink.

After hurriedly returning to the small courtyard, she put the steamed buns that were still warm in the pot and went into her hut.

Picking up the brush and grinding the ink, he still divides a painting into four small pictures. The first person to appear in the Peach Blossom Temple is no longer the outstanding old man, but a woman in fluttering clothes is watering under the peach tree. Waiting for the flowers to bloom every day, waiting for the fairy to come every night, sincerely until the golden stone blooms, the fairy-like woman will come to visit, and the drunk among the flowers has forgotten the sorrow.

Five paintings unfolded slowly in front of the eyes, each of the [-] small pictures was inscribed with a poem, and a complete "A Tale of Encountering Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple" vividly appeared on the paper.

At that day, in this gate, we met under the peach blossom tree for the first time.

I have only seen immortals planting peach trees, but I have never heard of immortals looking at bonuses.

Zhao Zhao looks forward to the immortal Gu, and the peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze every day.

Suddenly hearing that the fairy trail arrived, the face of the peach blossom man turned red.

In the Peach Blossom Valley, there are peach blossom fairies, and peach blossom beauties sleep under a tree.

Peach blossom wine is brewed by the soul of flowers, and everyone knows the fragrance of flowers.

Fine wine dispels sorrows and disappears, drunk lying on flowers and resting on a pillow is safe.

I don't know that the sun and the moon are short in the flowers, but it has been thousands of years in the world.

Don't enter the troubled world and be polluted by mortal dust, I would rather be a flower fairy on the branches.

When spring comes and March comes the fragrant wind, it is the flower slave who greets the king.

Don't think about fine brushwork and ink, and simply express what you want in your heart, Chu Hui looked at the five paintings that surprised him for a long time, unable to speak.

The teacher once said that the same theme can be drawn differently by different people, because everyone has different life experiences and different understandings of life, so the things expressed are also different.