Chapter 50 Immortals in Painting

Yan Ji listened to the description of the beautiful maidservant in green, and felt quite bored. After enduring for a long time, she finally refuted, "I have my own moderation in doing things, and I don't bother to bother the girl to give advice."

He spoke coldly and seriously, which made the beautiful maidservant in blue feel bored. He enthusiastically analyzed the interests for him, but in exchange for his cold eyes, he summarized it with a common saying that he used his hot face to stick to other people's cold buttocks.

The beautiful maid in blue answered in dismay and said, "Don't disturb the young man, the little maidservant will leave!"

In the dead of night, Yan Ji practiced "Taiyi Wanxiang" for two hours. After that, he was not very sleepy and felt quite bored in the room. At present, his body has not recovered, and he really dares not take risks to investigate. In case he meets a strong enemy, I'm afraid he will not have such good luck to escape safely.

Yan Ji was idle and looked around with slightly dull eyes. He didn't seem to be observing the structure of the room or looking for anything. Maybe he was extremely bored.

His eyes stopped on an ink painting hanging on the wall and looked at the ink painting in a daze. This is not the first time he has seen this painting, but every time he looks at this painting, he will fall into memories and thoughts.

The scene in the painting is also ordinary. The small bridge is flowing with drizzle. In the bamboo forest, on the small bridge, a woman in an embroidered dress holds a paper fan and stands quietly on the bridge. In her flat eyes, there is a fine melancholy. If you don't look at it carefully, you can't notice a trace of melancholy in her eyes.

A typical Jiangnan ink painting style, a typical Jiangnan woman.

What he** did was just the lush bamboo in the painting and the woman holding the paper fan. He couldn't help but think of the picture of the woman in white supporting the paper fan in front of him.

I can't help missing my senior sister.

Suddenly, he was moved, but he had an idea. He hurriedly got up, found the four treasures of the study in the room, and lit two more oil lamps, and painted them according to the style of the ink painting on the wall.

After learning the art of painting from the master, I haven't started painting for several years. It is inevitable that I feel unfamiliar. After practicing for an hour, I mastered the painting style.

The pen works, the light ink flies, and the scenes in the painting are depicted by him one by one. The small bridge, the misty rain, and the bamboo shadow are depicted under his pen, which is no less than the original painting. It's just that the Jiangnan woman with a paper fan in the original painting was replaced by another person by him.

A white dress with a unique smile, holding an umbrella in one hand and a long sword in the other, adding a little heroism to the beauty. It was his senior sister Liang Xiangling.

Stopping and looking at the real outline of the characters in the painting, I feel sad.

The sky is vast, and there is a vast sea of people.

Where are you in this world? Can we still meet in this life?

Are you thinking about me?

He began to hate the world, just because it was too big.

The night is deeper, the snow is whiter, and the world is more desolate.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and a cold air, accompanied by a few snow, flew into the house. Looking up, Yang Huanyu pushed the door and entered. She was dressed in an orange dress, embroidered with cashmere, with a little snow on her hair, and her face became more and more ruddy.

Since the unicorn blood and phoenix blood were injected into her body, she gradually felt extremely energetic. She could eat and drink, but could not sleep. She couldn't sleep every night, and she was still energetic the next day. After getting up and turning around a few times, I saw that the lights in Yan Ji's room were bright. I wanted to come here and the nerd didn't sleep, so I wanted to come and have a look.

Yan Ji panicked and quickly folded the drawing paper and held it tightly in her hand to prevent her from seeing it. Yang Huanyu's eyesight was sharp, and she faintly saw the content of the painting. She immediately jumped over and smiled, "What did you draw? It seems to be a woman! Show me quickly."

With that, he began to reach out to grab the drawing paper in his hand.

Yan Ji didn't want to be seen by her. She hid her hand and put her back behind her and said, "No, it's nothing. It's too ugly to look good."

The more he didn't show it, the more curious Yang Huanyu was. He grabbed his arm and kept saying, "No, I must see it. Let me see who you are?"

Hearing her say that it depends on who she drew, Yan Ji was even more afraid to let her see the painting. One held the drawing paper high above his head, and the other pointed to the original painting on the wall and said, "I'm drawing and playing on the wall. The painting is the woman in the wall."

The action of the two competing is quite like a teenager, grabbing their beloved toys.

Yang Huanyu looked at the painting hanging on the wall, her eyes suddenly lowered, stopped the robbery, and whispered, "This is the painting. This painting was painted by my brother. My brother is very smart and can read, write and draw at a very young age."

For a moment of sadness, Yang Huanyu suddenly looked up and said with great interest, "You can also paint!"

Yan Ji nodded and said, "Yes, yes, if you have learned it, you will know it."

"Yes!" Yang Huanyu clapped her hands and smiled happily, "You can also draw a picture for me!"

"Here you are?" Yan Ji frowned and said, "What do you draw?"

"Pain me!" Yang Huanyu suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled his arm and said, "Draw me a portrait of me."

Yan Ji did not refuse and asked, "How do you want to draw?"

"How to draw?" Yang Huanyu raised her head and thought about it, and suddenly said, "Just follow the picture on the wall and draw it like that. Replace the person in the painting with me!"

"No!" She suddenly changed her mind and said, "That's boring. It's not new. Change the river and bamboo into a lotus pond!"

Yan Ji was not sleepy and had nothing to do when he was idle, so he agreed to rectify the paper and ink, and began to write.

The clear lotus pond is wide and boundless; the fields are covered with lotus leaves all over the pond, some with high water and some floating on the surface of the water. Between the umbrella-like lotus leaves, a few rare blooming lotus flowers are beautiful and unstained from mud.

In the middle of the lake, a small boat floats along the water and passes through the lotus bushes. The girl picking lotus on the boat is naturally Yang Huanyu. She smiled, picked a white lotus, and gently smelled the faint fragrance of lotus.

A pair of "Picking Lotus" ink is slowly outlined under Yan Ji's pen, with a strong Jiangnan charm. The white lotus in Yang Huanyu's hand was drawn by drawing from Luo Bing's magic weapon "nine petals of white lotus".

Yang Huanyu waited at ease and looked at the success of Mobao. The corners of her mouth gradually showed a smile and couldn't help praising, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of ability! You are awesome!"

Yan Ji stopped writing, was tired of the name "nerd" and frowned, "Why do you call me a nerd?"

"That's what my mother said! She said you were a complete nerd." Yang Huanyu said casually. Seeing that he stopped writing, he urged, "Hurry up and draw with your heart! Don't be distracted and ruin this painting!"

About two hours, the painting was completed. Yang Huanyu took the treasure-like "Picture of Picking Lotus". He was overjoyed and kept praising Yan Ji: "I thought you would burn fire and chop wood. It turned out that you still have such a ability!"

Looking at Mobao, he always felt that there were shortcomings in the beauty. Suddenly, he was excited and said, "In the past, when I listened to my brother learn painting, I often talked about painting poems. Yes, there is a poem missing on this painting! You mention another poem on it.

Yan Ji was a little upset and asked, "What poem do you want to write?"

Yang Huanyu's mind was also blank and said, "I don't know what poetry is. I seldom read and write. I used to hear my brother's shaking his head to read, and I had a headache. Think about it yourself. It's better not to write poems by others. It's so boring!"

Yan Ji is upset. The books he read in the Sanqing View are all Taoist classics and health treasures. There is no such spirit in his chest, or the quiet and flowing ** literary talent. How can he write poems against them?

I scratched my head and ears and racked my brains before I wrote four unliterary miscellaneous poems:

"The water is clear and hibiscus, and the white jade lotus is around the boat;

Dongfang midsummer, the dark fragrance overflows"

Yang Huanyu, who had no ink in his chest, thought that this poem contained peerless talent and was very happy in his heart, especially after reading the sentence "Wanzhou White Jade Lotus" and shouted happily, "Ah! There is also my name in it! Ring, jade!"

Every time she read this poem, she was so happy that her heart was blooming and beautiful. Then she began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in the room, find the scroll, framed the painting, and regarded it as a treasure.

The next morning, the snow stopped and the wind stopped.

Su Qiurong brought breakfast to Yan Ji as usual, and Yang Huanyu also jumped up and followed, as if she was still happy about the "mobao".

Since Yang Huanyu got the "Mobao" last night, she was very excited and didn't ask about the late night. She went back to the house and woke up her mother Su Qiurong and showed off her pride.

For this reason, Su Qiurong specially looked at Yan Ji's face this morning, smiled slightly, and said, "I can't see that you still have the potential to be a nerd. How did you learn to read?"

Yan Ji didn't know whether she praised herself or belittled herself. After making choreography in her mind for a long time, she said, "I used to see people sell paintings, thinking that just a piece of paper can also sell a lot of money. After learning from people for a few days, I also began to sell paintings. As a result, a painting could not be sold, so there was no more painting.

Su Qiurong did not doubt his words and couldn't help laughing a few times and said, "You can do calligraphy and painting, and you must be able to play the piano and game!" A nerd who likes reading and painting must also like playing the piano and playing against each other!"

Yan Ji disagrees with this sentence and hates the title of nerd. He said, "Although I can do it, I don't like it very much. It seems to be very brain-consuming."

Su Qiurong was stunned and said with a smile, "Yo! He is really a talented person who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting! Let you listen to Yuyuan split firewood and burn fire, isn't it burying talents?

Yan Ji's face turned red and looked quite embarrassed. Of course, he was not a talent. It took him half a year to learn these four skills, which could only be mastered.

Su Qiurong thinks that this teenager has been wandering since childhood, but he is not depraved, poor, and willing to spend time learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As soon as I thought about it, I loved this teenager more and smiled gently, "Xiaoyan! I like your child very much. What's wrong with being my son? Don't break my heart and tell me what you think.