009 bucket lamp

From the third day of July to the fifth day of July, it rained heavily for two days and calmed his mind for two days. When the rain cleared, the sun set in the west, the tired birds returned home, and the golden sun restrained the last ray of soft light. Yunqing finally walked on the two-degree unfinished Qinhe Bridge.

There are always people waiting where they shouldn't be, saying irreparable words, making indistinguishable expressions, and letting time wander carelessly, but leaving an indelible impression.

Mu Chuiliang is obviously waiting for him. Her smile was frivolous and elegant, and her look seemed to inadvertently see a small flower on the roadside. Yunqing walked forward step by step. When he met him face to face, he suddenly sneered and said with some disdain, "I haven't seen anyone worse than you."

Yunqing frowned slightly, watched him shake the folding fan, and smiled very indifferently and went away.

What on earth does this person mean? Even if you know each other when you are young, you should not come over again after many years to show your closeness. Why did he have to inadvertently break up her and Pei Ziyao? - It can't be an unintentional mistake, absolutely impossible.

For eight years in a hurry, things have been wrong. Even those who almost died together in the past can sit high in the middle of the main seat at this moment, enjoying the glory and respect of the sons of the four clans in Wuhua City, while looking at her tightly wrapped wrist with a condescending smile. How could she be trapped by a scar?

The drums rumbled, and a handsome little man shouted loudly: "The time has arrived. The second round of the Qixi lantern begins!"

Yunqing looked down at the white lantern in front of him and slowly raised his right hand.

"How did Su Ji's painter wrap his wrist? Are you hurt?"

"I'm afraid it's a bluff, so as not to find an excuse if you lose..."

"Look at how capable you can be as a little girl!"

"Yes, look at that little face. It's so pale. What a pity..."

The discussion is endless, and Yunqing is just as indifferent as a puppet. This is a platform four feet wide and three feet high and less than half a foot high. It is located on the west bank of the Qin River. Above the three steps in the north is a narrow platform. Several people from the city sit on it. The seven in the middle are today's judgments. They are Sun Zhuangyuan, who has just returned to high school, Zhao Yushi, who returned to the field, and Lord Lu of Wuhua City. One person from each of the four ethnic groups who participated as usual.

Jiang Kuan, the young master of the Jiang family, Ye Huaizhen, the young master of the Ye family, Pei Ziyao, the young master of the Pei family, Mu Chuiliang, the nominal young master of the Mu family and the son of the four clans.

The five bucket lanterns are lined up on the stage, and Yunqing's table is on the far right. The other four painters have drawn one after another. Only she reached out her right hand, but her fingertips stopped on a hard pen of five purple and five sheep, in a daze.

She didn't expect Pei Ziyao to come.

In the past, although the four clans would send people to the Lantern Festival, they would never bring together the future leaders of the four families like today. Is it to give face to the sons of the four clans who rarely appear? Or are Pei Ye finally going to announce their marriage? Or what more important will happen in Wuhua City? Yunqing is unknown.

But the rumor is not false. Pei Ziyao is really sick, with a fever and a bad face. His left palm is wrapped in white gauze. His eyes are contrary to the modesty of the past, and he is obviously depressed.

No one is better than anyone else in such a result.

Yunqing reached out and held the pen. As soon as she used a little force, her wrist suddenly hurt as if it was broken. Her fingertips trembled suddenly, and the hard pen rolled under the table and suddenly the whole audience was in an uproar.

"Su Ji, Su Ji's painter... can't hold the pen? What else can be compared?"

"The wrist injury is not light! Why did Su Ji send such a painter to fight the lamp?

Even Jiang Kuan, the young master Jiang sitting above, couldn't help asking, "Looking at it. Isn't it stage fright?"

"It's nothing," Ye Huaizhen said with a gentle smile. "After all, it's still young, and the future is long, so there's no need to worry about this moment. It's just that the wrist looks really hurt. Ziyao is good at medicine. Can you see how much the wrist is hurt? Can you still paint today?

not far away, Yunqing was lifting his skirt and bending down to pick up the pen. Hearing this, his back stiffened. Pei Ziyao's forehead was shallow. When he looked up and everyone looked at him, he had to look up at the plain girl not far in front of him. He slowly opened his mouth for a long time, looking gloomy and his voice was hoarse: "I hurt my veins, today... shouldn't have come..."

"Is it so serious?" Jiang Kuan was shocked, "Then if you compare this game, will this hand be abolished?"

Pai Ziyao opened and closed his lips several times, but finally didn't say a word, but his expression was more tired and depressed. Looking at him like this, others could also guess how serious Yunqing's hand injury was. Looking at her picking up the pen with her left hand, she stood up with a little sympathy.

Jiang Kuan is very disdainful: "Then what else is she going to be strong?"

Mu Chui looked at Yunqing with a cold smile and said leisurely, "Maybe I just came to have a look."

Ye Huaizhen, in the name of benevolence, looked at Yunqing again and echoed, "Yes, losers do not lose. It is already valuable to have such a heart at a young age. What's more, it is also excellent to be able to admire the masterpieces of seniors."

Several people guessed lively, but Yunqing just continued to stand at Su Ji's table, lowering his eyebrows, indifferent and calm.

"A moment, it's time to arrive!"

The competition time is a whole hour, and such a long time is often not enough for a lantern painter. Painting on the lamp is only divided into two types. One is to draw on paper and paste the painting on the lamp when the ink is dry. It is simple and flexible, but the lamp is not very important here and is used by most lantern painters. The other is to paint directly on the lamp, but it is not easy to paint on various strange-shaped lamp shelves and bamboo patterns under the lamp shelves, and the painter's mind is not only the painter, but also the painter's mind - the quality of a lamp is fixed in one stroke, completely irreversible, just like life. .

In order to show their strength, the five painters in today's competition painted directly on the lamp. Every painter is absorbed and reluctant to waste a little time. In contrast, Yunqing, 28 plates of colorful colors, 16 different brushes, and a white lantern that had been made for a long time, looked indifferent as wood carvings and stone carvings.

In July, the outside was still very bright at the beginning of the month, and you can clearly see everything around you. People around me looked at the painting with great interest and praised it from time to time. Li Ji's picture of phoenix wearing peony, dyed gold and colorful, magnificent; Bai Ji's light cloud out of Xiu, elegant ink, graceful and smooth; Zhang Ji's four beauty pictures, lifelike, leaping on paper; Luo Ji's spring rain moist picture, fresh and elegant, warm and chic. Although the four pictures only started, they won everyone's admiration.

"At the second quarter, arrive!"

The young master of the Jiang family was obviously not interested in painting lanterns, and soon turned his eyes to Yunqing. Jiang Kuan is a famous villain in Wuhua City. He eats, drinks and gambles completely. He is especially familiar with the flower streets and willow alleys in Wuhua City, but Yunqing's eyes are clear and pure curiosity. He tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly touched Mu Chuiliang beside him with his elbow: "Hey, I said, the more I look at it, the more I feel that Su Ji doesn't seem to just come to have a look?"

"Oh?"

"Is it possible that I read it wrong?" Jiang Kuan pinched a grape and threw it into his mouth and said vaguely, "Maybe I misread it. I feel that this girl's head is blocked. There is no movement. Maybe I'm waiting for some time!"

"Half of the time has passed. No matter how appropriate the time is, I'm afraid there is not enough time." Ye Huaizhen was staring at Li Ji's painting and said something.

Jiang Kuan tilted his head and curled his lips and said, "Yes, how can I forget this!"

"I think what A Kuan said is very reasonable," Mu Chuiliang touched the fan bone and said with a smile. "Why don't the four of us gamble?"

When Yunqing heard the words, he looked up indifferently.

Jiang Kuan was interested and pulled Mu Chui's sleeves and asked, "What do you bet on?" How to bet?" Ye Huaizhen also looked at Mu Chuiliang, and even Pei Ziyao, who held his forehead and eyes, opened his eyes gloomily.

Mu Chuan slowly opened the folding fan. This was the first time Yunqing saw him open the folding fan. The ebony staggered fan bone, the snow-white undrawn fan surface, only a square vermilion mark in the lower left corner, too far away to see the handwriting clearly.

"Of course, it's a bet on which one can win the first place today," Mu Chuiliang looked around and said, "Huaizhen, you seem to like Li Ji's phoenix wearing peony? Ah Kuan only looked at Zhang Ji's four beauties, right? Ziyao has always preferred ink. Don't you know if the light cloud of Bai Ji can't enter your eyes?

"Okay, it's rare that you are interested in coming to see the fighting lantern, so I won't spoil your fun. I'll bet Li Ji's phoenix to wear peony." Naturally speaking, it is Ye Huaizhen. Li Ji's painter did not dare to stop writing, but the book boy quickly saluted Ye Huaizhen.

"Of course, I am the four beauties who bet on Zhang Ji. I don't believe that there is anyone who doesn't love beauty!" Jiang Kuan raised his eyebrows and echoed, "This is a bet on me!" Zhang Ji's book boy also saluted.

All three looked at Pei Ziyao. Pei Ziyao's face was dark and his eyes were almost cold. Ye Huaizhen quickly said, "Looking at it's getting more and more serious. Pei Mu, help your young master back to rest!"

Pei Ziyao's entourage Pei Mu hurried over to help, but Pei Ziyao opened his eyes and said, "No need. I'll bet on it." Luo Ji's book boy hurriedly saluted.

"Oh, don't you love ink?" Jiang Kuan was surprised.

Ye Huaizhen carefully looked at the white painting and said with a warm smile, "This light cloud comes out of it. It is bold but not careless with ink, and the smoke cloud is light but not frivolous. It is really very charming."

Pei Ziyao's eyes were not open, and his voice was dull and dull: "Luo Ji's spring rain is not bad."

Yunqing has been squinting. Among these four people, she has only been in contact with Pei Ziyao and Mu Chuiliang, and she doesn't know much about the benevolent young master Ye Huaizhen and the promiscuous young master Jiang Kuan and Jiang. However, if you had known it before, how could it have opened your eyes so much today?

"Then it's my turn to bet?" Mu Chuiliang shook his folding fan and smiled leisurely at Yunqing, "A thousand taels of silver, I bet Su Ji."