011 Past

She looked down and saw that the blood on her right wrist penetrated the gauze, and the previous trace of red had already become soaked and wet, dripping blood. Yunqing looked at it for a long time, and his memory pulled back to the heavy rain, the cold bluestone wall, the silk embroidery, the big hand that had no way to resist, and the cracked agate bracelet.

Yunqing sneered, put down the lantern and pen, bent his legs and raised his left knee, and then pulled out a golden hairpin on his head and cut the corner of his skirt. "sneer" tore off a large piece, then bit one end into his mouth, and the other end straightened it with his hand and wrapped it around the bleeding right wrist.

"Sister Yun, let's not compare. The second wife said that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose... Sister Yun!" Sun Cheng wanted to help but was rejected. He only looked at Yun Qing's hand and cried with fear.

Yun Qing just lowered his head and sneered, looked at his wrapped right wrist, and picked up his pen again and began to paint faster and more steadily than before, but there was no previous seriousness and caution on his face, only the coldness in his bones.

This change made everyone under the stage confused. Although several people on the high platform were also puzzled, they kept quiet with different looks. Yunqing painted twice, which was also fast, but before it was "black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat". There was gloomy and eagerness in the fast, but now the pen is "the wind is like pulling out the mountains, the rain is like a river", which is full of magnificent and magnificent.

"Su Ji's painter is really powerful," Ye Huaizhen said. "He has good eyesight."

"No, but I think it's very interesting."

"It's really interesting, but I'm so sure that I don't know. I thought you knew Su Ji, the painter before!" Ye Huaizhen smiled gently and said, "This little painter is also very lucky to cool your eyes."

Mu Chui took a leisurely look at Pei Ziyao with a gloomy face and said, "I really hope that she is not blessed, so that I can win you a thousand taels. Speaking of this game, I rely on her."

In a word, everyone laughed and didn't care much.

Yunqing began to use a lot of bright colors, pink, concubine red, magenta, peach red, silver red, big red, red, red, red red, and all kinds of enchanting red bloom on the lamp, which looks more joyous than marriage. But the color disappeared so quickly that the crowd tried their best to distinguish it.

"Red light!"

"Is that... wedding dress?"

"It's a red candle!"

"It's obviously a begonia flower..."

Yunqing only cares about painting, and then keeps or looks up. Her right wrist began to tremble slightly, gritting her teeth and did not slow down, but her wrist had bleeding again, ticking on the table and on the ground, reflecting the occasional red on the lamp, which was really shocking.

"There are only a quarter of an hour left!" Only Jiang Kuan was very nervous, "Time is coming up. What the hell is this girl drawing!"

Mu Chui cool shook the folding fan and took a sip of tea and smiled: "Have you finished staring at your four beauties? Why are you just looking at the paintings I bet?"

"Cut," Jiang Kuan said at a glance, "How do you know when I didn't look at her hand?"

"Pep Mu." Pei Ziyao suddenly opened his mouth.

Pei Ziyao's entourage Pei Mu quickly came forward to hold him. As soon as he touched his hand, he almost cried out. He looked left and right for a while before whispering, "Young master, go back first. It's burned like this. Madam should be worried."

Ye Huaizhen also said, "Go back, get well, and talk about the rest later."

Mu Chuiliang was about to speak when Jiang Kuan suddenly stood up excitedly and pointed to Yunqing and said, "What is she doing?"

Several people looked back together, but they saw Yunqing holding a golden hairpin in his hand and picking up the dressing on his right wrist little by little. Sun Cheng wanted to stop her but was afraid of hurting her. He cried, "Sister Yun, we can't compare. Why do we work hard to make wedding clothes for the Su family? What can we do if we win? Your hand... How can I explain it to the second wife!"

Yunqing didn't hear it. He opened the previous clothes and began to pick the earliest heavy dressing. There was a red blood, and the timid had already turned away. Some children were so scared that they cried.

"I just sprinkled a little cinnabar color." It is Mu Chuliang who is talking.

Sure enough, Yunqing picked up the gauze, then moved his wrist to an empty-washed plate, and adjusted it two or three times with the remaining cinnabar. Then he chose a pig's mane hard pen and began to paint on the lamp seriously.

This painting is slow, maybe the blood has not been adjusted, and the color has hardly receded, but the painting is no new - plum blossom.

It is not a red plum, nor a cluster of red plums, but a branch, which grows up from the bottom of the lamp. The branches are strong, the colors are bright, and the workmanship is without any skills. There is no mistake, and it is not outstanding.

Everyone thought that Yunqing's painting was serious, so they all focused on studying Hongmei. However, soon someone saw that she did not have to paint seriously, but her right hand was almost powerless. She obviously tried her best to draw a stroke, and every time she dipped in ink, her hand trembled for a long time.

"Crazy, crazy!" Jiang Kuan shouted, "I'm crazy to win!"

Pei Ziyao was tall, his eyes were stagnant, and his body was full of decadent. Pei Mu supported him with all his strength, but he could not persuade him to leave.

The two stood, and Ye Huaizhen and Mu Chuiliang also stood up. At this moment, Yunqing closed his pen, looked up and glanced at the four people on the stage indifferently, and then withdrew his eyes and said to Sun Cheng, "Light the lamp!"

"Now?" There were only plum blossoms on it, and Sun Cheng couldn't help asking.

Yunqing's eyes were firm, his voice was clear, and he shouted: "Su Ji's "Walking on the Snow and Looking for Plums", light the lamp!"

The candle is also specially made. Sun Cheng quickly lit a piece of incense and put it into the lantern. The spotless flat white rice paper painted with red plum was lit by Sun Cheng and hung on a ten-foot-high horizontal pole. The candlelight swayed, and the red plum blossoms were in full swing, and the branches were just in and did not break.

"Is it just a broken plum blossom for such a long time?" Jiang Kuan was greatly disappointed.

As soon as Jiang Kuan's words fell, the dim candlelight suddenly burst out of an orange candlelight. A strange fragrance came from the crowd. Several people quickly looked up, but saw that the round light turned by itself.

"Walking horse lamp?" Jiang Kuan was surprised.

Ye Huaizhen looked at it for a long time and couldn't help praising: "It's the lamp in the lamp. There is a horse lamp inside, which drives the whole lamp to rotate. The outside is an ordinary lamp, which is only used for painting. As for the others - plum blossoms!"

"Plum blossoms have disappeared!"

The lamp turns from right to left, which is consistent with the direction of the previous painting lamp. From the disappearance of plum blossoms one by branch, some large pieces of color also began to appear on the lamp. The first one is an ancient pear tree, which is clustered with snow of pear flowers and leaves fragrance. Turning left of the light, you can see the second picture. The grass is green, the horses are flying, and two small figures are galloping. Immediately after the third picture, but saw "the green leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red". There was a small boat in the pond, and there seemed to be a shadow on it. Then there is the fourth picture. In winter, it is wrapped in silver, carved with ice and jade, and the two backs are still crazy in the snow. Even if it is only a painting, you can see the joy of children.

Meet, ride horses, pick lotus seeds, make a snowman...

What a long story.

Yunqing looked at the lamp and only rewraped his wrist with a cold look.

When the lantern turned around, the previous light-looking pear flower disappeared again. There are still two backs on the painting. Looking at the blurred night, the dark blue sky, and autumn-colored grass, the girl was tiptoe at the firefly, and the teenager sat with an old tree with his back and smiled side face. Extremely gentle...

The light turned more and more, and each painting could only stay for a few moments. Almost as soon as it could see the whole picture, it had disappeared completely, causing a group of people to exclaim and sigh.

"Willows are green, sunny in the east and rainy in the west? Is it Liu Yuxi's bamboo words?

"Is this a Bashan cut candle? It's really wonderful to just draw a window screen to show the artistic conception!"

"This green wine and red stove is really enviable!"

That's about Pei Ziyao's 17 years old. According to the rules of the ancestors of the Pei family, every man who practices medicine must go out to travel to the doctor before he becomes an adult. As the saying goes, it is better to walk thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. Those who do not follow the rules are not qualified to enter the Pei family pharmacy for medical treatment in the future. Pei Ziyao was naturally very happy to go to the doctor. He pretended to be chic when he left, but soon he couldn't help entrusting someone to bring gadgets from all over the world to her. It was the first time that Yunqing had a complete and quiet time to think about the relationship between the two. When Pei Ziyao came back, with snow and green wine and red stove, she suddenly found that after a long separation for a year, she really missed him very, very much.

There are always only two people on the painting, and it has always been just the back. Everyone looked, commented, praised, regretted, and suddenly burst into another candle. The lamp was filled with a cold fragrance like a cold plum, and the lights became more dim, making the paintings on the lamp look old and dim.

followed by a large scene of killing.

Lin Hua withered to say goodbye to spring, and the northern geese flew south to say goodbye to autumn. The pen is more meticulous and graceful, but the scene in each painting is not as warm and beautiful as before. On the willows on the moon, people are about to be alone at dusk. Yuezhao West Building, the sycamore locks autumn, is a person. Acacia red beans, spring flowers all over the building, are still a person. The light of the lantern is dim and bright and dark, making all the scenes appear more and more ethereal, and a heart seems to have entered the scene in the painting. With the change of spring flowers and autumn moon, it is uncertain.

Then another candle exploded, and there seemed to be a white fog in the lamp. The dark and solemn color quietly faded away and became a complete blankness. Four paintings and a poem: "When the lotus leaves are born, they hate spring, and when the lotus leaves die, they hate autumn. I know that I am in love and look at the sound of the river. Four seasons of lotus flowers, red and green, endless river, lovesickness.