The courtyard was clean, the rooms were empty and almost unfurnished, and the old colors that seemed to have not been bright for a long time.

When he returned home and faced all this, Zhuang Yan felt that his spending in Wuchezhai was a bit extravagant.

"It's really worrying why I came back so late. Zhuang's mother asked softly and weakly, frowning slightly, as if there was infinite sorrow between the eyebrows, and the originally beautiful appearance became more and more pitiful at this time.

Although the yard is small, there are still a few rooms, the mother and son live separately, Zhuang Yan went out as soon as he came in the morning, this is the first time that he has not seen Zhuang's mother's face from memory or in the plot, if it is not amazing, but it still feels that the room is shining, and there is a different kind of brightness.

It's beautiful.

"I went out and bought some pen and ink. "The search for people was frustrated, Zhuang Yan was not very frustrated, what was expected, anyway, Zhuang's mother didn't know, so there was no need to explain.

Mother Zhuang nodded lightly, did not ask why she bought pen and ink for a whole day, sighed faintly and said, "Let's eat, I have eaten." ”

Xiaoling stood behind Zhuang's mother, squeezing her eyebrows with Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan quickly understood, and said, "Mother, can I eat some more with me?"

Zhuang's mother has a weak temperament, and she has to consider one or two things about what her subordinates say, not to mention that she is also the son of the master of the family in her opinion, so she hesitated when she heard the words and nodded in response.

Xiao Ling hurriedly added to the rice bowl, there were no rare dishes, it was still porridge, and it was probably the pot that was boiled in the morning, in addition to two small and delicate pastries, which were made at home, and then some green vegetables, the taste was a little light.

Zhuang Yan frowned when he took the first bite, his taste was a little heavy, such a light dish tasted like chewing wax, but it was Zhuang's mother's taste.

Perhaps because of her son's accompaniment, Zhuang's mother's appetite improved, and she slowly ate a small bowl of porridge and stopped using it.

When she went back to the room, Xiaoling said to Zhuang Yan: "Now that the family has little money, Mrs. refuses to eat more." ”

Zhuang Yan also sighed when she heard this, although Zhuang's mother didn't have any way to make money, but she still knew how much money she had at home, and she thought she was worried a lot, but could she survive a few more days if she was hungry?

Xiaoling didn't ask Zhuang Yan how much he spent on pen and ink, since he was a child, his money was in his own hands, at this point, Zhuang Yan's mother didn't care about anything, at least Zhuang Yan didn't have much financial crisis at present.

He went back to the room and rummaged through the small box containing the money of the original owner, he came early, the original owner had not yet begun to make friends with fox friends and dogs, and there was no loser, and there was almost no loss of money, he found a few festive patterns of silver nude and gave it to Xiao Ling, let her take it to the house, then went back to the house and closed the door, lit the lamp and painted.

Early the next morning, Zhuang Yan got up early again, Xiao Ling prepared his meal just in case, it was still yesterday's leftovers, and he barely ate two bites, Zhuang Yan forced a sigh and went out with the picture scroll.

After eating a vegetarian for a lifetime, it is so easy to be ancient, you can enjoy it, but you can't eat meat yet, and it's a tragedy in life!

Thinking like this, his steps were two minutes faster, and he hurriedly came to Wuchezhai again.

"What is Xiaolang doing in a hurry?"

Wuchezhai opened very early, and some scholars were there early, and a brother surnamed Zhuang, who had a very happy conversation with Zhuang Yan yesterday, was also there, and when he saw him walking in a hurry, he asked.

"Brother so early!" Zhuang Yan stepped forward to say hello, and then said what he meant, "My mother's birthday is coming, I have nothing to give, I painted a painting yesterday, I heard that Wuchezhai can also frame paintings here, the master has excellent craftsmanship, so I came to find it." ”

"That's the case, I happen to know Master Zeng, so I'll take you there, and you can also see Xiaolang's paintings at that time. Brother Zhuang said this, and stepped forward to lead Zhuang Yan over.

Mounting is also related to the study, because the business here is good in Wuchezhai, many framing masters will be attached here, one to have more business, and the other to most of the guests are also easy to talk.

Because they were not far away, a few words of small talk arrived, Brother Zhuang made a little recommendation, and Master Zeng responded, and the two laughed and unfolded Zhuang Yan's picture scroll.

Master Zeng didn't think much of it at first, after all, even if a child of this age said that his enlightenment was early, even if he started painting in the same year, it was only ten years, what achievement did he have?

In the article, there may really be that kind of "natural" saying, but in paintings, young people, one or two spirituality is already rare, and how to excel depends on life experience and experience, which is why the older the painter, the more valuable the painting.

Of course, the above is only a general situation, there will always be some exceptions, such as the one in front of you.

The white paper is made of five carts, this kind of paper Zeng master knows when he touches it, the painting is freshly painted, although it has been dried, but looking at the ink color, it should be yesterday, no more than six hours.

The content of the painting is a figure, a middle-aged man sitting on the desk, a drooping toddler in his arms, concentrating on holding a pen to "write", next to a beautiful woman, standing sideways by the desk, looking at the child lovingly, holding a grinding strip in one hand, as if grinding ink.

There are three characters in total, but they are very smart.

Although the children's eyes are lowered, they can see that the black eyes are bright, smart, the man looks dignified, and the eyes of the woman are vaguely containing a trace of tenderness, and the faint smile at the corner of the mouth is just right, and the woman, even if it is the side, but the beauty of the appearance is needless to mention, this painting method is different from the general use on the market, there are some of everyone's meanings, three or two strokes are slowly outlined is lifelike, especially the loving eyes, and the corner of the eye, can make people see a pair of beautiful eyes in the flow of warmth, it is really rare.

Look at the table again, the pen and ink on it are complete, a white piece of paper is spread flat, and the ink spots on it are falling, there is not a word, but a very naïve chicken eating rice map.

Obviously, such a good painting is meticulous to the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, and the clothes are in the wind, but the painting in the painting is extremely naïve, and even the thickness of the brush and ink has nothing to boast about, but the affection in the painting is out of the paper, making people immediately visible, it is really ......

"Is this painting really painted by Xiao Langjun?" gasped, Master Zeng couldn't believe that such a painting was made by a young man of twelve or thirteen.

This pharaoh's refinement cannot be obtained without immersion in the painting for one or two decades, and this painting method is novel, if you want to doubt that it was not made by the person in front of you, you really don't know which master has such a painting method.

Although Brother Zhuang didn't ask, he looked at it with a pair of eyes, and he was also full of doubts.

Zhuang Yan knew that there would be this question, he had spent a lifetime studying paintings, even if it was a simple painting, but it was still able to reveal some differences, not to mention that the layout of the paintings at this time was no different from normal ancient times, most of them were fat characters with round faces, women with thin waists and big bellies.

In his opinion, although the paintings that are completely unrealistic are not without merit, in his experience, they are naturally inferior everywhere.

I also thought about whether to paint in the same way, at the beginning of learning to paint, he also painted, but in order to be a blockbuster, I don't look for the mountain, the mountain comes to me, so, naturally I have to give full play to my own style expertise, otherwise it is difficult to ensure that in case there is something forcible and plundering, in order to forcibly occupy the name of the painting, and then persecute himself, the original author, the gain outweighs the loss.

"Hmm. Zhuang Yan nodded without any heart, in order to win the trust of others, he also picked up the pen and drew a few times on a piece of white paper, it was the chick eating rice, but it was different from the simple and ridiculous picture, this painting, the chick was a little more fluffy and cute, and even the rice grains were mixed with small but visible insects, which were delicate.

Although there are no figures, but the brushwork is the same, Master Zeng saw it clearly, and was impressed again, so young, so easy to paint so profound, can be for everyone.

"Yesterday, I only thought that Xiao Lang's knowledge was far better than ordinary people, but today I actually knew that Xiao Lang's painting skills are extraordinary, and he can be a teacher!" Brother Zhuang said and bowed again, and his respect was better than yesterday.

Zhuang Yan returned the salute, looked up again, and heard Brother Zhuang say: "I don't know that Xiaolang's painting may cut love, I should find another thing to celebrate my aunt's birthday." ”

"A painting is not worth anything, yesterday with my brother, it is also a blessing, if my brother likes it, I should paint another one as a gift, but this one is not good. Zhuang Yan pretended to be distressed, and once again sincerely apologized.

Brother Zhuang naturally didn't mind, but he was curious and asked, "Why can't this painting be made?"

"This painting is a family of three, it is my parents and me, if you want to give it away, it is inappropriate. Moreover," Zhuang Yan paused when he said this, "I racked my brains yesterday, and I could only imagine my father's demeanor out of thin air, but no matter how much I can't, I can't do it, I am afraid that I may not be able to paint again, it is really not good to give it away." ”

"Why is this? Uncle can paint it in person, or it can be used as a congratulatory object for father and son. Brother Zhuang thought about it for a while, and opened his mouth to speak.

Zhuang Yan was not afraid of him asking, he was afraid that he would not ask, as soon as he heard this, he immediately said that he had made a good draft of the abdomen, nothing more than the love between husband and wife, the deep love between father and son, and the harmony of the family, but I don't know when my father didn't return home, my mother's face was not shown, and he was also worried in his heart.

“...... Because of this meaning, it is a daughter, and this painting will not be changed. I also hope that my brother Haihan. ”

Speaking of this, Zhuang Yan himself sighed first: "I have a daughter painting and want to find my father's house." - Now, I can only rely on the residual impression of the past, and the paintings can be stored, which comforts my mother. ”

Brother Zhuang was emotionally moved when he heard it, he was the son-in-law of the family, but he also had a father who was not very homely, so he felt nostalgic for a while and comforted him a few more words.

Zhuang Yan took them one by one, thanked them for their kindness, and seemed to be closer to each other, but they really looked like brothers.

Master Zeng accepted the painting and promised that it would be completed in three days.

Zhuang Yan didn't stay long in Wuchezhai this day, and said a few words to Brother Zhuang before leaving and returning home. The bait has been thrown, and all that remains is to wait for things to ferment, and there will be a natural result - no matter what the result. 166 Reading Network