The brushstrokes are wrapped in ink and fall on the drawing paper,

In the distance, the rolling hills gradually emerge as the ink smudges and smudge,

In an instant, the trunk of the tree is uprooted, the branches sprout, the flowers and fruits, and the dots of ink depict the dense branches and leaves, embellished with hidden fruits.

After the booth, Lian Ge put down his pen,

In front of the stall, the old man turned sideways and turned his head to look,

The surroundings seem to be more and more quiet, bustling, and the noisy sound seems to be built far away,

The surroundings seem to be integrated into Lian Ge's pen, in the mountains and forests.

......

“...... Watermelon, watermelon, sweet and sandy watermelon. ”

"Mom, I'm going to climb to the top of the Yellow Crane Tower, the top of the building...... Line ......"

"That's a lot of people...... My legs feel like they're going to break, and the Yellow Crane Tower isn't tall. ”

The voices of tourists and pedestrians, happy or annoying, mixed with the cries of street vendors, are noisy and noisy on the streets.

Behind the long table of the stall, Lian Ge put down the brush again, glanced at the pedestrians of all colors on the street, and then turned his gaze to look at the old man in front of the stall.

“...... This is your painting, sir. ”

As he spoke, Lian Ge turned the painted picture around and faced the old man in front of the stall.

“...... Is this a peach and plum forest?"

The old man, who had been twisting his head and watching Lian Ge paint the whole picture, couldn't help but raise his head and look at Lian Ge after looking at the straightened scroll again.

"Yes, Peach and Plum Forest. ”

smiled, Lian Ge also glanced at the picture scroll on the table again, on the picture scroll, there was a scene of mountains and forests,

The hills in the distance, and the slopes nearby, are covered with two kinds of fruit trees, and from the nearest sight, you can see the peaches and plums hidden under the dense foliage.

“...... There are a lot of peach and plum trees. ”

The old man lowered his head again, looked from under the scroll to the top of the scroll, looked from near to far, and said in a low voice,

Immediately after, a smile appeared on the old man's face,

“...... Hey, I didn't get this kind of evaluation from Mr. ”

Smiling, the old man looked at Lian Ge and said,

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge smiled slightly, and didn't say anything.

“...... Sir, how much is this painting, old man, I want it. The old man asked with a smile.

"Sir, you can take as much as you have. ”

"Hey, that's not much. ”

The old man smiled, and didn't grope in every pocket, but put his hand into his left pocket, and found a roll, neatly folded some change.

There is not much money, only a few pieces of ten, five dollars and one piece of change, stacked in order according to the size of the denomination.

"Here, sir. ”

Holding the money in both hands, the old man didn't feel cold, and handed it directly to Lian Ge,

Lian Ge glanced at the old man, smiled, reached out and took it, and put it aside as before,

"Sir, I'll take this old man. Smiling, the old man withdrew his hand and said.

"Please. ”

When the old man heard this, he stretched out his hand unhurriedly, rolled up the scroll, and held it in his hand.

"There are severing beings in the painting, and salient beings have all kinds of forms. Sir, you're in the game world. The old man took the painting, looked at Lian Ge and said.

"It's not a game, it's just a look. Lian Ge smiled, looked at the old man, and said in a calm tone.

"Take a look...... Take a look at the ...... of the world" repeated this sentence a few times, and the old man shook his head again,

"Sir, I'm afraid the old man won't be able to paint this painting in his life. ”

As he spoke, the old man paused again,

"Since I have already obtained a painting from Mr., I will not bother you, old man, sir, and I will take my leave first. ”

The old man spoke, turned his head again, and looked into the distance, where his student was drawing,

“...... The stinky boy is still drawing there, and I don't know what it's like. ”

Smiling, the old man said goodbye to Lian Ge again, then took the painting, turned around and left in the distance.

......

Seeing the old man fade away from sight, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, looked at the stall that had quieted down again, and sat down on the stool behind the long table again.

......

It's already noon, and the tourists passing by on the street are gradually thinning out, and the pace of passers-by is becoming more and more hurried.

For a long time, no one stopped in front of the stall,

On the streets, vendors with stalls also took advantage of this gap to bring out food brought from home or order takeout from restaurants and eat lunch.

Lian Ge was not in a hurry, looking at the sparse pedestrians on the road, and at the street with all kinds of vendors.

And the little mouse squatting on Lian Ge's shoulder turned his head, sniffed his nose, and looked greedily at the stalls selling snacks on the street.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

"Wait a little longer. ”

......

“...... Come on, eat a piece. ”

Next to the stall, the old farmer who was pushing a tricycle and selling watermelons cut a watermelon and distributed it to other stall owners around.

handed out another piece of watermelon, the old man turned his eyes and looked at it, holding a piece of watermelon, and walked towards Lian Ge,

“...... Business was good in the morning, wasn't it?"

The old man walked to Lian Ge's side and accosted him with a smile.

"Not bad. Lian Ge smiled and responded,

"It's good...... Hey, it's hot. The old man raised his head and looked out of the shade of the mountain, "It's autumn, and it's still so hot." ”

As he spoke, the old man shook his head, then turned his gaze and looked at Lian Ge,

“...... Come, eat a piece of watermelon, quench your thirst, and quench the heat. ”

The old man said, handed the watermelon he was holding to Lian Ge, as if he was afraid that the dust on his hands would stain the watermelon pulp, the old man opened his fingers, just held it, and did not touch it.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge glanced at the old man, took the watermelon, and tasted it.

"How's it taste? The old man looked at it and asked with a smile.

"It's sweet. Lian Ge smiled and responded,

"That's good, you can grow watermelons in your own field, and you don't dislike it. ”

"Squeak...... Squeak squeak. ”

The guinea pig squatting on his shoulder, looking at the watermelon in the singer, couldn't help but scream twice.

“...... Eh, you pet, it's still spiritual. The old man raised his head, looked at it, and then, hunched his waist slightly, and said to the mouse with a smile,

"Wait, I'll cut a piece for you. ”

As he spoke, the old man smiled and walked back to his stall.

The guinea pig on his shoulder, standing on his forelegs, looked at the old man's stall,

......

"Come, give, you eat a piece too. ”

It didn't take long for the old man to walk back with a watermelon pulp wrapped in a plastic bag in his hand.

Hearing the sound, the mouse rushed down, grabbed the watermelon piece with his mouth, and returned to Lian Ge's shoulder, holding it and eating it.

“...... It's really spiritual. ”

The old man looked at it, smiled and said a few more words, then turned around and prepared to go back to his stall.

"Old man," Lian Ge stood up again,

Hearing this, the old man paused, turned his head and was a little puzzled at first, and then looked at the watermelon that had been eaten in the singer, and a smile appeared on his dark face,

"Do you want to eat another piece, you wait, I'll get it for you." ”

The old man said with a smile.

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge shook his head with a smile, then turned his gaze and looked at the mountain behind him,

“...... After eating a piece of watermelon for nothing, I'll draw a crane for you. ”

As he spoke, Lian Ge picked up the inkstone that was still filled with ink and splashed it on the drawing paper on the table.

Putting down the inkstone and picking up the few pieces of change, Lian Ge smiled, didn't explain, moved his steps, bypassed the long table, and left along the street, towards the distance.

......

Seeing this, the old man selling watermelons stood in place and was stunned, and when Lian Ge had already gone down the street, he slowly moved his steps, walked to the long table, and looked at the drawing paper.

At first glance, the old man couldn't help but be stunned again,

I saw that the ink that was splashed on it just outlined a crane on the drawing paper, as if a crane was pressed into the painting, almost trying to break free.

“...... Immortals ......"

Raising his head, the old man looked in the direction where Lian Ge had left, but he could no longer see Lian Ge's figure.