"Phew, you don't know real people with eyes, you deserve to be underdeveloped......"

The fortune teller came back to his senses, scolded Lian Ge in a low voice, and then turned his head again, squeezed out a smile on his face, with folds, and reached out to stop a passing couple again,

“...... Tsk, heaven and earth, a hundred generations of love, but it's a pity ......"

As he spoke, the fortune teller withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, turned around, closed his eyes, and sighed,

The man in the couple ignored it and wanted to continue walking, but the woman paused,

"Master, what do you mean ......"

......

"Spring rolls, freshly wrapped and eaten spring rolls......"

"Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, the four treasures of the study, the four treasures of the study that are stained with the culture of the Yellow Crane Tower. ”

"Eldest sister, buy a brush for the child, buy it back to let the child practice calligraphy, and ask for a lottery, this Yellow Crane Tower, since ancient times, has been a place where literati gather, what champion, Tanhua...... We have all offered this in the Yellow Crane Tower. ”

"How much is it......"

"Sold paintings, sold paintings......"

Moving his steps, listening to the hustle and bustle around him, Lian Ge walked along the side of the street, towards the front, and also looked at the pedestrians on his side, the vendors on the side of the road,

The sound of selling is mixed with the sound of footsteps, and the words of tourists are constantly ringing in the ears.

After passing a few stalls without hurrying, Lian Ge paused again and cast his gaze to the side,

On the side, there is a long table with drawing paper on the table, and a stall selling paintings while painting.

Behind the long table, there was a middle-aged man, with dark skin on his face, a little rough, and some black ink stains on his hands.

“...... Little brother, do you want to buy a painting?" the middle-aged man noticed that someone stopped in front of him, raised his head and asked in a loud voice,

"Let's take a look. Lian Ge shook his head slightly and said,

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded, didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued to draw,

Glancing at the middle-aged man who was painting, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked behind the middle-aged man,

Behind him, there are two poles, and a rope is pulled between them, and some of the paintings drawn by the middle-aged man before are hung on them.

Perhaps because of the location, the paintings painted by the middle-aged man are mainly composed of cranes in different postures, smeared with ink.

At first glance, the cranes on the painting are all fairy wind bones, stepping on clouds and surrounding the fog, but each crane is very different, as if carved out of a mold.

Retracting his gaze, Lian Ge looked at the crane that the middle-aged man was drawing,

The middle-aged man's movements were very skillful, and he was very fast, and under a few strokes, he drew the shape of a crane, and then, after a few strokes, he drew the cloud and mist fairy mountain under the crane.

"Little brother, do you have a crush?" The middle-aged man put down his pen, raised his head, and asked aloud again,

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man, and after a pause, he smiled slightly,

"I won't buy the paintings, but do you sell them at this stall?"

Looking at the long table covered with drawing paper, Lian Ge asked out loud,

"Huh?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was stunned.

"On a whim, I want to set up a stall and sell a few paintings. Lian Ge smiled and explained,

When the middle-aged man heard this, he reacted, and a smile appeared on his dark face,

"Little brother, you also know how to draw?"

"Barely enough. ”

Lian Ge smiled and responded,

Although the old man taught him almost all the Chinese paintings when he was a child have forgotten them cleanly, he can't draw, and he can also draw 'fu'.

"That's it......" The middle-aged man responded, looked at Lian Ge again, and after a pause, continued,

"That's it, little brother, it's almost noon soon, I'm already going to have lunch, you let me see your paintings, I don't want your money for this stall, let you give it for half a day, and I just rest for half a day in the afternoon." ”

"What to draw?" Lian Ge looked at the middle-aged man and asked with a smile,

"Crane Bar ......"

The middle-aged man lowered his head, looked at the crane picture on his desk where the ink had not yet dried, and said,

"Little brother, can you see it?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

"Let's borrow pen and ink. ”

"Please. ”

Lian Ge walked around the long table and walked to the back of the long table, and after the middle-aged man answered, he also let go of the way,

Lifting the ink-stained pen, Lian Ge looked at the blank drawing paper on the table in front of him, then turned his gaze and looked at the crane drawn by the middle-aged man next to him,

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge put down his pen,

Just looking at the crane shape drawn by the middle-aged man, Lian Ge took the pen on the drawing paper as it was, and depicted it according to it.

On the side, the middle-aged man looked at this scene, a little strange, but after all, he didn't make a sound.

......

Only drew a crane, and did not paint the cloud and mist fairy mountain under it, Lian Ge put down the pen and let go,

Seeing this, the puzzled middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and cast his gaze at the crane painted by Lian Ge, and after looking at it, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the crane picture he had drawn before.

On the two paintings, two cranes have the same posture and similar body shape, which at first glance seem to be carved out of a mold.

But the middle-aged man became more and more silent the more he looked at it, lowered his head, and looked at the two cranes with some distraction.

Raising his hand, the middle-aged man wanted to touch the crane drawn by Lian Ge on the paper, but before he could touch the animation paper, he paused again,

“...... Hey, I've been drawing cranes all my life, but I didn't expect ...... Sir, you can only draw cranes, and I can only draw poultry ......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man shook his head,

"This booth is yours today, you can use it......"

Raising his head, the middle-aged man spoke, and began to clean up some paintings hanging behind the stall,

Glancing at the middle-aged man who was busy, Lian Ge turned his gaze, looked at the crane he had drawn, and smiled slightly,

The crane depicted on the paper is very rough, and the body posture is completely copied to the crane on the side picture, but with a hint of charm, under the soaring posture, almost want to break free from the drawing paper.

And under the eye of the sky, where the pen and ink go, the spirit flows, compared to the painting, this crane is more like a talisman seal.

"Then sir, you are busy, I will leave first, these pen, ink, paper and inkstones are also left for you, you can use them......"

After rolling up the last picture, the middle-aged man held the painting and said to Lian Ge,

"Take this painting as well. Lian Ge looked at the middle-aged man, retracted his gaze, looked at the crane picture he had drawn in front of him, and said in a calm tone,

“...... Well, that's not good. ”

The middle-aged man also looked at the crane picture that was still flat on the table, hesitated, and after his lips moved, he still shook his head,

"Sir, the crane you painted is full of fairy meaning, not like you are painting a crane, just like a crane is sealed on paper, and it is natural. This painting is worth a lot of money...... I can't ask for it. ”

"Take it, this crane was originally drawn after your crane. ”

Lian Ge looked at the middle-aged man, rolled up the painting on the table casually, and handed it to the middle-aged man,

Although he had just drawn it, the ink seemed to be firmly attached to the drawing paper, and there was no sign of contamination.

Hearing this, looking at the painting handed over by Lian Ge, the middle-aged man hesitated, but still reached out and took it,

"Thank you......"

Sandwiching his paintings, the middle-aged man stretched out his hands, held the picture of the crane, lowered his head, and thanked him,

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked at the middle-aged man, shook his head, and turned his gaze back,

The middle-aged man stood in place and paused again before turning around and leaving into the distance.

......

“...... Squeak, squeak. ”

On his shoulder, the mouse looked around, turned his head and barked twice,

"Sit down for a moment. ”

Lian Ge took a stool from the side and sat down behind the long table.