Siqing also looked at the painting, it was a long scroll, brown and red sandalwood painting scrolls, with alum ripe xuan, plus the wolf hair on the pen stand, she was slightly confused: this should be a Chinese painting.

She remembered that when Ting An went to their courtyard before, he said that he was painting a painting, and it would take a long time, but he didn't want to paint Western paintings, but Chinese paintings.

The Danqing masters in the painting world, most of them are not only one type, although the use of various types of pigments is not the same, but its core is the same, Ting An can paint Chinese painting This is very easy to understand, but most people are famous for a type, basically it is not easy to change the style, which is a challenge to their own painting work and the reputation that they have accumulated so hard.

Then, it is very difficult to understand that Ting An spent a lot of effort to change the style of painting Chinese painting.

After thinking about it, I heard Gu Yingyue say: "I asked my mother for the key a few times, but she just didn't give it, my mother wanted to put away everything about the third young master and hide it, but I think that he is an artist, even if he is gone, he can't be forgotten, his paintings should be seen by the world, they shouldn't be hidden like this, I have no choice but to ask you for help, my mother is listening to you now, can you ......"

"She didn't dare to look at anything about the third brother, so she better not look for her. Siqing said.

Although she is not a mother, it is not difficult to understand the hurt in Pan Lanfang's heart, she wants to choose to escape, so why force her to face it?

"But ......"

"You don't have to use a key to open a door. She said.

"What's that for?" Gu Yingyue wondered.

Before the words fell, he saw Siqing walking towards the flower bed next to him, stretched out his hand and dialed it inside, turned out a half-large stone from the soil, hugged it back, and smashed the door lock without saying anything.

With a "bang", the iron lock fell in response, and Gu Yingyue was dumbfounded.

"I'm tired of the third sister-in-law, and I went back to change the lock that was exactly the same. She threw the stone back into the flower bed and pushed the door open.

Gu Yingyue opened her mouth wide and nodded again and again: "Okay, I'll buy it when I get back." Then he stared at her and asked, "Has the fourth sister had a hard time outside in the past few years?"

"Huh?"

"Otherwise, how could it be like this...... You'll do anything vulgar?"

"Vulgar things?" she frowned, "this is a vulgar thing, isn't this the most straightforward and simple way to find another way...... But whatever you think, it doesn't matter. ”

After saying this, she paused for a moment, and for the first time realized that she would say such a thing as no matter what others thought of her.

Surprisingly, she obviously cares most about other people's opinions.

After thinking about it for a while, she laughed again, it turned out that she was slowly being assimilated by Huai'an unconsciously.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Walking to the table and gently dusting off the ashes, she picked up the scroll and slowly spread it out.

The scroll was very long, spread on the table, and many of them fell to the ground.

She looked at the scroll, stunned, and couldn't help but be surprised.

The long streets in the mist and rain, the tall and majestic city gates, the rows of houses, the shops with colorful flags, and the passers-by holding umbrellas, look ahead with a little comfort in the light rain.

Ahead is the end of the long street, a bridge in the rain added a mist around, like a dream, and a bridge across the fireworks breath completely two artistic conceptions, a small boat under the bridge, the water under the bridge is clear but shallow, not enough for the boat to travel, the painting is very realistic let the boat sink to the bottom, touch the stones in the water, the shallow water originally could not float it, not to mention that there is no oars on the boat, the boat is horizontal in the flowing water, there is a sense of unrestrainedness.

Next to the fog on the bridge, there is a white left, it is a good position for the inscription poem, the inscription poem and the Chinese painting are basically the standard, the blank place also has the inscription poem, the inscription is on the side of the bridge, it is the end of a painting, and it is also the end of a city.

The name of this bridge is called Xizhao Bridge, at the northern edge of Xuncheng, there are only a few houses after crossing the bridge, and then there is the city wall.

The name of the long street is South Street, it is the most prosperous downtown in Xuncheng, and the famous people, such as the Meng family, such as the former Cheng Mansion, are facing this street at the main entrance.

This painting, there is a pen next to it, Ting'an named it, Xuncheng smoke and rain map.

In the smoke and rain, there is little loneliness, but the pen is still a noisy and lively fireworks world.

All kinds of people, all kinds of scenes, meticulous and poetic.

The painter may not have expected the result of the difficult return of the old garden, but he left the city in his eyes in advance, but he did not know what he was going to do, he did not use oil paint, switched to ink, unloaded a halo, returned to the meaning of the accumulation of 5,000 years of wind and moon in a country, and showed the homeland that he had missed in a foreign country one by one.

Then, he was helplessly pushed back and fell into a foreign land again.

This ink painting is the painter's reflection on the thousands of miles of the old garden, and the inscription poem, in general, is another thick and colorful and unrevealing sadness in the painter's heart.

Siqing rolled up the painting and said to the people around him: "If this painting is in the world, it must be a famous work in history." ”

Gu Yingyue hurriedly said: "Then you hurry up and take it, put it on you, Si Gu Xuan or go back to the Pavilion to show it!"

"Okay, then I'll take this painting first. ”

Before the roll was finished, Gu Yingyue stretched out her hand and pointed to the smudged ink, and said worriedly: "This covers the words, will it have an impact?"

"Regret is also beautiful. She shook her head, "It's out of the way." ”

Putting away the scroll, she looked at the person in front of her for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Miss Gu, why do you insist on staying in the Meng family?"

Gu Yingyue didn't know why she suddenly asked this question, but when she heard this question, she was already blushing, and she didn't notice that Siqing didn't call her the third sister-in-law this time.

She bowed her head shyly: "Aren't you all aware of my intentions?"

"But the third brother is no longer here, so why should you bother?"

"Whether it's bitter or not, I know it myself. She said firmly.

"That'...... All right. Siqing smiled reluctantly and stepped out, "Let's go, or...... Look at it again,

Shall I go first?" Seeing that Gu Yingyue didn't move, she added.

"Wait a minute. Gu Yingyue really wanted to stay in this study for a while, but there was nothing to see, she just wanted to sit down.

She took the wolf pen, remembered a question, and called Siqing: "You know the third young master better than me, you say, what kind of person does he like, will he like me like this?"

Either...... What should I do to become what he likes?"

Siqing frowned: "The others have already left!"

"Do you want me to have a thought, since I stay in the Meng family, if I can become what he likes, what's wrong?"

Siqing sighed silently: "There is no like, only the person you like, it doesn't matter what this person is, so you don't need to bother with this effort." ”

Looking at Gu Yingyue's surprised look, she paused for a moment, and said: "Miss Gu, since the eldest mother promised that I can be the master of the Meng family's family affairs, then I will use the right to do so, if you meet someone you love again in the future, the Meng family will allow you to remarry, and buy a dowry for you, and allow you to marry beautifully." ”

After that, before Gu Yingyue could react, she walked out of the courtyard gate quickly.

As she said, as soon as "Xuncheng Smoke and Rain" was exhibited in Siguxuan, it attracted widespread attention.

The artists gathered here, there are mountains and rivers in their brushes, or there are beautiful women, but no one thinks of leaving a prosperous memory for the home they have established.

In their eyes, the painter has passed away, which adds a bit of regret and compassion to the painting.

Some people recall that a few years ago they had participated in a celebration banquet for Meng Ting'an, in the magnificent palace, there were staggered plans, laughter, and famous people.

The past is in sight, but the Si people have become ancient, even if it is difficult to settle, they can only sigh softly.

The painting was only exhibited in Sigu Xuan for three days, and then it was taken away by the government and hidden in the treasure hall of the imperial court, where it was guarded by a special person, and ordinary people could no longer see it.

When someone from the government came to collect the painting that day, Si Gu Xuan was discussing: "You just look at the painting, and no one pays attention to this poem?"

Compared with the artistic conception in the painting, the poem is ordinary, but it just melts a few scenes of Xuncheng. Someone replied, "What's more, it's obscured by ink, and I can't see clearly." ”

"It is precisely the obscuring that makes people want to know more and more, what are the last two words?"

"I'm afraid there's no solution. ”

After hearing this, the official took out the painting that had been put away, opened it carefully, tasted the poem again, read it several times, and couldn't distinguish the last two words, so he had to take it back again.

They are all literati, and they remember a poem after reading it a few times, although the painting has been collected, this official is walking out with the painting, and he can still hear someone talking about the poem, as if he still wants to ponder it.

"Looking around at the pile of paintings in the clouds, looking back at the old city where the old people have returned, the sunken boat in the twilight rain is also self-controlled, and the heart of ten thousand people is ......"

Broken here, the remaining two words, the man muttered for a while, and discussed with the person next to him and walked away.

The official escorted the painting out of the door, and met Siqing head-on, he had a straight face, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he passed by her, the other party stopped him.

His feet still stopped involuntarily, and he still had a cold face: "What are you doing?"

"Can you read it?"

If you don't understand, you can't say it, this adult raised his eyebrows: "If you don't understand, what's the matter with you?"

Siqing had no choice but to spread her hands to make way, passed by him, and entered the inner hall of Si Gu Xuan.

Lin Shaowei was already waiting in the inner hall, and when he saw her coming, he got up to greet her: "According to the fourth young lady's advance notice, you came, I didn't tell Young Master Meng, then, what are you looking for me?"

"We returned to the Meng family, and the porcelain art club came to me, and my husband and wife discussed it, and they originally planned to reopen. She got straight to the point, "but ......"

"Does Miss Fourth have any concerns?"

"Yes. She frowned slightly.

"Young Master Meng originally took another path, and the style of Meng's porcelain painting is very different, one is glorious glaze, the other is spring and snow, and now he has taken over Meng's porcelain painting again, in fact, the two styles that are now prevalent are in his hands. After Lin Shaowei heard what she said, he said, "Your worries are reasonable, as soon as the porcelain art club opens, your Meng family's porcelain painting cannot be limited to the experience left by the predecessors, these two roads will intersect sooner or later, and then Young Master Meng will ......."

"He's not good at either side. Siqing said.

"Hmm. Lin Shaowei nodded, "It's not a secret, he has actually told me that he wants to leave me and make a special trip to be your Meng family's 'spring and white snow'." ”

"So I came to you. Siqing said, "That 'glorious glass' is the path he has created with great difficulty, and I don't want him to give up." ”

"But, this is his own choice, and I don't want him to go, but he said that the task is in his body, if he can't pass on the Meng family porcelain paintings, he won't be able to see the people under the spring, and I am also ......."

"Then at least you can stay for a while, give me some time, and let me think of a way. ”

"Okay. ”

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