When I opened the album, what appeared in front of Zhiqiu's eyes was a beautiful painting.

A beautiful engraving, above which is a quaint sideways lady.

A pair of red phoenix eyes, cherry mouth, plump body, snow-white skin, gorgeous service, handsome face, soft eyes, gorgeous and meticulous clothing, exquisite demeanor.

Is she smiling, or is she contemplating?

Looking at this picture of a lady, Zhiqiu was a little fascinated.

Yes, this picture of a lady comes from the painting village, it is different from many prints from the painting village, the style is very similar to the paintings of Jiepeng, but the performance is graceful and atmospheric, leisurely stretching, the lines are more delicate and soft, the picture is more bright, less gaudy and sexy kitsch, in the place where the lady picture, the two words "shadow" of Hanli font are printed!

For more than ten years, the word "shadow" has been like a magical dream, a charming shadow, and a deep look, tormenting him all the time, constantly breaking into his mind, lingering, and blurry.

Under the Flying Bird Tower, the same "Bodhi is here, where to find the painting mountain", and the "shadow" of the painting, make this painting and the meteorite inextricably linked, but the trip to the painting mountain ten years ago, and the subsequent visit to the painting village, but no clues have been obtained!

Except for this painting!

And this painting comes from the painting township, which is now the painting village.

"When we came here ten years ago, it wasn't so lonely!" Ziyun introduced to everyone as he looked at the somewhat barren street in front of him.

We parked the car at the end of the road in front of the painting village, carrying a package, along the big flagpole, before going to the painting village, following the graceful steps of Ziyun, the three of us were like three tourists, and we walked into the painting village, only to find that coconut trees, mango trees, big banyan trees...... The whole village is surrounded by towering trees, which are connected by patches and pieces, which is simply covering the sky and the sun! The main road in the village is a long stone road, and the small road is paved with cobblestones, crisscrossing and secluded!

Painting village, like a typical ancient village, the houses here are more like a kind of row house shape, ponds, ancient wells, ancestral halls, watchtowers, antique. The white walls are gray tiles, there are long weeds growing on the tiles, some of the old houses are mottled with skin skin, some of the doors of the houses are old, some of the iron knockers on the doors are rusty, some of the walls are covered with thick moss, and a few old cats jump down from the wall, "meow" a few times, and then flash quickly from the corner......

"It's really old, it feels like a long time ago, revealing a lot of vicissitudes. I took Ziyun's words and sent a nostalgic emotion.

"Why is the highway impassable?" Zhaoyang has been struggling with this question.

"There is no road in front of the mountain, and there is no road in the back," Ziyun still couldn't help Zhaoyang's inquiry, explaining this strange phenomenon to us, "I heard that this is the ancient precept of the painting village, and we came in and walked in the back of the painting village, so of course there is no way!"

As we walked, suddenly a loquat tree full of fruit stood beside us, the branches and leaves were luxuriant, fruitful, very beautiful, "Why is there such a strange ancient precept!" Daewoo also joined in the curious discussion.

Ziyun didn't answer, but happily went over to the loquat tree, clamoring for me to take a picture of her, I took her SLR, looked at it and saw that it was "automatic" mode, so I glanced at Ziyun with disdain, and then adjusted the mode, and quickly took pictures of Ziyun and Daewoo and Zhaoyang.

Further ahead, an old ancestral hall is in front of us, and in my lens, it complements Ziyun's beauty so well.

"This ancient town is quite old, if you want to find the answer, you can find it!" Ziyun casually pointed to this ancient ancestral hall.

This is a quaint ancestral hall, red walls and green tiles, hook eaves and paint buildings, in front of the ancestral hall, a pair of stone lions are very expressive, and then look at the siding and windows and gates, look old, but clean and clean.

Looking at the ancient ancestral hall with carved beams and painted pillars, Daewoo stepped forward and touched it, "It's locked," Daewoo said, "Don't let people go in to visit!"

Everyone has a laugh through the ancestral hall, a tall building in the distance, Ziyun said that it is a watchtower, there is one in front of the village and one behind the village, you can go up to visit, Daewoo said that we have seen a lot of watchtowers along the way, there should be no new tricks.

"The bunker was built by the people, but in the end it was broken by the people!" Zhaoyang Wen crepe read, Daewoo glanced at him, "Oppression and resistance, strategy and tactics, the two propositions are entangled by you!" Everyone finally decided to take a look at the watchtower.

Following a cobblestone path, we walked across a small wooden bridge, a dirt road, and a small wooded area, where a watchtower of different styles and shapes stood quietly in the green field. From a distance, the watchtower has no eaves, the whole body is smooth, has a strong waterproof, fireproof, anti-theft and the actual combat function of resisting the enemy.

Stepping on the stone path leading to the watchtower, we approached it, and we were greeted by the peeling paint of the door, the thick and old window lattice, and the rusty door knocker, which can be seen that the magnificence and grandeur of the year have long been dimmed, and only the loneliness and loneliness deposited by time.

"Could it be that we came to the painting village today to eat behind closed doors?" Zhaoyang couldn't help but muttered loudly as he looked at the closed gate.

Ziyun smiled, stepped forward, picked up the iron ring on the door, knocked slowly three times, and then retreated and said, "Don't be impatient." Don't be impatient!"

"Squeak", before Ziyun's words were finished, the iron door opened, and an old man in coarse cloth opened the door.

"You're here to visit?" asked the old man with a smile.

"Grandpa, let's come and see the artwork here!" Ziyun said loudly.

"Oh, come in!" the old man let us in the door, still smiling, "look at it, look at it." With that, the old man sat down in a rocking chair inside the iron door.

"This is the owner of the watchtower, and his personality is good," Ziyun whispered, and also reminded everyone in a whisper, "This is a private exhibition, when everyone leaves, put a little sponsorship money in the box next to him."

Entering the building, we saw that the windows of this watchtower are much smaller than the common openings of private houses, and each window is provided with iron grilles and sashes, and there are iron plate windows and doors outward.

"This is very professional! It can effectively prevent bandits from digging walls or fire attacks!" Zhao Yang said.

Looking further, the four corners of the upper part of the watchtower are built with a protruding cantilevered corner fort, and the corner fort has opened forward and downward shooting holes, and there are also shooting holes on the walls of each floor, which can condescendingly fight back against the attacking enemy.

"Look, there are hidden mechanisms in this latch, and there are water outlets in the corners," Daewoo said, "It's a European-style defense facility!"

"I think they're like works of art," Zhaoyang said, "a work of art for defense in the Cold Weapon Era!"

"Art ......" Ziyun laughed, "It's inside!"

As we spoke, we walked into an exhibition gallery, and were immediately infected and attracted by the works in the gallery, and were overwhelmed by the warm emotions revealed in the works.

This is a long gallery of printmaking art, looking at the past, these prints are as simple as children's pictures: simple lines, flat drawings, neither the perspective principle of light, nor the composition techniques, but the unexpected use of color in the painting, the movement of sleepwalking characters, but vividly tell the variety of peasant life, showing the simple and colorful spiritual world of farmers.

This is a long gallery of painting stories, on the walls, pictures and texts, detailing the development of printmaking, types, tools and famous printmaking artists and their printmaking works in the painting village. It makes people understand the greatness of printmaking, and at the same time, it also makes people feel how much history and cultural connotation this small village with a long history carries.

Looking at it, we forgot the time, forgot the warmth and coldness, and forgot that we were still in a watchtower.

"Follow me!" Suddenly, Ziyun from behind gently pulled my arm, and I saw Ziyun's anxious look, so I followed her forward, turned a narrow bend, and came to the door of a small room.

Ziyun stopped, I followed, I saw, a delicate engraving inlaid in the door frame,

It was a picture of a lady, a woman in silhouette, a beautiful servant, and a handsome face......

Isn't that exactly the "Lady Picture" that Xiaoying gave me?