In the second half of the night, the snow fell even more, and the rustling of snow not only did not appear noisy, but reflected the tranquility of the mountains, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that only snow and wind remained.

There is also fragrant tea sent by catkins at the right time, which is really boiled by Liu Ke in snow water, and the temperature is suitable to quench thirst, and it is best used to relieve hangover.

Since getting the all-round idler system, Zhou Yi is the first time to get drunk so thoroughly, in the haze, he only remembers a soft body leaning against him, pouring tea and covering himself with a quilt, like a dream, but it is very real.

I don't know how long it took, the wind rose several times, how thick the snow was, and when Zhou Yi, who slept until he woke up naturally, opened his eyes, the mischievous sunlight had already penetrated through the curtains, shining on his forehead, body, and buttocks, warm

Stretching his waist, he stepped down from the window and opened the curtains, and the sudden strong light made him squint, only to see that the nearby mountain beams, the distant hillsides, and the distant pine forests were already covered with snow, and there was a white expanse everywhere, which was really a lot of snow.

After calling twice, I found that the catkins and the little leaves were not in the room, and when I opened the window, the sound of cheerful laughter came faintly from behind the raised hillside, was it a snowball fight or a snowman?

Zhou Yi was playful, washed his face with great interest, didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and rushed out of the house, and soon found catkins and small leaves along the laughter, one big and one small two beauties were wearing red ski shirts, bloated like two pandas, laughing and building a snowman, Tang Bao was in front, Liu Ke and Zhang Zhao were behind, the three guys were running and holding snowballs with snowballs, and a group of people led by Julian were having a snowball fight, and the sky was full of flying white balls and smashed snow chips, and everyone seemed to have become big children.

Zhou Yizhan smiled and looked at this scene, as if returning to his childhood, his mood became more and more calm, he picked up a pine branch from the ground, and drew a square on the snow, which was like paper, and then poked and poked, and the pen was like flying, and a lot of black dots were drawn on this 'paper', and when these black dots formed a certain scale, a painting was presented on the snow

"Uncle Zhou, you're awake, big lazy cat"

It was Xiao Yezi who discovered Zhou Yi first, and trotted to him: "Uncle Zhou, why don't you ignore me, what are you doing?"

"Lao Zhou, what are you doing here?" Tang Bao scratched his head, obviously not understanding, Liu Ke was a wet man in the cultural industry after all, and hesitated for a moment and said, "Could it be a painting?"

"Ah, I see, Uncle Zhou drew it yesterday!"

Still a child with imagination, Xiao Yezi stared at Zhou Yi's 'painting' for a long time, and suddenly clapped his hands and smiled.

"What yesterday? mashed potatoes or fruit salad?" Tang Bao was puzzled.

"It's snow, Uncle Zhou painted snow!"

"Snow? Isn't it a picture of yesterday's snow? It's really like it, the more you look at it, the more it looks."

Reminded by the small leaves, several adults suddenly realized, then looked down again, only to see the snow in the painting, the more you look at the more realistic, after a long time, the painting seems to gradually become larger, enveloping people in it, as if going back in time, and back to yesterday's snowy moment.

"Genius, Brother Zhou is really a genius, this is actually the technique of 'ink brush reflection' in Chinese painting, not the world in the chest, the bamboo into the forest can not be also, I can't imagine that I can actually see this wonderful technique in my lifetime, fortunately, fortunately!"

Liu Ke looked at it for a while, and suddenly his body trembled, and he praised loudly, but everyone could hear that his words were natural, and he didn't deliberately pat Zhou Yi's sycophants.

"I said Brother Liu, can you learn how to speak normally? What is the technique of 'ink pen reflection', but let's listen to it, do you know that you have knowledge?"

Not to mention Zhang Zhao, even Tang Bao Liuwu heard it in a fog, and looked at Liu Ke with inquiring eyes.

"Hehe, you don't know about Chinese painting, then it's no wonder, I'll explain it."

Seeing that even Tang Bao was asking for advice, Liu Ke was very proud, cleared his throat and said: "Ink painting in Chinese painting can write landscape figures, all kinds of human states, but only use one color, this is a difficult thing for all major painting schools in the world to do, but our ancestors have achieved the peak, why is this? 'Reflection' is one of the most difficult to master and the most famous, and its creator is not an ordinary person, but an emperor in Chinese history!"

"Or the emperor? Brother Liu, you can do this, the emperor has endless wine, and beautiful women who can't sleep, will he have nothing to do to study and paint?

Zhang Zhao is not in a high realm, if he is made an emperor, he will be a faint king, and his mind is full of wine and beauty.

"Lao Liu, don't sell Guanzi, is the creator of this technique Li Yu or Song Huizong?" Tang Bao glanced at Zhou Yi, who was still distracted, and was surprised in his heart, and asked casually. After all, he was born in a family of eunuchs, and no matter how foolish he is, he is still much better than Zhang Zhao, a nouveau riche, at least he knows Li Yu and Song Huizong.

"It's still Bao Erye's knowledge, yes, it was Song Huizong, a master of calligraphy and painting, who created this set of techniques. ”

Liu Ke said with a smile: "This emperor can't govern the country, but he is a good hand at painting, it is said that one day he was enjoying the snow in Houhuā Garden, and suddenly had an interest, so he wanted to paint a picture of the snow garden, but the Tai ~ supervisor who was in charge of grinding ink was frozen numb, and accidentally touched the ink and stained the drawing paper." I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect the emperor to stare at the drawing paper for a while, but he drew an unprecedented picture of flying snow, but he not only did not die, but was rewarded, because he triggered the inspiration of Song Huizong, which can be regarded as a meritorious achievement. ”

Zhang Zhao scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks when he heard this, and really couldn't understand why Song Huizong wanted to reward this eunuch who made a mistake, only to see Liu Ke pointing to Zhou Yi's painting and saying: "You still don't understand? You look at Brother Zhou's paintings, just like Song Huizong at the beginning, when everyone used black ink to point out the snow, he used black to point out the gap between the sky and the falling snow, so that the blank space left behind naturally became a sky full of snow, isn't it more real and vivid than painting snow with black ink?"

"Damn, it's really, when you say this, the more you look at it, the more it's like this!"

Zhang Zhao patted his head and suddenly realized, Tang Bao was also amazed, he was a famous player in Kyoto, but he had never played with such an elegant thing as Chinese painting, but now the more he looked at it, the more interested he became, he felt that Brother Zhou was really omnipotent, and he must ask for more advice when he had time, and he was also elegant. Hmph, wait for us to be elegant, look at Sister Miaoyin, is she still arrogant?

"Brother Zhou is really a strange person, and I don't know how many secrets he still hides"

Thinking of Zhou Yi's trip to Tengchong, he made himself and Zhang Zhao make a fortune, and now Zhang Yuejin, Li Ganggang and Wang Sananti, who have offended Zhou Yi, are already ****, and they are not far from complete bankruptcy, and then think of Zhou Yi's various magical methods, brewing, cooking, Liu Ke was surprised and delighted, surprised that he almost looked down on Zhou Yi at the beginning, missed this friend, and was happy that he is now one of Zhou Yi's few friends in the shopping mall, as long as he holds this thigh in the future, he will not be afraid of any big storms.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou"

Seeing Zhou Yi's fascinate look, Liu Ke was even more amazed, he is also half an expert, how can he not see that Zhou Yi actually 'had an epiphany' of this set of techniques? This is still a heavenly reason, do you want to know that 'ink painting reflection' is easy to say, in fact, it is extremely difficult, even some masters in the Chinese painting world dare not say that they can fully master it, often paint once, it takes several days or even a month, to use the ground as paper and bamboo branches as Zhou Yi does, how much more youthful skills do you have? This is just an epiphany, if it takes time?

Liu Ke didn't want to disturb Zhou Yi, but there are bookworms, paintings are crazy, and he is afraid that Zhou Yi will become the second Mi Fu, so after thinking about it, he decided to wake up Zhou Yi.

"Ding, the conditions are met, the system subclass is triggered"

At this moment, Zhou Yi's mind sounded the voice of the system again, and the painting sub-profession that he had never looked forward to was opened

***

Liu Ke's cousin and niece is a very clean girl, not that Zhou Yi took off her clothes to check whether the girl was hygienic enough, but this girl standing in front of anyone will give people a very comfortable clean, like a dew grass shining in the early morning sun, fresh. Her name is Bai Bingbing, her name is very stardom, her surname is very ethnic, and she treats people like a little girl next door, and she has a kind of artist's stupidity.

Her professor of Western painting is a half-Chinese expert, obviously a stubble-faced obscene hairy uncle, but he just studied and visited China like Clinton ~ Don dressed in a nondescript Tang costume, with a big belly, and a pipe in his hand, no tobacco leaves, just held in his hand, very artistic, and very incompatible with the majority of working people.

The eyes of this thing are very wrong, always not leaving the waist and buttocks of young women, but he still looks unscrupulous, with a sense of superiority of a famous artist, openly and secretly revealing an inexplicable pride of 'looking at you is lifting you', Zhou Yi doesn't like this person very much, so after Liu Ke's introduction, his eyes swept directly over, and nodded at Bai Bingbing with a smile, he was very strange in his heart that such a clean girl, how could she follow such a teaching beast?

"You are Zhou Yi? Giggles, I heard my cousin say that you are bigger than a cow, and you actually learned to 'ink painting reflection'?"

Bai Bingbing turned around without pretentiousness, as light as a little swallow: "But I don't believe it, do you have the ability to draw me with counter-move techniques?"

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue at the catkins, showing that I didn't have any out-of-bounds thoughts about your boyfriend

(To be continued)