Harley went around most of the small lotus mountain, Zhong Yue got out of the car, this Gu Qin's driving skills are definitely comparable to the hairy dog that drives three jumps.

Zhong Yue helped Gu Qin hold the flower stand, and the two of them climbed the stairs from a mountain road, and when they reached the halfway point of the mountain, they looked down from above, and at the limit of their line of sight, the outline of the city in the distance could be vaguely seen.

"Zhong Yue, where did you get the money?"

"Guess. ”

Gu Qin opened the drawing board, looked at Zhong Yue and brought a piece of felt, and said with a smile: "Silly you, there is no table here, you bring a felt, where can you spread it?"

After seeing the indifference of Jinnong's view of the cliff by the sea, Zhong Yue found a flat stone and sat down, put the rough-edged paper on the felt paper, and looked at the green mountains and ears, and there was a bird's cry from far and near.

Zhong Yue took a deep breath, and did not take out the pen and ink, but sat on the boulder like an old monk, imagining that there was a cliff in front of him.

Gu Qin set up the drawing board, glanced at Zhong Yue who was sitting on the stone, and pulled the corners of his mouth, this thing is really ...... Ancient people...... Forget it if you don't have a mobile phone, this sitting posture, can you die if you don't pretend to be forced?

The air in the mountains is fresh, and on the day of the clouds, although the sky is clear, there is no trace of dry heat, and Zhong Yue's whole person feels that he is floating in the wind. He has entered the system, and wants to watch Jin Nong's calligraphy through this artistic conception.

Before entering the system refinement, it was all at home, maybe in a different place, you can understand it.

This time, the scene was changed again, and it was replaced by a scene that confused him very much.

Am I in the system, or in the real world?

"Zhong Xiaoyou, you're in a good state today. ”

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, looked around, but found no one. He understood that this should be in the system, because Gu Qin was gone. So, where is the Golden Farmer?

"Zhong Xiaoyou doesn't have to look for it, the old decay is in your heart. ”

“……”

Listening to this, why is it so ambiguous?

"Today, it's you who write. ”

Zhong Yue looked down and saw the rice paper fluttering in the wind, there was not even a felt underneath, and the pen was placed casually on a puddle of ink, as if it would be dropped at any time.

"Mr. Dongxin, the stone surface is uneven, how to write?"

"How can there be real flatness? Even if the paper is flat, can you achieve the true heart like water?"

Zhong Yue closed his eyes and still did not put pen to paper.

The warm breeze blows, and the May grass grows and the warbler flies. Gu Qin put the straw hat on his head from the bag and sketched the base map with a pencil. Seeing Zhong Yue motionless, he was also speechless for a while, this person, said that he was good at collecting style, but he ended up napping on the stone?

Zhong Yue sat in the system for a moment, picked up the brush, and began to use the pen and ink.

The boulder was uneven, and there was rice paper that was fluttering due to the wind, which made Zhong Yue's heart flutter.

When the heart is messed up, the words are messed up.

"Optimistic. ”

Zhong Yue was momentarily moved, as if his hand was not being controlled, and began to move slowly on the basis of the original stroke. Generally reading posts, there has never been such a angle, which makes Zhong Yue look more detailed.

"Calligraphy has always been written at will, casually, too deliberately, then it is fake. ”

My heart is my pen, and the five words on the paper are crooked.

A gust of wind blew, the paper fell suddenly, and the words on the boulder penetrated into it, looking simple and powerful.

"There will always be traces left, so why should you care about what is left on the paper?"

"The words on the stone will disappear in the sun and rain, but the black and white words can last forever. ”

Jin Nong's voice sounded again, "How long will it last?" Do you write for the sake of the book, or for the sake of the heart? Zhong Yue, that's all I say, I'll return." ”

The scene went dark. Back to the long road from the beginning.

Zhong Yue exited the system, got up and stretched.

"You're so pleasant. ”

Zhong Yue turned around and saw Gu Qin holding a palette and smearing paint on the easel. He picked up his school bag, poured ink into a small porcelain dish, and slowly soaked the pen sent by the system.

"I have money to decorate, but I don't have money to buy ink. ”

Zhong Yue smiled: "You are talkative." ”

Gu Qin shook off a wide roll of his eyes and returned his mind to his painting. The two were more than 20 steps apart, immersed in their respective creations.

In addition to being impeccable, Zhong Yue obviously felt a trace of refinement in the control of pen power, and even he could feel the flow of inferior ink in the bristles.

A piece of rough-edged paper couldn't withstand Zhong Yue's heavy pen force at all, and was directly pulled apart by large strokes.

My heart is my pen.

Zhong Yue breathed a long sigh of relief, with the felt pad underneath, the writing has been greatly improved, at least the pen will not poke a hole in the paper.

I don't know how long it took, Zhong Yue felt an itch on his neck, and reached out to scratch it, but he touched something soft.

"Bastard, what are you doing!"

As soon as Zhong Yue turned around, he saw Gu Qin, who had retreated a few steps away, and was a little speechless, "It's okay, why are you standing behind me sneakily?"

"Hungry. ”

"You're really a daughter, there's instant noodles in your schoolbag, eat it yourself. ”

Gu Qin was speechless, "Can't you bring something you can eat?"

"Love to eat or not. Zhong Yue also sat for a long time, got up and turned his neck, "What do you draw, I'll take a look." ”

However, Gu Qin took a step forward and covered the drawing board first, "I've come from afar, don't you plan to treat me to something good?"

"Boiled instant noodles?"

"......" Gu Qin almost took a paintbrush and pulled it over Zhong Yue's face, "Can you not eat instant noodles?"

"Let's make a meal, then. ”

“……”

Gu Qin took off his straw hat and looked like he was smiling without smiling, "Forget it, I promised to invite you to dinner last time, let's go." ”

"Don't pick up the wind?" Zhong Yue just wrote a little feeling, and he still had some unfinished thoughts about going back.

"I can't finish painting in one day, so I'll be good if I come back tomorrow. Gu Qin put the palette away, "Say, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat instant noodles. ”

"You, are you a big idiot? I said I'll please, and instant noodles and instant noodles!"

Zhong Yue shrugged his shoulders, "Don't you have to worry about it." ”

Gu Qin smiled toothlessly, "You mean, I invited you to dinner, and I caused you trouble, right?"

A woman's smile often has a lot of connotations.

"Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry. ”

Zhong Yue's heart froze, why are you holding a strained face if you are not angry.

"Okay, what do you want me to eat?"

"Idiot!"

The two of them went down the mountain, Gu Qin put on his helmet and carried the drawing board behind him, "You can eat instant noodles!

Harley's throttle roared, and he ran out of a dozen meters in a puff of smoke and suddenly stopped.

Zhong Yue walked over slowly, not understanding why Gu Qin had stopped again when he left him.

"What, conscience found?"

"I ...... My car is out of gas......"