It's late April, and the spring of the year is only the tip of the tail, and the beginning of summer is already approaching. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The scene of late spring occupies the inside and outside of the village, some flowers are gone, and some flowers are blooming more brilliantly.

Jiang Huijia retrieved the wheelchair, which attracted the whole village to watch.

The villagers were very surprised to see it, and hugged her until she pushed her wheelchair home, and some good people urged repeatedly: "Quickly call San Lang to come out and take a look in this wheelchair!"

Song Yi had already heard a voice from outside, and as soon as Jiang Huijia pushed open the fence door of the small courtyard, he also came out of the hall on crutches.

His complexion is indeed better than before, his face has receded, although he is still a little pale, but he is standing there, if he doesn't look at the crutches under his armpits, he really has a feeling of being a scholar and handsome, and his bones are clear. The outline of his facial features was originally deep and clear, very manly, at this time he suddenly appeared in front of everyone, his eyes were bright, and the people who joined in the fun stopped for a while, and secretly said "It's a pity" in their hearts!

Song Yi saw Jiang Huijia at a glance, he watched Jiang Huijia gradually get closer, and the evening breeze of late spring blew on her cheeks, disturbing a few strands of green silk on her sideburns. Suddenly, the roots of his ears were hot, and he looked away.

Jiang Huijia had already walked next to him, and Song Yi got into a wheelchair with the help of Jiang Huijia.

He tried to push the wheelchair around, because the ground was fairly flat, and the walk was smooth. The brilliance in his eyes brightened, and after trying a few more steps, he bowed his hand to the neighbors who came to join in the fun, and said, "This wheelchair is very good, thank you for your concern." ”

People talked about it, some called it "really good", some said it was really rare, and of course some people said: "With this thing, wouldn't it be convenient for Saburo to come to Japan to open a museum to teach?"

Someone laughed and said, "What else is your name Sanlang? It's time to change your name to Mr. Song!"

The crowd laughed in good-natured.

Song Yi gossiped a few words with everyone, and Jiang Huijia invited everyone to sit indoors for a while. The people in the crowd were the first to say goodbye, and they were just to see the excitement, but there were things going on in the evening, and no one really went into the house to sit at this time.

Watching the lively people come and go quickly, and after a while, the neighbors are clean.

Song Yi tried on the wheelchair, intending to say something more to Jiang Huijia, but just as he was hesitating, suddenly something cool fell from the sky, and hit the cheeks of the two with water vapor.

It rained suddenly!

Jiang Huijia said "ouch", hurriedly held the handrail behind the wheelchair, and helped Song Yi enter the house quickly. As soon as they entered the house with their front feet, they looked through the gate to the sky outside the house, and saw that the cloud in the western sky, where there was a burning cloud, had dispersed, and the sun, which had been hidden by the sunset, showed half of its face again.

The sun is shining over there, and the drizzle is drizzling here.

Jiang Huijia was a person who often shuttled through the steel jungle city in her previous life, and she rarely saw such a scene, so she couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised: "The sun rises in the east and rains in the west!"

Song Yi said lightly: "Isn't it clear that it is the sun in the west and the rain in the east?"

Jiang Huijia glanced at him.

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west" is a famous sentence, which comes from the bamboo branch words of the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi. She just said this in passing, didn't she know that at this time the sun was in the west, and the rain was in the east?

At this time, Song Yi continued: "The sun is slanting in the west and the rain is raining in the east, and the road is sunny but sunny. ”

He chanted slowly, his eyes smiling. The light of his eyes fell on Jiang Huijia for a moment. Jiang Huijia was suddenly seen by him, and the sentence "The Tao is sunny but sunny" was like a pun, tightly entangled with her.

Jiang Huijia couldn't resist it, this guy was foul! Obviously a real teenager, why did he act like that more than her, a fake girl?

She had the heart to say something more, but her heart twisted and turned for a long time, and she felt that she would definitely not be able to say anything about poetry.

In the end, she could only say indignantly: "Unauthorized change of the poems of the sages, and the books of the sages have been read to the edge of the sky by you!"

Song Yi just smiled lowly, and his gaze remained warm and mellow.

The next day, Song Yi began to study plaster pens. Of course, at Jiang Huijia's suggestion, the plaster pen has been renamed "chalk" by them.

Jiang Huijia became the shopkeeper, except for some things that Song Yi was inconvenient to do and needed to be moved, she completely let go.

Doesn't Song Yi want to follow the concept of the sages to learn from things?

What Jiang Huijia didn't know was how gloomy Song Yi's gaze was when she moved and lifted. It was also at this time that he especially hated his legs. Although it was this pair of broken legs that made him meet her, it was also this pair of broken legs that made her have a particularly difficult time.

He slowly carved movable chalk molds from wood and looked up at the courtyard.

Jiang Huijia set up a table in the courtyard, on which was covered with large sheets of cooked rice paper, and she picked up a pencil and was sketching something carefully.

These pen and paper were originally asked by Song Yi to be bought by Jiang Huijia, but he didn't use them when he bought them, but Jiang Huijia used them first.

The corners of Song Yi's lips, which were originally slightly straightened, unconsciously relaxed, and a soft smile gradually appeared in his melancholy eyes.

Jiang Huijia is painting a picture of Xia He, which is for testing the waters. She had the idea of making money by painting embroidery sketches in Embroidery Accord, and at this time she tried to paint the first draft, and she also deliberately chose common themes.

First, the subject matter is common and not easy to make mistakes, the original body is just barely able to draw a simple embroidery pattern, if she can paint a talented novel work at the beginning, it is too unreasonable; second, after all, it is just a test of the waters, Jiang Huijia does not know what the actual market is, so naturally there is no need to draw too distinctively.

Of course, even if he wants to sell embroidery sketches, because of the previous Zheng Qiniang incident, Jiang Huijia will not choose embroidery Accord anymore.

Time passed little by little, Jiang Huijia drew more and more easily, after all, it was a simple and familiar pattern, she quickly drew the line drawing, and then put out the color disc, ready to mix colors.

She picked up a new Baiyun medium pen and adjusted the pink and white colors first. Just as he was about to put down his pen, he suddenly felt a warm breath approaching beside him.

Jiang Huijia was taken aback, only to find out that it was Song Yi who came over with a wheelchair.

"The lady is especially good at using this gossamer drawing!" Song Yi praised.

Jiang Huijia especially likes to use a hairspring when drawing lines, she moves the brush elegantly and the composition is delicate. Song Yi looked at it carefully, and only felt that although this Xia He picture was only a line drawing, it could be seen from far and near, and the layers were clear, and it seemed to be very different from the popular painting style at the moment.