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Song Yi swiped his pen, and the ink-colored waves rose layer by layer from the feet of the white cotton robe, stacking up.

In the waves, a dangerous cliff stands in danger!

The craggy peak is straight, the whole picture is not revealed, and there is a lonely atmosphere that seems to be about to break free from the few brushstrokes.

On the main seat, Xie Xijiu involuntarily stood up and took a few steps down to watch Song Yi paint.

Although Song Yi is young, he is very spiritual in painting.

His brushstrokes are sparse, but they are powerful and powerful.

Especially in the treatment of space and the shade of brushwork, it can be called a wonderful idea and unique charm.

However, in dozens of breaths, the painting was completed, and it looked like a white wave rolled up at the bottom of the green robe. The white waves are dangerous, and the ink rhyme is natural.

Song Yi put down his pen, thanked the sacrificial wine and clapped his hands and laughed: "Good painting!

In the attic in the corner of the garden, Xie Rui angrily pushed down the high table on the side, and the celadon vase on the high table fell to the ground, waking up the distracted Cui Wan.

In the open hall, they stood in the attic, but they couldn't see it clearly.

But through the eight-sided open doors, the hall is staggered, and the figure of everyone flying happily can still be roughly seen.

Cui Wan couldn't stand it anymore, twisted her skirt and hurriedly left.

Xie Rui hurriedly chased after him, and said dissatisfiedly: "Wan Niang, what are you doing?"

Cui Wan choked up, and only said in a low voice: "I'm going back, Ah Rui, thank you for your help today." I have made it clear that from now on, I will no longer have delusions. Auntie, will you say goodbye for me?"

Without waiting for Xie Rui to say anything more, she moved quickly, and finally disappeared into the attic staircase.

Xie Rui stomped his feet hatefully behind him, and said angrily to the girl guarding the door next to him: "Where is Yun Wei, go and call Yun Wei over!"

In the open hall, the banquet is hearty.

Xie Sai said: "Si is a festival, there should be poetry and wine." Come on, come on, Jiang Lang has made a fu, Song Hexuan has made a painting, if you still have poems and words, don't hide it, write it quickly!"

But he took the lead out of the open hall and walked to the small lake in the garden.

The lake was already lit with lanterns, and under the light of the lanterns, the four shores of the small lake were not only as bright as day, but even the cold in winter seemed to have disappeared a lot under this firelight.

These lanterns are not just decorations.

Xie Saijiu said the rules, and it turned out that there was a theme hidden under each lantern. The people at the banquet can pick up the lanterns at will, and after taking them, they will compose poems or lyrics according to the title, and then taste them with everyone.

This is much more interesting than just doing Laba poems or winter snow poems.

Everyone was interested, Jiang Huijia and Song Yi were in the limelight enough, some really liked their talents, and naturally some were angry because of this.

But anyone who reads books is always not to be outdone in this regard.

At that moment, everyone walked to the lake, picking up lanterns, picking up lanterns, calling paper and pencils, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

Jiang Huijia and Song Yi walked behind, not too much to join in the fun.

The ink waves on the feet of her robe are stacked, and when she walks, her robe flies, and it seems that she is walking on the ink waves. When the night breeze blew, she suddenly felt fluttering like a fairy, and immediately smiled.

Song Yi said, "What is Ah Xuan laughing at?"

Jiang Huijia said: "I think the wide robe and big sleeves are very wonderful. ”

Song Yi was puzzled, how wonderful is the wide robe and big sleeves?

Of course, he didn't know what Jiang Huijia was wonderful.

Thinking about studying medicine at the beginning of the year, especially when she first learned the acupoint technique, Jiang Huijia was still a fan of costume dramas.

Although she already clearly knows that the medical skills she has learned are really just medical skills, the so-called acupoints are not like those shown on TV.

-- But these "realities" do not hinder children's fantasies.

Therefore, when Jiang Huijia was a child, she used to face the TV, draped in a big silk scarf, pretending to be wearing ancient costumes, and became a master of the world with some acupoint skills...... Well, of course she won't tell Song Yi about this.

The two fell aside, and they were not keen on guessing the topic and composing poetry.

In fact, today's limelight has been too much, to this extent is really enough, and if it continues, I am afraid that it will not end well.

At this time, Zhou Chang, who had attracted the cat before, suddenly paced a few steps and came to the two of them.

Compared with the other people in this garden, Zhou Chang can be regarded as half an acquaintance. On that day, Song Yi and Jiang Huijia strayed into the Meilin of Nanquan Temple, and they were the first to appear in front of them, and it was Zhou Chang who had contact with them.

"Brother Song, Brother Jiang. Zhou Chang arched his hand at the two of them and smiled.

"Brother Zhou?" Song Yi returned the salute, and Jiang Huijia also gave up.

Zhou Chang's physiognomy is fine when he doesn't smile, but it's really a little obscene when he laughs.

He rubbed his hands, and a pair of eyes rolled slightly, looking at Jiang Huijia.

Song Yi quietly stepped forward and blocked in front of Jiang Huijia.

Zhou Chang stretched his neck, and he wanted to look at Jiang Huijia behind him.

Song Yi frowned secretly, suddenly stretched out his hand, patted Zhou Chang on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, I said goodbye that day, and now I haven't seen him for a few days." What does Brother Zhou often do now?"

It sounded like a greeting, but the hand he put on Zhou Chang's shoulder was secretly forced, as if it inadvertently pressed Zhou Chang's shoulder.

Zhou Chang groaned and hurriedly came back to his senses.

Song Yi let go of his hand and looked at Zhou Chang with concern: "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"

Zhou Chang snorted, moved his shoulders, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "What's uncomfortable, I'm very good!"

After speaking, he shook his shoulders, tilted his head to look at Jiang Huijia again, turned around and left.

He came strangely and walked even stranger.

Song Yi's heart couldn't help but sink slightly, and he only felt that Zhou Chang's move seemed to have a deep meaning.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Huijia, and Jiang Huijia walked to him again.

Song Yi quietly held her hand, her face did not show worry, and she only smiled: "This person is very boring, Ah Xuan doesn't need to pay attention to him." ”

Jiang Huijia smiled: "What do I care about him?"

Suddenly, his eyes flowed, but this time he didn't make a sound, only spit out his mouth, and said silently: "Are you jealous?"

After blocking Song Yi for a moment, she laughed again.

Song Yi had no choice but to shake his head and laugh.

said that they ignored it, but in fact, both of them kept Zhou Chang's strange behavior in mind.

Jiang Huijia was faintly uneasy.

The people on the shore took the title to compose poems, and from time to time there were cheers from the crowd.

Jiang Huijia and Song Yi are not too unsociable, although they don't take the topic, they still praise other people's poetry works.

In the meantime, some people urged them to compose poems again, Jiang Huijia said: "Late-born poetry is limited, and today I can give all the ink in my belly to Miss Yunji." I can't write poetry anymore, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. ”

provoked everyone to let out a tacit laugh again.

Later, Song Yi was just urged by others, and he actually made a poem.

The topic he selected was "Travel", but fortunately, he had a long study trip in the past, which was very real.

He wrote a poem: "Come to the Cuihao Smoke Village, and touch the poet drunk and sprinkled the bottle." The sound of the hanging stream water piano rhymes, and the mountain scenery paintings leave traces.

The spring flies with rain through the rainbow frame, and the tree curves and swallows the cliff bouldering. The sky is connected to the road, and the smoke rises and falls. ”

The poems were full of brilliance, and all the poems in the night were overshadowed. (To be continued.) )