Chapter 143 Autumn Rhyme in the Mountains

The castle of Shishan City is at the end of this main street, the gate is facing the whole street, standing on this gatehouse, you can see the appearance of the whole city of Shishan City, even if a swallow flies by, but it can't escape the eyes of the guards.

Yamanaka is high-spirited, walking on the street, he likes to walk on the street without concealment, the Shan family is a family of the lord of Shishan Town, he likes these townspeople to cast envious eyes on him, he enjoys the evaluation of others, whether good or bad, it is enough to show that his identity is extraordinary. He is in a very good mood today, and he walks very easily, from time to time he greets the neighbors who recognize him on the street, and he looks very popular, but the servant behind him is carrying a sedan chair, so he sees, the person in the sedan chair must be extremely noble, but it is the moon god undoubtedly, but the moon god at this time is completely lost like a sleepy person, reclining in the sedan chair, naturally I don't know where I am at this time, and there is no sense of dignity, only a little emptiness, that is, I am in prison.

And the town of Shuangling, thousands of miles away, is a different night scene.

After Shui Wushuang ate, since he had business to do, he didn't accompany Ao Xuanyun, but Bai Huan only invited Harier and Hongfeng to go shopping, but only Ao Xuanyun was left alone, Ao Xuanyun took a break in the restaurant for a while, but it was already Chenguang in the west, so he had to go down to the restaurant alone, and wandered aimlessly by the lake, while enjoying the lake and mountains, he was trying to figure out how to solve this case of stealing spirits.

But unconsciously walked to a viewing platform, here is the north of the whole lake, a clear stream bends and flows, and in front is a white practice, from the cliff in the middle of the mountain, hanging upside down on the edge of the cliff, the stream flows into the lake, the fish are competing for the stream, the platform is just built on the entrance of the water flow, the willow green flowers on both sides are red, but just to cover the upper edge of the platform, standing on the platform, you can watch the reflection of the glow, the mountains enter the lake, the sky is white snow, all drifting in the water, and the breeze blows is the lake waves, flashing with golden light, very good-looking.

Ao Xuanyun didn't think about it at this time, since there was such a place, he should appreciate it well, and his mood suddenly became much brighter. As soon as I walked on the platform, I saw a man in a light blue coarse cloth dress sitting leisurely in the corner of the stage, holding a canvas in his hand, facing the autumn scenery of the lake, the hanging wall in the middle of the mountain, and the white practice, painting the sunset on three sides, very devoted, even ignoring the people up and down, taking care of themselves, painting and writing, very freehand and natural.

Ao Xuanyun walked over gently, holding the wooden fence of the platform, looking down, only to see that the white cloth paper has been painted with beautiful scenery, a black charcoal pen is scribbling on the cloth, the sunset afterglow \ reflection in the lake, the entire lake scenery and mountains are all collected between this white paper, and the layers are clear, the wisps of artistic conception are extraordinary, but unfortunately in Ao Xuanyun's eyes, there is some less color, the whole canvas is very light, like a layer of light smoke, the glow of the red flower, and the touch of the sunset painted very low-key, slightly cool.

The rough-clothed young man grabbed the pen and pondered, but turned his head to look back at Ao Xuanyun, and saw that Ao Xuanyun was handsome, with black hair, a thin shirt in green clothes, and was holding on to the wooden fence to look at his canvas, but he smiled and said: "Childe also has such a good taste, it is rare to know my clumsy work, it is making people feel enlightened, can you help me a little!"

Ao Xuanyun saw that the person who painted was delicate and dignified, but he was also a handsome son, but this coarse cloth clothes were a little shabby, but listening to his tone, he had a good appreciation for himself, although he didn't know the meaning of this painting, but he was also very happy, and replied with a mouthful: "What's the use of the little brother, just say it, but I'm not good at this painting, I can only look at it!"

Ao Xuanyun is still self-aware, and he will not feel that he will have a feeling of ascending to heaven as soon as others praise him, because he has ascended to heaven, but he was quickly beaten down, and that kind of great pain makes him dare not be proud anymore.

The rough-clothed young man looked at Ao Xuanyun with a bright smile and said: "You see that there is only a scene on my painting column, and no one appreciates it, although this lake scenery is beautiful, it should be appreciated by knowledge, if this painting is less aura, why don't you ask my brother to go to the corner of the platform, and stand on the railing, as the person in the painting, I will be able to complete this painting in a while, and I can send it to my son!"

Ao Xuanyun looked at the corner of the canvas he pointed to, but it was the viewing platform here, but it was empty, as he said, although the scenery was good, but no one appreciated it, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it was difficult to reach the painting, Ao Xuanyun walked over leisurely, according to what he said, lightly holding the wooden railing, looking at the mountains from afar, the breeze blowing, the hairband fluttering, the clothes floated back, but it was "difficult to look at the end of the world, a face of autumn clouds in the water, safflower weak willow wind lightly, fish leaping waves and ten thousand scales light!"

The rough-clothed boy then waved his brush, on the blank platform, his hand was like a flying swallow, and he moved the pen freely, and in just a few strokes, he had painted a pretty boy with a jade tree in the wind on the canvas, and then integrated into the painting scene, which was really miraculous.

After the rough boy finished painting, he was very satisfied and whispered to Ao Xuanyun: "Childe, okay, thank you, Childe!"

Ao Xuanyun walked over quickly, standing beside the rough-clothed young man, and the rough-clothed young man got up and handed over the canvas, Ao Xuanyun took it with both hands, and looked towards the painting, just now it was just a far-reaching view, and now he has added a portrait of his own side, which shows the meaning of this painting, not in the painting, everything is in the eyes of the people in this painting, it is really like nature, the environment is in the heart, so that Ao Xuanyun is such a rough person to see, and he can't help but admire, just now he especially felt that there was less color, but now it seems that this color is all in this realm, don't look at it, you know。

"This is really given to me, such a masterpiece, if it is sold to those rich families, I am afraid it can be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but the son is very generous, but I am a little ashamed. ”

Ao Xuanyun looked at the slightly weak young man in front of him, his face was as white as starlight, his eyes were like peach blossoms, his hair was like a touch of night, but his mouth was like half a bean clip, pale red with a little pale.

The rough-clothed young man and Ao Xuanyun stood side by side, but they were half a head shorter than Ao Xuanyun, like a pair of brothers.

The rough-clothed young man said shallowly: "Although the painting has been completed, the realm remains in the heart, and if you give it to the child, what is the defense, if you can't recognize the artistic conception in the painting, there is this painting but it stains the painting, is the son unwilling to accept it?"

Ao Xuanyun smiled and said, "Of course I am willing to accept it, but I don't know the name of the son, but it is a little abrupt, my name is Ao Xuanyun, but I don't know if the son is willing to make friends with me!"

The rough-clothed young man approached Ao Xuanyun and used a pen to lightly write the four characters "Autumn Rhyme in the Mountains" in the corner of the painting.

Ao Xuanyun looked at it and said happily: "Good name, good painting, worthy of the name of the painting, the name is like the painting." ”

Ao Xuanyun not only praised his paintings for being good, but the name is also like a painting, and it is as picturesque as the artistic conception.

"Why did Childe come here, I have been here for a few days, but it seems that it is the first time I have seen Childe, and there is autumn sorrow in my eyes, is there anything unhappy!"

Ao Xuanyun listened to the mountain autumn rhyme asked, he was stunned, he came here alone, but was left by Shui Wushuang, and Harier and Hongfeng went to swim with Bai Huan, naturally a little lonely, and just now I saw the unsolved case of the thief spirit, and my heart was heartbroken for those victimized girls, I was thinking about how to hold this person who stole incense and jade, I didn't want to have a sad face on my face, but I was seen by this son, so this mountain autumn rhyme can be regarded as a deep understanding of his own mind, and it is rare to have a confidant.

Ao Xuanyun put away the painting, looked at the distance again and said: "People are not sorrowful, there is no autumn, there are stars in the sky, and the small building is lit by stars. ”

"Ao Gongzi, with this Shuangling Town victim girl in my heart, pity and cruelty, the younger brother admires it very much, but here he sighs, it is impossible to catch the jade thief, if I take you to this Shuangling Town for a walk, with your ability, I am afraid that there will be some gains. ”

As soon as Ao Xuanyun heard that it was right for him, he took the hand of Qiu Yun on the mountain and walked towards the platform, saying as he walked: "Yes, yes, according to your familiarity, I can be my tour guide, and according to your talent, I will definitely be able to identify the identity of the thief!"

When Qiu Yun was caught by him like this, he was stunned at first, but he didn't expect this Ao Xuanyun to be so casual, only to know that his name was so affectionate, which surprised him, but he had no choice but to walk off the platform with him.

Ao Xuanyun got off the platform but said: "It's better for you to take me away, but I don't know where to go, you should be a local person, naturally there are some clues!"

Qiu Yun in the mountains reluctantly pulled out his hand from Ao Xuanyun's hand, and said: "I am not from this town, but I have traveled here, some have heard that this Shuangling town is small, and there is no need to be in a hurry, when I saw you look at my painting just now, it is obvious that this painting is elegant and less colorful, if I take you to buy some watercolor rouge and the like, if you have free time, and then make an oil paint painting, there will be no cool feeling just now, and at the same time, you can also listen to some townspeople on the way, since it is also your need to investigate the case!"

Ao Xuanyun listened, he felt reasonable, he was also in a hurry, if he could easily solve the case with a check, looking at the smart appearance of Shui Wushuang, I was afraid that it would not be his turn to take care of this idle matter, the seven days he set, but he just came out casually, but there was no evidence, the seven-day period is indeed not long, it is not short, if you don't investigate carefully, you have no clue, if you follow what he sees, listen to the village dialect of the people of Shuangling Town this night, maybe there will be a discovery, and I don't know.

Ao Xuanyun held the album in one hand, stretched out the other, and made an invitation, and the autumn rhyme in the mountain walked along the bluestone slab and walked towards the town.

Ao Xuanyun just held the hand of the water autumn rhyme, but felt a little cold, when he has been painting on this platform, the autumn wind is blowing, and the hand feels cold, but he feels that his hand is as slender as his body, but it is ten fingers slender, it is the painting and tuning expertise, so Ao Xuanyun is no longer abrupt and then pulls the hand of the water autumn rhyme, after all, the two men meet for the first time, and the hand in hand will make people look suspicious, if it is Ao Bing's presence, the two will not feel embarrassed even if they hook their waists and backs.

The night has shrouded the entire Shuangling Town, the stars in the sky are twinkling, and this Shuangling Town is also lit with sparks, reflecting with it, like an ink painting, in a dark night, those little blank spaces, under the night are even more ethereal.

The two walked all the way, but did not speak, but quietly listened to the slow flow of the stream, the stream reflected the starlight in the sky, like a fluorescent cloth belt, extending upward, and the sound of the two stepping on the stone slab was like beating the sound of the stream flowing, playing a ballad, this figure overlapped, shuttling among the willow shadows on both sides, the duration was short, sometimes dewed and sometimes hidden, Ao Xuanyun followed behind, but also enjoyed it very much.

Some noise in front of it slowly replaced the quiet song, and the figures of the two men slowly stood side by side, like two pine trees, each other's strengths and weaknesses. Ao Xuanyun was walking side by side with the mountain autumn rhyme at this time, looking sideways at the rough-clothed mountain autumn rhyme beside him, there was actually the shadow of the moon god, he was similar to the moon god, but there was a sense of vicissitudes more than the moon god, but it was not as delicate and indifferent as the moon god.

Ao Xuanyun hadn't seen the moon god for a while, but he was able to walk with the son of the mountain from time to time, which reminded him of the moon god, the gentle light of the moon god, the faint temperature of the moon god, the tenderness of the near and far distances, and the caress that touched the hair, which made Ao Xuanyun have to look at the son next to him more, and always wanted to find the familiar feeling of the moon god on his face, but unfortunately, slowly the lights were blowing, and the flow of people in front of him gradually increased, so that Ao Xuanyun no longer had this luxury.