When Zhuo Yijia came out of the green tea house, it was already night, and it was dark. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking of Bei Liang's words, Zhuo Yijia felt inexplicably stable.

She was lucky, and when she went out for the first time, she happened to encounter a ghost garden and came to Jinping City to sing. Does it seem like God is helping her?

When I returned to the lakeside with Hongshan, it was a good time to light the lake lanterns. Many people flock to the lake to light lanterns.

Zhuo Yijia took Hongshan and walked back to the place where she left, and Zhuo Yiyu and the others were not there, so they went to visit the lantern festival with peace of mind.

"Miss, let's go buy a lake lantern. Hongshan looked at the dazzling array of lake lights and said to Zhuo Yijia. She hadn't forgotten that the young lady came out by buying the lake lantern before. Besides, he has a little selfishness. She is also a woman, since she entered Zhuo's Mansion, not to mention putting lake lanterns, just watching, I haven't seen it for many years.

Zhuo Yijia glanced back at Hongshan, and then turned to the place where the lamp was sold.

"Take your pick. Zhuo Yijia turned back to Hongshan and said.

"Miss will pick one with me. Hongshan smiled, blinking at the various lanterns on the side.

Zhuo Yijia shook her head and stood quietly to the side watching Hongshan choose.

"This rabbit light is good. ”

"Miss, that lotus lantern is not bad. ”

"Wow, that marquee looks pretty tight. ”

“……”

Zhuo Yijia swept over the lamp that Hongshan had chosen. Look at the bright candlelight in the lake.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yijia paused, his eyes were attracted by a lantern not far away, and he couldn't help but walk over.

Hongshan, who was behind her, noticed her young lady's voice and followed.

The land is on the high side, maybe the style of the lamp is not popular now, and there are a few people scattered, not noisy and lively.

Zhuo Yijia walked over and quietly looked at the lantern. In a piece of red, yellow and pink lanterns, it looks particularly elegant and quiet.

The painting on the lamp paper is a painting of a tree, and the painting method is not as ordinary as the ordinary lantern, and it is indeed skillful and natural. The depictions of the leaves are also lifelike. The green branches and leaves reflect the green candlelight. In the swaying of the candle flames, the leaves also swayed, there is no cumbersome structure, no gorgeous depiction.

"Boss, how much does your lamp cost?" Zhuo Yijia looked at the lamp quietly and did not turn his head.

Standing behind the lamp was a young man, tied his hair, holding a paintbrush in one hand, fiddling with the lamp in his hand with the other, stopped the movement in his hand when Zhuo Yijia walked over, and looked curiously at the eight or nine-year-old daughter in front of him. The black eyes are full of intelligence.

"Little girl, this is not a coincidence. We have a stall full of lanterns for sale, all ten dollars a piece, just look at this one, you can't sell it!" the young man smiled, his eyes narrowed into a small round of the moon.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yijia turned his head to look at the lamp and looked at the young man, "Why?"

"This is my family background~ What the young master said. Except for the lamp are sold. The boy's dark eyes rolled.

Although this lantern is not dazzling, the pattern on it was painted by his master. The structure of the lamp is not complicated, and it does make some small mechanisms. He didn't know what it was, but he was sure to be extraordinary.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the young man, his eyes swept over the other lamps placed on the stall, "Your young master only said that everything except that lamp is sold, but he didn't say that the lamp is not sold, isn't it?"

When the young man heard this, he blinked his eyes, did his young master mean this? Why didn't he think about it just now? Isn't it?

The young man was surrounded by Zhuo Yijia in front of him.

"If your young master doesn't sell it, just tell you directly. Take a step back, what are the things that are not sold on this stall?" Zhuo Yijia casually picked up a lantern and looked at it.

Hongshan behind her was a little helpless, Miss Fang Cai didn't want the lantern yet.

The boy seemed to have this reasoning when he heard it. What does the owner let him put on the stall if he doesn't sell it?

"If you sell, you have to sell, probably not for money, but for something chic. Zhuo Yijia put down the lamp in his hand. She just looked at these pasted papers, which turned out to be cicada silk paper that Jiang Jin paid tribute to.

This paper is thin and tough. The light emitted by the paste on the lamp is different from the dim yellow and foggy of ordinary paper, and it will not be damaged when placed in water. This paper is generally allocated to Liaobei and Huaichuan, half of which is used for long-distance military writing and reporting, and half is used to reward the families of officials above the third grade or stay in the palace concubines for painting and writing.

In her previous life, she used this paper to paint.

The provenance of these lanterns is probably extraordinary.

"Then what do you want if you don't want money?" the young man looked at Zhuo Yijia. Don't talk about the master, this lantern sells for ten yuan, and even he can't look down on himself. So what does the master want?

Zhuo Yijia raised his eyes to look at the innocent young man, "Do you have a white light here?"

The young man nodded, "But what do you want a white light for?"

"I took one of your master's lamps, shouldn't I give him one back?"

"Is it feasible to take one and return one?" the boy hesitated.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the young man quietly and gently spit out two words, "Feasible." ”

For some reason, the young man believed Zhuo Zhuoyi like a demon, and bent down and took out a few square round flat lamps under the stall, "No, here, there are all white lights." You can't see it, no, there are other styles. ”

"Give me the pen to paint. Zhuo Yijia jumped a fan-shaped white light.

"Here. The boy handed his pen. He sells while painting, and painting tools are naturally indispensable. Except for the lamp that was painted by the master, most of the others were painted by themselves!

After taking the pen, Zhuo Yijia walked to the high ground behind the stall and sat down, where there were few people, and it was easy to get absorbed when painting. Draw with a pen.

Hongshan stood behind Zhuo Yijia, and the young man stood behind the stall and walked over from time to time to look at Zhuo Yijia's paintings, with a sparkle in his eyes.

About half a pillar of incense passed, Zhuo Yijia put down the pen, looked at the painting, and straightened his sideburns.

"Here's to you. Zhuo Yijia stood up and handed over the painted lantern.

The young man took the lamp, and his eyes lit up, "Your painting is better than my master!"

The young man stood on tiptoe and took off the lantern, and looked at Zhuo Yijia with a smile, "No, this is for you." ”

Zhuo Yijia took the lamp, nodded at the young man, and asked Hongshan to choose a lamp, and left with Hongshan.

"Miss, why do you need this lamp?" Hongshan finally couldn't help it, and followed Zhuo Yijia with a puzzled expression. Is it because the young lady has a 葭 in her name?

"I just like it when I look at it. Zhuo Yijia replied quietly.

Every year on New Year's Eve, her father will accompany her to make river lanterns, and her father is responsible for making lamps and she is responsible for painting inscriptions. After doing a good job, the father took her to the Linqing River in the palace to put the river lanterns.

But one year they made two.

One is a pupa lamp, when it was time to put it, I saw the green pampering on the bank of the Linqing River, and pulled my father back to accompany her to make a beauty lamp. Her father asked her why she wanted to do two.

She turned her head to look at her father and smiled, her shining eyes were like two night pearls, revealing a row of rhino teeth,

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost;

Father, do you think I don't look like a beauty in Pujia?"