The old man stood in front of everyone, smiling, his neatly manicured goatee trembling rhythmically with the twitching muscles of his face, and he was very proud of his problem, holding his hands on his chest and his feet slanted out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bi Yin looked at him with a villainous look and was not angry, and shouted: "Do you want to buy it or not, forget it if you don't buy it, don't disturb our business." ”

The old man spread his hands and smiled: "If you paint well, you will buy it, if you don't paint it well, hehe, of course I won't buy it." ”

Lu Yan argued: "We will change the painting according to your request, and if you don't want it, won't this painting be ruined?" ”

Biyin's eyes rolled and interjected: "If you want to change it, unless you promise to buy this painting." ”

The old man frowned and said, "Aren't you forcing you to buy and sell?" ”

Biyin was not to be outdone: "You are really a scoundrel. There was a quarrel between them.

Suddenly, a soft girl's voice came from behind the easel: "Biyin, don't be rude." ”

Everyone followed the sound and looked sideways, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl came from the back to the front, the girl was wearing a snow-white mopping long skirt, wearing a high-topped and wide-brimmed white gauze hat, her steps were light and steady, the white gauze was fluttering, the bead curtain was trembling, and the corners of the skirt were staggering, as if coming from the clouds, with a cold and snowy charm. The girl's face loomed in the white veil, adding a little dreamlike nobility and mystery to her.

When Biyin saw Chu Yunxi appear, she fell silent and retreated to the side. Everyone was stunned, and their faces were shocked.

She walked calmly in the puzzled eyes of everyone, walked straight to the old man, bent her knees slightly, folded her hands and saluted respectfully: "The old man is polite." The old man stared at her suspiciously, and then raised his arm lightly to signal that she did not need to be polite.

She got up and stood still, and said in a calm and unhurried tone: "I apologize to you on behalf of a few girls, not to say that you are our guest, just to say that you are an elder, and you should not be so rude as a junior, the old man fell in love with the little girl's paintings, that is the honor of the little girl, you have a request, the little girl dare not disobey." ”

The old man was taken aback when he heard this, and his speech was a little inflexible: "You say, you mean that this painting is from your handwriting." ”

"Yes." Chu Yunxi's words were firm and unquestionable.

The old man smiled and shook his head, with one hand behind his back, one hand lightly stroked his goatee and said: "These days, even a little girl loves to talk big, you say that this painting is painted by you, I don't believe it, look at the strength of this painting, the coordination of the color with the brush, the artistic conception and charm of the whole picture, the author of this painting said that he also has a decade or two of skills, is it difficult for you to start painting in the womb." The old man's words were reasonable, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

Chu Yunxi was not ashamed in the face of everyone's ridicule, and smiled indifferently: "Don't dare, don't dare, it's just that the little girl has a good master." ”

The old man self-righteously decided that she was talking a lot, and wanted her to be embarrassed in front of everyone, so he didn't argue with her, and pointed to the painting: "Don't think that you are a little girl, I will let you, I must have known what I asked you just now, let's start, as long as you draw well, I will buy this painting." ”

She nodded, stood sideways in front of the painting case and skillfully adjusted the painting shaft, lifted the brush, shook the brush lightly, and only two strokes divided a path in the bamboo forest in the painting, the path was winding, intermittently hidden in the green bamboo forest, and then it was time to add a brush to the main road.

The old man saw that Chu Yunxi simply showed his hand, and knew that what this woman said was true, if she was really good at painting, she was surprised in her heart and pretended to be silent on the surface. He couldn't wait to see what she was going to do next. thought that she would do it in one go, but who would have thought that Chu Yunxi's eyes wandered, looking at the pedestrians on the street, looking left and right. She searched for inspiration in the crowd, searched and searched, and her critical and keen eye finally found a home, fixed on one person.

Across the street, a girl in red was wandering aimlessly. She was dressed in a red dress and a red dress, and the red dress was shining with gold, which was embroidered with gold thread and decorated with floral patterns, which was particularly brilliant and dazzling. She wore a crown of golden flowers, a pair of peach-colored earrings hanging from her ears, a soft whip of gold silk wrapped around her waist, and a string of small bottles of various colors hanging from her belt. Red with gold, it is not tacky to wear on her, but it is more and more lined with her bright eyes and teeth, and her shoulders and waist are thin. She does not use a veil to hide her confidence and arrogance, nor is she as restrained and twisted as Miss Boudoir. She walked vigorously, her gestures were clean and neat, and she was really heroic and radiant. In the simple and bleak crowd, it shines like a pearl, attracting many people to look back at each other.

At this moment, the girl in red did not know that there was a girl of her age who was watching her every move. She wandered around on the other side of the street, dazed, languid and slightly tired, and she didn't know what to do or where to go, but she simply relied on her two legs to pass the time and pass the time with the constant repetition of movements.

The old man had been watching Chu Yunxi hanging in the air for a while, thinking that she had exhausted her talents, and she was stumped by herself, and became proud. Several onlookers spoke up and accused him of embarrassing a little girl at an age. The old man snorted lightly, how could he not know that this lonely and helpless girl selling paintings had inspired the young people's heroic desire to save beauty, he looked sideways and ignored it.

Chu Yunxi completed the idea in his heart, and quickly put down the pen, and the tip of the pen wandered on the paper, sometimes like an idler walking leisurely, sometimes like a dancer singing and dancing, sometimes like a lady's broken steps, and sometimes like a teenager striding a meteor. Watching her swing is like watching a hearty performance, which not only gives the audience a sense of visual beauty, but also brings people an infinite reverie and long thoughts.

Everyone was immersed in the wonderful artistic conception constructed by Chu Yunxi: the verdant and deep quiet bamboo forest, a mountain path extending into the unknown depths, and a beautiful girl in a bright red shirt looked back while walking with a dazed mind. The hazy smoke shrouded in the forest, the illusory and mysterious scenery, hooked people's romantic fantasies, this seemingly quiet and beautiful picture hides countless mysteries and mysteries, no plot, no process, no ending, although the picture is static, but it brings people to feel and imagine is fluid, vivid, as if close in front of you but far away.

Voices of praise began to emerge from the crowd. There was a lot of discussion, each with its own thoughts, and different opinions.

Chu Yunxi put away his pen and stood silently, his thoughts fluctuating in his heart, and he suddenly didn't hear the beautiful words around him.

The movement on this side of the street alarmed the pedestrians passing by the street, and the pedestrians stopped to watch, and the girl in red who was picking fruit at the stall on the other side of the street was attracted by this strange scene, and also turned back and opened her head to watch: a group of people were surrounded in front of a simple and simple painting stall, people talked loudly, excited, and from time to time there was applause. There seemed to be a huge magnet in the center of the crowd, and the powerful magnetic field attracted her curiosity deeply.

The girl in red wandered outside the crowd a few times but couldn't squeeze in, and could only vaguely see from the gap in the crowd that an old man in the middle of the stall was holding a picture scroll and talking about something with the people around him, and the old man was a girl in a white dress and white skirt, wearing a white gauze hat on her head, and she couldn't see what she looked like, but she only felt that the girl in white was wearing a moon in her skirt, like a quiet and independent plum blossom in the white smoke and empty valley, and like a fresh green bamboo in the drizzle.

She observed outside the crowd for a while, but the painting stall was tightly surrounded and she couldn't get in. She had an idea, turned her body at will, jumped upward, tapped her toes on the shoulders of everyone, and took away the painting in his hand when she jumped over the old man's head, the old man felt that the red light in front of him was a flower, and the picture scroll in his hand was gone, and when he looked at it again, a girl in red had her back to him, standing firmly on the painting stall, holding both ends of the scroll with both hands and watching it carefully. The skirt of the girl in red fluttered in the wind, shining like a flame.

Chu Yunxi was overwhelmed by this sudden scene, she hadn't come out of the picture she had created, and stood aside in despair. Seeing this, Bi Yin hurriedly ran over and pulled Lu Yan to whisper, and Qing Ying's bright eyes lingered tightly around the girl in red, looking her up and down clearly.

The girl in red ignored everyone's whispered discussions, and looked at the painting wholeheartedly. Those who have seen the painting realize that the girl is the person who painted it.

When she first looked at this painting, she also felt that the painting style was elegant and smart, and it was very charming, but when she looked at it carefully, she realized that the girl in red in this painting was not herself? She was surprised and surprised in her heart, and then turned over and jumped off the painting stall, just in front of Chu Yunxi.

The girl in red didn't know who made this painting at the time, so she took the painting and shouted, "Who painted this painting?" ”

Hearing this, Chu Yunxi hurriedly walked up, bowed down and apologized: "This painting is a clumsy work by a little girl. It's all to blame for the little girl's thoughtfulness, and she shouldn't have painted the girl on the painting, offending the girl's dignity. If the girl doesn't like it, I'll tear it up now. After speaking, she turned to the old man and said, "Old man, please forgive the little girl for not being able to sell this painting to you." ”

She wasn't angry, but smiled heartily and said, "Why did you tear up the good painting?" And the painting is quite beautiful. ”

Chu Yunxi smiled shyly, and the stingy white yarn occasionally released a glimmer of light, like a clear spring water overflowing the body of the girl in red. She leaned over to the girl in red and whispered, "I just think this scene matches your dress, your eyebrows and eyes." ”

The girl in red suddenly smiled, her eyes shining like the bright moon, instantly dispelling the inexplicable uneasiness and restlessness in her heart.

The old man interrupted the conversation between the two impatiently, and said disdainfully: "It's just right that it doesn't sell, I still think it's difficult for this painting to enter the house." He went on to say a few nasty words and criticized the painting in a mess.

Chu Yunxi knew that this person was just making trouble, so he didn't talk back, and let him go. Lu Yan helped Bi Yin quarrel with him, and Qing Ying quietly advised her not to be angry.

The girl in red also felt that this old man was too deceitful, so she immediately took action and said chivalrously: "Old man, since you are so talented, why don't you show your hands on the spot, and also teach the younger generation." If you only talk on paper and don't practice, then you might as well be this girl. Whoever says this painting is not good, I look at it is good, since it is me, this painting is mine, if you don't buy it, I will buy it. As she spoke, she took out a large ingot of gold from her bosom, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The old man swept her up and down in astonishment, and understood that although this woman was small, she was generous and extraordinary, and she was afraid that it would be an official lady, so she was silent and left disgraced. The teenagers began to heckle as if they had won, and the giggling crowd gradually dispersed.

The old man's commotion successfully attracted the attention of passers-by, and in a short time it became a business.

The girl in red rolled the scroll and inserted it into her waist. Chu Yunxi took her hand and thanked her again: "Thank you girl for your help." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The girl in red smiled, but as soon as she touched her slightly cool fingers, she knew that she had a cold disease, and her hands unconsciously touched her veins.

Before she had time for a detailed examination, a question suddenly sounded behind her: "Little girl, who are you?" ”

Chu Yunxi turned around in shock, only to see that the person behind him was dressed in tatters, in the early spring, it was warm and cold, he was only wearing a pair of bare-footed straw sandals and a big fan.

The girl in red who had been waiting for him for a long time shouted happily, and then thought that he had been late for a long time, and immediately shouted angrily: "Master, your old man is really difficult to serve, and deliberately learn from Master Zhang Liang to make it difficult for his apprentice." ”

"Poor mouth." He patted the head of the girl in red with a pu fan, and said with a smile: "I haven't called you Chengmen Lixue yet, but it's hard for you to be a little late?" ”

Unconvinced, the girl immediately began to count his "crimes", he smiled happily and slapped her head with a fan, then patted his stomach, his eyes never left Chu Yunxi, and asked repeatedly: "Little girl, do you know Bai Yu?" ”

With his dress, she guessed that he was most likely Ji Zheng, so she replied respectfully and honestly: "Mr. Hui, Bai Biao is the little female uncle." ”

He held his stomach and smiled at the girl in red: "Yueyuan girl, someone has led the way now, this is the bearded little niece who came to Qinglu last time to make noise." ”

Ji Zheng took out a handwritten letter from Bai Biao from his arms, and sure enough, verified his identity.

Lin Yueyuan clapped his hands and said in surprise: "Oh, I know, you are Chu Yunxi." Last time, that bearded Uncle Bai came to visit the master in Qinglu, and he invited him to come to see you and your mother. I searched around here for days, but I couldn't find the valley he was talking about. It's good now, Uncle Bai is an interesting person, he has been to many places, have you been there? ”

Chu Yunxi shook his head and chuckled: "I rarely go out, and I only pass by a few places with excellent scenery on the way to Shu. ”

"That's better than me." Lin Yueyuan said enviously: "I have never even gone out to Shunan, I must travel all over the famous mountains and rivers like him in my life, and enjoy the beautiful scenery everywhere." ”

Seeing that they were just chatting, Lu Yan specially reminded: "Miss, there are guests arriving today, let's close the stall early and invite the guests to sit at home." ”