In early spring and March, the cold winter is still warm, inside and outside the city look at a tender green color, the willow branches on the side of the road are also flushed with emerald green, in a house in the north city, on the black and withered peach tree, many pink buds suddenly emerge overnight, wait for a few wisps of spring breeze to blow, and the branches bloom three or two in the early wind.

One of the branches, mischievously, leaned into the open screen, and the branches were half-opened in two, as if to show their pretty demeanor to the people in the house, and gently fluttered with the wind blowing into the window.

A plain finger stroked the pink bud in front of him, and plucked the branch, so that the whole branch swayed, and then pointed to the peach branch, turned back to the six-year-old boy who was staring at the desk next to him, and said, "Since you like it, let's draw a picture." ”

Listening to the words, the pen in the six-year-old boy's hand rolled down on the desk, and his eyes really fell on the peach branch that was swaying around, and he was motionless, as if he could see the future bud of the branch, which was really a little silly, and the pen was stained with ink on the paper and did not know it.

Ruizhu next to her was afraid that she would stain the kang mat, so she wanted to step forward to take care of it, but Tan Wanqing shook her head at her.

It has been more than a month since the New Year, Fuyin goes to and from school with her every day, and is used to running to her hall to wait for school, his sense of storage is very low, every time he will run to a corner that others can't see, and he scribbles alone, but after a long time, he saw that many children were copying some interesting pictures, and his aunt also carefully taught them various painting techniques and brushwork, and in a month's time, he finally began to focus on Tan Wanqing, who was only immersed in his own world, but Tan Wanqing never taught him.

She could only look, but not correct right or wrong, but he began to look at his own hand when he saw that she had repeatedly corrected the posture of several girls holding pens in class.

Tan Wanqing saw that his posture of holding the pen has changed from clenching his fist to holding the pen with five fingers, but it is not in vain when she is in class, she repeatedly corrects the penmanship of other children, indeed, there is no definite way to hold the pen, but the correct way to hold the pen, it is also summarized by the ancients for thousands of years, although the five fingers are not as flexible and convenient as the three fingers, but it is also acceptable, compared to the fist grip can also avoid many detours when the initial practice of painting.

After all, Fu Yin is different from ordinary children, if he does not want to learn, he will say it many times in his ear, he will also close his ears, if he annoys him, he is afraid that it will backfire, only if he is willing to come out of the heart, take the initiative to learn*, will he really accept the information given by the outside world, and even communicate with others.

In the beginning, he must not be forced.

Therefore, Tan Wanqing has always been guided slowly to Fuyin, and even now, a large box of paper has been wasted, but he has not taught him even a basic penmanship, relying on his own understanding.

The most difficult part of painting is never the complicated painting skills and techniques.

What is three-sided and five-toned, the stone is divided into three sides, the tree is divided into four differences, and so on, it is just some verbal expressions and theories, relying on this thing to piece together a painting, but it is just thinking without understanding, and it has only the so-called painting skills without vitality and soul.

What is really difficult is to be able to look at things and paint, to be able to see the world and the world, to be inspired, and to trigger anytime and anywhere, just like the "epiphany" of Zen Buddhism, only in this way can the core of the core things be completed in the chest, and then born in the pen

The so-called one-qiē skills of those external branches are just filling flowers on the cake, which is the most primitive and quintessential thing of the soul, and it is also a natural talent, which is difficult to express, and often can only be understood but not spoken.

As for the distance, high and low, light and dark brushwork, everyone can learn, which is why there are so many people who have learned painting skills since ancient times, but they can eventually achieve mastery, but there are very few.

Fuyin's concentration is far beyond that of ordinary children, his eyes stared straight at the flower, swinging back and forth, waiting for it to stop, and then reaching out to dial it, and then continuing to look, in Ruizhu's eyes, this move is not stupid, no wonder the scholars in the academy secretly call him stupid Fu Silly Fu, looking at his stupid and stupid appearance, eh, it is really different from Master Xie.

Although Lord Xie is not from a good background, he is not only a burly man with slender arms, but also a □□ skill that makes him even more brave, unmatched in the army, that is, he is placed in the Yulin Army in the capital, and he can be called the best in the army, but unfortunately, his younger brother is so stupid, and he actually watched the peach blossom for half an hour......

Rui Zhu said in his heart, Miss is probably willing to teach for the sake of Lord Xie's face.

Shaking his head while thinking, he put down the teapot and went to the kitchen to get afternoon snacks.

Recently, Miss's taste has changed from sweet to salty, and she has eaten more meat, Ruizhu is very happy, and looking at Miss's appearance, she has plumped up again, and her complexion is much better-looking, and her thin and pointed chin is still the same goose egg face as before.

In the kitchen, the New Year is cleaning up, Ruizhu walked in, opened the big jar in the corner, which was dipped in pepper and salt with wine, added garlic sauce and cinnamon ginger to steam and scorch, and then poured a little honey and rolled on sesame seeds, dried venison jerky and mutton jerky made of concoction, not only Miss likes, Lord Xie also loves to eat, I really did a lot a few days ago, and now it has become a must-have snack and refreshment for Miss every day.

Thirteen-year-old New Year's Moon ran over to help, Ruizhu put the plate on the side, and asked her to take more, Miss has been eating more recently, ten pieces of eight pieces are not enough to eat, when the first month of the month to take meat, Ruizhu also looked at it, this time the fat is not only Miss alone, to talk about changes, no one has changed as much as the New Year, who would have thought that the little girl who led into the door at the beginning had withered yellow and yellow hair, and was as thin as a piece of paper. Coupled with the freshly made spring shirt, Tu Niu actually has the appearance of a small jasper, Ruizhu touched her cheeks with flesh again, and secretly said that she can't eat more, otherwise she will really become a green leaf next to the flower.

"Sister Ruizhu, do you need to take some more pineapple cakes?"

"That thing still has to be dipped in honey, it's very troublesome to eat, Miss is most afraid of trouble, don't take it."

After Ruizhu finished speaking, he put a few pickled, sweet and sour plums around the jerky to taste, which can be used to relieve greasyness. I picked up a few pieces of delicate hibiscus cake with red rose sugar, and then asked New Year's Moon to take a plate of Fuyin's favorite roll cake and fried fruit, and then went back to the East House.

When I went back, Fuyin finally stopped looking at the peach blossoms, and began to "Huohuo" paper and ink again, for Ruizhu, Fuyin's paintings are ghost paintings, and I don't know why Miss looked so carefully, she didn't look like the first month, every time she cleaned up the paper and ink, her distressed face twitched.

Fuyin's "waste" pen and ink is very fast, two knives of paper is not enough for him to "squander" a morning, a box of good ink with a lot of half a month to run out, now it is much better, not like the hands and faces of the clothes he used to make, but seeing the full ink pen in his hand, Rui Zhu is still frightened, for fear that he will throw it out like that, and a stroke of ink will be drenched everywhere, but fortunately, he is only interested in the ink on the paper, and he doesn't look at other places.

Rui Zhu put the dim sum on a small coffee table and brought it to Tan Wanqing, who was leaning on the pillow, half-sitting and half-lying looking at the few pieces of paper that Fuyin had "wasted" in his hand.

Ruizhu took the flower tea and put it on the table, "Miss, let's eat something." After speaking, he stretched out his head to look at the paper in the young lady's hand, and saw that it was messy, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue, what is it? The black and bald ones look like peach blossoms, and it's a shame that the young lady still looks at them so carefully, can she still see the peach blossoms?

Tan Wanqing was really a little hungry, wiped her hands clean, took a piece of spiced jerky and put it in her mouth, how could she not think that jerky was so delicious before, with greasy plum and flower tea, it has a different taste.

"Miss, do you want to call Fuyin ......" Looking at Xie Fuyin, who was bored with a serious "waste" of paper and ink on the case, Ruizhu said.

Tan Wanqing waved her hand, "Let's put it first, when he is hungry, he will naturally eat." After saying something, he said: "There is fresh meat in the kitchen, and if there is, I will make some stewed meat to eat at night, which is just right to replenish the body of Fuyin......

Rui Zhu looked at her young lady's skin as white as a film under the light, and it could be seen that her qi and blood were also quite good, which had nothing to do with her good appetite these days, and she was very happy in her heart. However, all of a sudden, I felt that something was wrong.

The young lady did not have such a good appetite before, but now not only has she lost the habit of being a vegetarian before, but her appetite is also surprisingly good, and the things she wants to eat are so different from before that she obviously feels strange.

However, after thinking about it, Lord Xie often eats here, because of his relationship, there are more meat on the table and dishes from ordinary people's homes, Miss may change the taste with the adult, don't you say anything close to Zhu Zhechi, she thinks so, and she also thinks that it is reasonable, Miss can get rid of the previous picky eating habit is better.

Such thoughts poured around in his mind, and he immediately said with a smile: "Yes, the half of the sheep sent by the adults before the last child has not been eaten yet, let's stew a cup of pearl mutton soup for Miss, there is still a sheep backbone left in the kitchen, I asked the first month to smash the bones, take out the juice, and then boil a small pot of lamb backbone porridge for Miss." Adults can say, let me boil more bone porridge for Miss on weekdays, which can benefit Yin and marrow, and is very good for Miss's body. ”

Tan Wanqing's mouth was already full of saliva, and she hurriedly interrupted her: "Okay, go for it, if you do it well, you and the New Year will be rewarded." "It's the March season of peach blossoms, it's early to take off cotton clothes, New Year's Moon and Ruizhu are both flower-like years, although the things in Tan Wanqing's house are not richer than before, but the cupboard is really full of some satin cloth, including some orange, yellow and pink fresh materials.

She also looked at Ruizhu every time she opened the cupboard, the first month of the year could not move her envious eyes, which teenage girl does not love pretty, not to mention that there are so many materials that she can't wear them at all, just share it with them to play, make spring shirts and summer clothes, tie silk embroidered silk handkerchiefs.

Ruizhu has long been rewarded for her pimp, but she is not as happy as Miss likes to eat what she makes, not to mention that she herself is a foodie, and she is naturally happy to eat, so she immediately sighed, and said happily: "Then I will make Daoluo powder fish head tofu soup for Miss again, and the fresh crucian carp bought from the market in the afternoon is the most tender in the tofu soup." After speaking, without waiting for Tan Wanqing to speak, he hurriedly got off the ground, turned around and walked out of the house.

Tan Wanqing shook her head, and reached out to take the jerky and put it in her mouth, I don't know if the class is too tired, I often feel that my stomach is empty, with Xie Chengzu's taste, after eating the jerky a few times, I feel that the taste is good, and it is very hungry, and now it has become the most common snack she eats in the school, and even makes several flavors.

She looked at the paper in her hand and tasted the butcher's shop, and before she knew it, the plate was empty.

When Rui Zhu stewed the kitchen meat and porridge, let Zheng Yue watch the fire, and was about to go into the house to clean up the table, Fu Yin finally finished "ruining", and was sitting by the small case, eating the potato strips and fried fruits left for him, and eating a circle of scum in his mouth.

And the young lady was sitting on the side of the desk, flipping through them one by one.

"Fuyin has drawn peach blossoms?" Ruizhu went over and wiped Fuyin's hands and face. Although the little second master of the Xie family doesn't speak, he actually has a temper, he doesn't care about people, he doesn't even give you a look, but it's annoying, Ruizhu has taken care of him for so many days, and he doesn't have a relative, but the young lady is rarely close to him, but his eyes are staring at this time.

Rui Zhu followed his gaze and looked at the paper in the young lady's hand, a finger thick, there are really a lot of "waste".

It's all black and pressed ink Dao, and I don't know what Miss is looking at?

In the end, I saw that the young lady chose one of them, and put the others down, and praised: "Well, Fuyin's painting is excellent!" Rui Zhu listened and glanced at it.

"This ...... Miss, what is this drawing? Why don't you have a peach blossom. She has followed Miss for many years, and has seen a lot of Miss paintings, and she has some vision, but she said very well to Miss, and she couldn't figure it out, in her opinion, this is the Tao of Zhang Heng and vertically, and a drop of ink accidentally dripped in the lower left corner, I'm afraid it doesn't even count as a sketch, it can only be regarded as a scribble......

Tan Wanqing naturally knew Ruizhu's thoughts, and smiled at Ruizhu: "Painting is like the flesh and bones of a human body, skin, boneless and formless. After speaking, she stroked her sleeve, spread the straw paper on the table, fixed it with a ballast stone in a corner, and then reached out and took the thinnest bamboo pen from the pen holder, dipped the tip of the pen in some ink, and began to point a few points in several places on the ink that had been dry for a long time. Finally, I took the paint box, took out the paint block from it, scraped off a little bit and mixed it with cinnabar, until it was the closest pink.

Tan Wanqing didn't change anything on the picture, she just used soft lines on it, on top of the dotted ink dots, outlined a few pink bud buds, not even many, only a few, the whole dull ink strip graffiti, it instantly came to life, the drop of ink was even changed to a seal, although Fuyin did not have any seals available, Tan Wanqing had to draw one casually.

And Ruizhu, who had been watching from the side, slowly opened his mouth, glared at the boss with his eyes, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Where did she think that a six-year-old child, just looking at a peach branch sticking out of the window, actually drew a dense branch outside the window, those unaesthetic lines that she thought were messy, now in the paper are scattered, thick and thin, horizontal and vertical.

Miss's few strokes of pink are just the right embellishment of the most important place, these dull lines are really like a night of spring breeze blowing, the whole painting comes alive, Ruizhu is finally familiar, if there is no window, this ...... Isn't this the peach tree outside the window?

Ruizhu looked at Fuyin, who had stopped eating snacks, and at some point, she was lying on the desk and looked at Miss's Fuyin with bright eyes, as if she had seen a ghost.