Many open-air tea plantations have been opened along the creek, and there are many tea drinkers.

While sipping tea, while enjoying the coolness, while watching the stream flow quietly, there is a poetic and picturesque feeling.

There were also some students of the Academy of Fine Arts by the stream, either in groups of three or five, or alone, under the willow tree, and found a place by the small bridge to set up a sketchpad to sketch.

Nie Feng walked on the tree-lined path, looked at the cornices of the opposite building, looked at the small bridge and flowing water, and occasionally pretended to admire the students' paintings, but he was also leisurely.

In the morning, when he saw the willow branch in the Li family's compound, Nie Feng had the heart to come to the stream.

He didn't want to find any clues in this vast sea of people with just this small piece of willow branches, but it wouldn't be bad to take a walk and take a look.

The students painted all the same oil paintings, with heavy ink and a realistic style.

After walking around, I haven't found any students who have drawn a few strokes of Chinese-style ink, Nie Feng doesn't understand art, but he still consciously likes the lofty artistic conception of the wind and clouds.

Under a yellow locust tree, it is pulled up with a rope and hung with students' artwork.

There were several people watching nearby, one of them a middle-aged man and an old man were seriously appreciating and commenting.

"You can see that this painting is doing well, but if you don't grasp some details correctly, it's a little bit worse.

You see the characters in the painting, the posture is elegant, and the author also keenly captures this beautiful moment.

However, in the expression, the decoration of the wrist part is too mixed, there are too many colors, and the coloring is too heavy, while the overall color of the painting is pure and indifferent.

Therefore, these few strokes of color destroy the original tone and atmosphere of the painting. ”

Nie Feng looked over and stopped in front of a painting that the two men were pointing at.

This is a portrait of the ancient town in the early morning, with small bridges, flowing water, and several houses.

Under the willow tree by the stream, a young girl is reaching out to pick the leaves on the tree, and her wrist is surrounded by colorful flowers.

This look, this posture, and this dress, who is not Wan Xian'er?

Nie Feng had a slight emotion fermenting in his heart, and his heartbeat rate increased from time to time.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, deliberately kept himself calm, and asked the art student next to him, "Well, this painting is good, did you draw it?"

"No, it was painted by my senior sister. ”

"Then she ......"

"She's still here, maybe she's back to the hotel. The student next to him said.

"This classmate, do you want to buy this painting?" The art student glanced at Nie Feng and found that he was the same age as himself, and his sense of intimacy increased a little.

Those who engage in art like to display their works and let the audience evaluate them, and if someone likes to pay for it, it is a reflection of their own value.

"Well, ahem, how much?" Nie Feng touched a few banknotes in his pocket and asked a little embarrassed.

"200 yuan. "The art student quoted a price, and to be honest, it wasn't expensive.

Nie Feng came out this time with 2,000 yuan, which is most of his belongings, and there are more than 1,700 yuan left after excluding the hotel fee and food expenses.

Qingxin pills have been used up, I originally planned to find an opportunity to buy some, I also inquired last time on the black market, a bottle of 50 pills in a blue bottle is about 5,000 yuan.

So the rest of the money is broken in half and spent, 200 yuan, enough for a few days' food.

Nie Feng just wanted to refuse, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he gritted his teeth, and changed his mind again.

After the student took the change, there was no disdain or disdain on his face.

These paintings have been hanging here for a day, and there are many of them, but today it is the first one who really pays out of pocket, and customers who can spend money to buy paintings should at least respect it, right?

I took down the painting at the moment, wrapped it carefully, and handed it to Nie Feng.

"I want to find the author to sign it, where can I find her?" Nie Feng asked.

......

After a while, Nie Feng found the Danqing Hotel according to the address that the student said.

This is a big hotel, three courtyards, located on the edge of the ancient town, with a stream right outside the door.

There are many gilded signs hanging at the door, what is the base of a certain art academy, a certain studio, etc., at first glance, it is a place dedicated to receiving art students.

Nie Feng entered the courtyard gate and asked a student.

"Oh, you're looking for Sister Li Le, she just went out, why don't you wait for her here for a while?" said the student, and enthusiastically brought over a bamboo chair for Nie Feng to sit down.

After waiting for about half an hour, a girl with big eyes, a round face, and two ponytails on her head jumped in, "I heard that you are looking for me, is there anything wrong?"

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and there was a hint of shyness on her face as she spoke.

Nie Feng unfolded the painting in his hand and said, "You are classmate Li Le, you painted this painting?"

It's so well drawn, I just bought it, well, I'd like to ask you to sign it!"

The girl pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly, two small dimples rising from the corners of her mouth.

"I have a few questions for you, you see, why the color of the sky is not blue, the leaves of this willow tree are actually pike-shaped, and ......"

Nie Feng spread out the picture scroll and pretended to ask a few professional questions, and the girl named Li Le was very patient to answer them one by one for this diligent and inquisitive classmate.

"A little suggestion, you see the girl in this painting, raising her hand to pick willow leaves, with an elegant posture.

You also have a keen eye for this beautiful moment.

However, when expressing, there are too many colors on the wrist and too heavy, while the overall color of the painting is pure and indifferent.

So these few strokes of color and the tone of the whole painting are a little ...... Ahem. Nie Feng was talking nonsense seriously.

"Oh, that's kind of interesting, but that girl really wore it in the morning, and besides, I think she's so beautiful......"

"This painting was painted this morning?" Nie Feng was like a big bad wolf, slowly luring the little rabbit to open the door.

"Uh-huh. “

"Have you seen this girl herself?"

"yes, right where the painting is. ”

Nie Feng paused, calming his restless mood a little.

It seems to be consistent with what she found in the morning, Wan Xian'er appeared in the town in the morning, and broke a wicker by the stream, and then disappeared into the Li family's compound.

It's just that after looking back and forth in the yard, she almost dug three feet into the ground, where is she?

Thinking of the faint mist in the room, the faint fragrance of flowers lingering in the air, the two of them disappeared as if the world had evaporated, could it be that they were hiding in a different dimension?

Nie Feng wrinkled his nose, amused by such an absurd and bizarre idea.

When she was about to leave the Danqing Hotel, the round-faced girl asked, "Classmate, you are very talented, haven't you considered training with us, and you will soon improve a lot." ”

Nie Feng shook his head.

The girl chased after her, for fear that this diligent and inquisitive artistic wonder would leave, "If you pay in a lump sum, the cost can be discounted by 20%. ”

Nie Feng smiled, put away the scroll and turned to leave.