Chinese Not to mention, this pastry is really good to eat, so I put it on with them.

And this pastry, the most popular is Tuan Tuan.

He grabbed the pastry and slowly ate it in his mouth, his little mouth bulging, just like the little squirrel when he was eating, and he looked very cute.

In the fields, the men and women are busy with their work, and there are big drops of sweat rolling down their faces because of labor, and they can feel the hardship when they bend down, but their faces do not have the slightest pain, but with a smile, they talk and laugh with the villagers next to them from time to time.

The content of their words is actually not substantial, and what they say is often some trivial things, such as whose dog barked loudly yesterday, and the chicken seems to have been crowing for a longer time, which is really robust, and so on, in the ears of others, are very useless words.

However, it is through such a brief chat that they shorten the distance between each other, and in the midst of their work, this kind of conversation also makes their work more interesting.

Yun Tan didn't hold back, stood up and walked over with his hands behind his back, wanting to see Ning Congxuan's painting.

Yun Huai was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists again, and walked over to look, but even if Yun Huai's impression of Ning Congxuan was not too good now, he had to admit that Ning Congxuan's painting was very good.

Yun Cang and Bingyan also followed, and Ning Yue saw Ning Congxuan's painting, and the smile on her face became a little stronger.

Although everyone didn't speak, looking at Ning Congxuan's paintings, it was hard to hide their amazement in their eyes.

The painting is spread out with a piece of wheat straw, and the villagers who are working are vividly falling on the painting, as if they are alive, and the beads of sweat on their faces seem to be shiny, which looks really expressive.

When a farmer laughs and jokes, the gestures of his hands, with a thick funny look in his eyes, are like living people who have come out of the painting, Ning Congxuan's painting skills can be seen from now on, and now Ning Congxuan's painting has not been finished, but the painting can become a painting from a few specific details of him, plus some added details, everyone can imagine that when it is really painted, it will be an amazing painting.

Bingyan looked at it, and the smile on his face was very sincere.

Ning Congxuan has always been very talented, this is not something that he has always used to cover up with indifferent care, and Ning Congxuan doesn't show off these things very much, with his talents, if he really wants to take it out, he may not let Ning Cong'an's reputation in the capital city overshadow others.

In Tiannanguo, Ning Congxuan deliberately suppressed his talent, but when he came here, he didn't have so much fear, he could splash ink freely, not only did he paint, it was a thing to enjoy, and others looked at his paintings, and they were also enjoying a visual event.

Ning Congxuan tirelessly looked up at the villagers from time to time, and there was no reaction to the people around him.

Ning Yue was also thinking in her heart that her future attachment horse should be very happy with the Five Emperor Brothers, because they themselves are all people who can get carried away when they draw it, and they will definitely be very topical.

Ning Yue knew that his Fifth Emperor Brother was not a useless person, but he had no intention of fighting with other princes, but Ning Yue did not have such a deep understanding today, and she still underestimated the Fifth Emperor Brother before, according to her, there are several virtuous and respected ministers in Tiannan Country, all of whom are people who cherish talents, and if this hand is exposed, the impression of Ning Congxuan, the Fifth Emperor Brother, will not be greatly improved.

The Five Emperor Brothers may have some hidden talents that have not yet been revealed.

Ning Congxuan's painting was an hour and a half, and when he finally put pen to paper, the villagers were already almost done and were about to leave.

And Ning Congxuan has almost always been in a posture, now that the painting is finished, the body feels the stiff embarrassment, Yun Cang and Bingyan, they didn't feel it at first, and thought that Ning Congxuan wanted to maintain such a posture, and then take a good look at his paintings, and then waited for a while, and saw that Ning Congxuan hadn't reacted yet, so he felt wrong.

Yun Cang directly reached out and pressed Ning Congxuan's waist.

"Ahh

Ning Congxuan screamed directly, turned his head to look at Yun Cang with a little stiffness, and smiled bitterly: "Are you trying to hurt me, it hurts me to death." ”

Seeing this, Yun Cang even had a rare smile on his face: "Okay, I'll help you press it, it's been too long to maintain a posture, it's all frozen here, it's not good to press it, and it will be even more uncomfortable tomorrow." ”

Ning Congxuan nodded with affection, in fact, he usually painted, and he was not inattentive, and then he didn't want to pay attention to the things around him.

But today he has a special feeling, at the beginning when Yuncang and Bingyan were talking, he could still hear it vaguely, and then he really settled into the general painting, and he couldn't even care about what they said, and where would he have time to take care of his own body.

is so fascinated, this is the first time, Ning Congxuan also feels very helpless, he has entered that state, this is really not something he can control.

But if you do this a few more times, this waist will have to break.

Yun Cang accumulated internal strength in his hand, and pressed it on Ning Congxuan's body, Ning Congxuan suddenly screamed in pain, and Ning Yue quipped: "Fifth Emperor Brother, don't call it, otherwise people will hear it, and you think there is something going on here." ”

Ning Congxuan was speechless, but he also shut up and stopped talking, even if his waist was tapped a few times by Yun Cang, it was really sour and made him want to cry, but now he could only endure it, his screams of pain sounded really misunderstood.

Yun Cang just clicked a few ** places, allowing Ning Congxuan to move faster in his body, and it was also convenient to reduce this feeling of tiredness more quickly.

Ning Congxuan gradually felt that his waist was not so sore and stiff, and he felt much better, and he didn't have to bite and dare not open his mouth to scream out in pain.

Yun Cang actually didn't click for long, after Ning Congxuan recovered, everyone gathered around the table, and people seriously admired Ning Congxuan's paintings.

On the painting, the villagers worked hard, but they were full of vitality, and they jumped on the paper, and there were birds flying in the air, frogs jumping on the ground on one side, and some insects.

There is a very simple feeling in the painting, there is no slightest exquisiteness and touching in the painting, but every place is very harmonious and vivid, looking at the smiles on the faces of the villagers, the kind of everything that has passed, as long as the brave face is simple, but it is the people present, it was difficult to touch.

The experience in this, that is, Ding Shuang may be less, but even when she was in Tianchengguo, she had a family to protect and love, and she couldn't make such purity, in the environment they lived in before, there were always all kinds of deceptions, she was protected, and she still had to understand the things she should understand.

In that situation, I don't know, you also have to understand, how can you still do the heart like water, the original intention in the heart.

Now, they can understand why Ning Congxuan wanted to draw it immediately after seeing such a scene, and he would be so intoxicated by it, I am afraid that the people present are very scarce.

They may not be able to have it in their lifetime, which is even more precious, if they don't paint this, as time goes by, they may soon forget today, which may also be a pity, want to keep it.

Everyone was a little complicated in their hearts, and of course, they did not falsely praise Ning Congxuan's paintings.

Ning Congxuan was not embarrassed about this, and accepted everyone's praise very calmly, because as a painter, he was also very satisfied with today's painting, and he also left some of his previous paintings, but some of the bad paintings or meaningless ones were also destroyed by him.

And as he traveled more and more and painted more and more, many times he couldn't hold a pen, and sometimes he painted too much, but he lost some of the fun, especially after returning to Tiannan, it became even more difficult for him to start writing.

He knows that it is because of the change in his state of mind, so that he can not draw with a pen, all kinds of changes in his mentality, his heart is not quiet, how can he be calm down to paint, the complexity of his heart, sometimes he paints, he will not be able to paint, a painting can not be formed at all.

After coming to the Heavenly Spinning Country, he had inspiration from time to time, he had already painted two paintings before, and those two paintings ......

And now this painting was painted when he was most relaxed, he looked around with satisfaction, and couldn't help but smile and bend his eyes, his eyes seemed to look down at the painting, turned his head to talk to Yun Cang about the ice smoke, and looked at the other people.

These people looked at his paintings, but also showed a happy smile, at the moment his heart is really happy, and this painting, will become his treasure, in fact, this painting is not completely finished, the blank space at the bottom, he still has some unpainted.

Here, however, it is not suitable for him to draw it in its entirety.

Ning Congxuan thought of this, looked at Yun Cang and said: "This painting, everyone looks good, I am very happy in my heart, it is better for King Cang to put a pen on it and make this painting more perfect." ”

Ning Congxuan not only left a blank space underneath, but also left a blank space on the right side, which was just enough for a poem.

Under normal circumstances, after Ning Congxuan finishes painting, sometimes the right side will be left blank, so that when he remembers, he will mention the poem himself, mention the word and seal it.

Yun Cang picked up slightly: "Do you really want me to write?" ”

Ning Congxuan smiled: "Otherwise? I bring it up, can it still be fake? If you have a poem in mind, you might as well write it to make this picture more perfect. ”

Yun Cang did not refuse, walked to the table, picked up the pen, thought about it, picked up the pen and began to write...... (. Just love the net) cat flutter Chinese