It can only be said that Xuan Zixu can't be as selfish as he thinks in his heart after all, love doesn't have to be tied to her side, let her be free, let her be happy, is true love.

"Ah Li, go back!"

After drawing the picture, Xuanzi took a step forward, looked at Qiu Moli and said seriously.

Qiu Moli nodded slightly, and then looked blankly at the lanterns that were bought by Xuanzixu, the red and purple lanterns, clustered together, there was indeed a strange beauty.

Hearing Qiu Moli say this, Xuanzixu was a little difficult, if he threw it here, it would be a pity, and if he brought it back to the villa, it would be a bit of a waste.

"Why don't we sell them?" Qiu Mo said tentatively, and then hesitated a little. "But will anyone want it?"

Some people who were very close to Qiu Moli seemed to hear Qiu Moli's words, so they echoed. "Why don't you put some words on each lantern or draw a picture, and we can buy it?"

"Yes, inscription, painting."

"Or, show us the picture you painted."

Qiu Moli thought about it, nodded, she glanced at Xuanzi, and the two of them picked up the painting on the table and held it up to everyone.

"This ...... This ......" There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, who seemed to not believe that a little girl could paint such a mature painting.

The night scene and characters are depicted very expressively, giving people an immersive feeling.

"Girl, is this painting for sale?"

Suddenly, a young man in a blue horse coat and a long robe walked in front of Qiu Moli, his eyes still looking at the painting obsessively, and he seemed to like it very much.

But no.

Qiu Moli smiled. "I'm sorry, this son, I'm going to give this painting away, I can't sell it."

The boy still didn't give up. "How about I pay 80,000 taels?"

After finishing speaking, there was a burst of gasping sound around him, 80,000 taels, even if he is a well-known painter, it is difficult to sell the paintings for 80,000 taels, let alone a little girl who is not famous.

Qiu Moli still shook his head. "I'm sorry, it's not about money, and there are a lot of problems that can't be solved with money, but I'm curious why you have to buy this painting, and it costs so much money."

The boy looked at Qiu Moli, then slowly walked in front of the painting, pointed to a pair of people with only backs in the painting, and said. "This is my wife, this is me." And behind them, there was Qiu Moli in red, and Xuan Zixu standing next to Qiu Moli.

After finishing speaking, a daughter in a pink shirt walked in, her eyebrows were like green feathers, her muscles were like snow, her waist was like a bundle, and her teeth were like shellfish.

Qiu Moli suddenly thought of a poem that Song Chumo once said.

Look at it from afar

It is as bright as the rising sun

Forced to observe

Burning green waves

That's probably the kind of woman I'm talking about!

"My surname is Zhuang, and this is my wife Liu Li."

The girl who was called Liu Li nodded slightly at Qiu Moli, and then looked at Qiu Moli's eyes and was slightly stunned, but soon returned to normal.

Zhuang Yingcheng smiled at Shang Liu Li, and stepped forward to hold Liu Li's hand.

Qiu Moli's paintings this time were screened, and the people she painted were also, with just one glance, they took people into their minds.

It's just that the people in the painting are just backs.

Qiu Moli suddenly sighed a little, "That's it, I'll draw another one for you, this time, I take you as the protagonist, the style of painting remains the same, the angle remains the same, and I don't charge your money, but there is one thing, my paintings are not allowed to be sold, nor are they allowed to circulate in the market, if you don't want them, you will burn them, how about it?" ”

The two looked at each other for a moment, then nodded in unison.

Redraw a painting, Qiu Moli must re-sketch a contour in his mind, after doing this, but also re-coloring, and when he starts painting, the sky is getting darker and darker, but no one has left, it seems that he really wants to see Qiu Moli's so-called change of angle, what kind of effect it is.

Xuan Zixu looked at Qiu Moli quietly on the side, her fair face, revealing a trace of seriousness, every time she took the pen, she achieved transcendence, no matter what the surrounding environment changed, she could do what she wanted to do.

"She's your wife?" Zhuang Yingcheng glanced at Xuan Zixu and spoke with a slight hesitation.

Xuan Zixu has always ignored strangers, but looking at the person in front of him, he still nodded unconsciously.

"This lady is too dazzling, and the son is too gloomy. Originally, in terms of appearance and temperament, Childe did not lose to anyone, but Childe was too quiet, if Childe was a star, then this lady was the moon, and when there was a moon, there were no stars, so Childe should still make some efforts. Either turn this lady into a star, or Childe himself into the moon. ”

Zhuang Yingcheng couldn't say why he liked this quiet, alienated man at first sight. He even didn't hesitate to start dialing this son, the purpose was just to really hope that the two of them could go to the end.

Xuan Zixu was slightly stunned, and he only said something halfway. "But in that case, I would feel selfish."

"You are wrong, only if you don't like to possess is selfish, this girl likes you, and you also care about her, why don't you grasp it well, instead of letting the so-called moral ethics always restrain yourself, it is better to break the shackles, love, then eliminate the barrier, eliminate a difficulty."

This time, it was Zhuang Yingcheng's wife who spoke, and her voice was tactful and listening, like a musical note, which gave people a refreshing feeling when she listened to it.

Xuanzi's frowning brows finally stretched, he already knew how his path was going.

"Thank you!" It was still a cold tone, but Xuan Zixu's face was a little more grateful, he rarely said thank you to people, Qiu Moli counted one, and these two counted once.

Zhuang Yingcheng smiled, and then pointed in the direction of Qiu Moli and said. "Alright, let's go see!"

When Qiu Moli finished the last stroke, the expression on his face was slightly relaxed, but there was still a faint worry between his eyebrows.

Halfway through the painting, her hands began to tremble again, and if she hadn't forcibly suppressed her body's reaction with internal force, she was afraid that the painting would have been ruined today.

A few people stepped forward, but at a glance, they were fixed on Qiu Moli's painting.

If the first painting, Qiu Moli painted the backs of pedestrians, then this painting is all frontal, on the small paper, so small people, almost even the facial expressions are so clear, not to mention every landscape on the side of the road.

"Thank you, girl!" Zhuang Yingcheng watched himself and Shang Liuli in the painting be painted so vividly, and the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

The master is in the folk, and so are the painters! (To be continued.) )