"That gang of bandits is very vicious, if you don't draw them all out, capture them one by one, and correct the law of the country, they will continue to do evil. Although the weather is hot now, I can only be fortunate Mr. Bitter. Yang Congyi glanced at the maid and said to the painter.

"You also know that it's hot, and Mr. is happy, so why don't you fan Mr. to relieve the heat?" The maid seemed to be a little disagreeable, and made teasing words.

"Qing'er, don't talk nonsense!" As soon as he heard this, the painter immediately turned his head and reprimanded.

Then he explained a little apologetically: "Don't blame Lord Yang, this girl doesn't talk too much, she often says some inexplicable words, she doesn't cause much trouble, she suffers, but she just doesn't remember." ”

Yang Congyi replied: "Her words are not wrong, this is the hottest time of the day, Mr. is fortunate to paint a portrait, someone should fan you and enjoy the cool." But Yang has only been here for an hour, where can he find a fan. ”

"Excuses! If Lord Yang is really sincere in fanning the wind for Mr., I will go to find a fan. After the maid finished speaking, she left the room without being stopped by the painter.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the room, Yang Congyi and the painter, and the atmosphere instantly froze, and I could hear breathing quietly.

After the awkward atmosphere lasted for a while, Yang Congyi broke the silence: "Let's continue painting, Master Meng is still waiting." ”

The painter took the brush out of the inkwell and said softly, "How to draw, Lord Yang, please say." ”

Yang Congyi immediately reined in his mind, extracted the image of the bandit from his memory, and then said: "About thirty years old, not fat or thin, square face, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, black eyes can be seen four or five points, the nose is not big or small, the mouth shape is medium, the lips are three or four points thick, the upper lip is black beard, shorter, the beard on the chin is about two inches long, and the hair is relatively neat, tied on the top of the head. ”

Soon after speaking, the painter drew the other party, and then stopped his pen and asked, "Lord Yang, look at it, how many gaps are there?" ”

Yang Congyi took a closer look and replied: "The eyebrows are thicker, the beard on the chin is more, and there is nothing wrong with the rest." ”

The painter picked up the pen and drew again on the original painting, and then asked, "Is it okay?" ”

Yang Congyi said with a smile: "Mr. is becoming more and more proficient, and he can draw it directly without using a draft, which is really amazing." ”

The painter said: "It is Lord Yang who has a deep memory, and he said it clearly, the little woman just started writing according to Lord Yang." After that, he put down the brush and removed the painted portrait.

Yang Congyi hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to take the portrait, and said, "I'll come." As he spoke, he took the portrait and walked to the other side of the bookcase and put it away.

"Listening to Lord Yang's accent, it's a little peculiar, it shouldn't be a local." The painter raised his eyes and peeked at Yang Congyi, and asked while taking the drawing paper.

Yang Congyi replied: "Mr. is right, Yang is indeed not from Nanjianzhou, originally from Huangmei County, Qizhou, Huaixi, and has been to all over the world over the years, and his accent has been somewhat affected by various places, so it's no wonder if it's not strange." ”

"Oh, where has Lord Yang been?" The painter lays out the paper and picks up the pen to adjust the ink.

Yang Congyi turned around and walked back to the painter and said: "Qizhou, Anqing, Luzhou, Anfeng, Chizhou, Raozhou, Huizhou, Ningguo, Huzhou, Lin'an, Shaoxing, Mingzhou, Chuzhou, Jianning, Fuzhou, Quanzhou, Guangzhou, Qinzhou, Yongzhou, Qiongzhou, as well as Nanyang Li Yueguo, Zhancheng State, Sanwija Kingdom, Tianzhu Kingdom, Western Ser countries, I have been to many places, and I have not stayed for a long time. ”

"Lord Yang has been to so many places, I have never heard of many places." The painter exclaimed, his tone was full of envy, and then sighed: "Although I have run a lot of places with my father, I rarely have the opportunity to go out. ”

"There are a lot of bad people out there, so it's better to go outside less." Yang Congyi knew that it was not good to answer again, so he replied with such a word of admonition.

Who knew that the painter had a pause in his hand, but asked, "Lord Yang, are you a good person or a bad person?" ”

This remark was too abrupt, Yang Congyi didn't know how to respond for a while, and only said after a while: "Whether Yang is a good person or a bad person, I can't tell it myself, maybe a good person, maybe a bad person, who knows." ”

The painter said softly: "I think Lord Yang looks like a good person. ”

"I think he's a bad guy!" As soon as the painter's voice fell, the maid who went out to look for a fan appeared at the door, holding two fans, staring at Yang Congyi vigilantly, and quickly approached the painter.

"Qing'er, don't be rude, how can you say that about Lord Yang!" The painter raised his eyes and reprimanded the maid.

Who knew that the maid was not convinced, and retorted: "You see that he is so close to you, it is strange that he is a good person!" ”

When the painter heard this, he instantly turned his head to look at Yang Congyi, but saw that he was standing one step away, the back of his neck suddenly turned red, and he turned his head and said angrily: "If you talk nonsense again, don't eat tomorrow morning!" ”

As soon as the maid heard this, she immediately bowed her head and admitted her mistake: "Don't dare, don't dare anymore." ”

After admitting his mistake, he quickly raised the group fan, and fanned the wind vigorously against the painter, so that the sleeves of the veil fluttered and the veil flew.

"Tap, fan the paper away." The artist reached out and pressed the paper that floated up.

The maid said: "The fan is light and there is no wind, how can you relieve the heat?" Looking at Yang Congyi in a blink of an eye, he immediately raised his hand and handed over another fan, and said in his mouth: "Mr. is so lucky, his forehead is sweating, Lord Yang doesn't fan Mr.?" ”

"Yes, Mr. is fortunate to paint, Yang can do his best, naturally should." As he spoke, Yang Congyi took half a step forward and took the fan in his hand.

When the painter heard this, he quickly turned his head and said: "Lord Yang can't be like this, how can the little woman He De ask adults to shake a fan for me, absolutely not!" ”

Yang Congyi said: "Mr. paints to capture the bandits who have taken dozens of lives, without Mr.'s pen and ink, these bandits will continue to go unpunished and harm more lives." Mr.'s move is a great merit, and Yang can shake a fan for Mr., it's a great honor! ”

"Adults can't do this, how can a little girl deserve it?" The painter continued to refuse, not daring to accept it, but turned his face away and raised the pen in his hand.

"Sir, let's hurry up and paint, Master Meng is still waiting." Yang Congyi gently shook the fan and sent a gust of fresh breeze to the painter.

The maid with a fan on the other side held back Yang Congyi's glance, and muttered: "Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief!" ”

"No dinner tomorrow morning!" As soon as he heard this, the painter immediately turned his head and reprimanded, his tone stern.

"Qing'er doesn't dare." The maid immediately bowed her head.

Seeing that the maid admitted her mistake, the painter warned: "If you talk nonsense again, there are no rules, don't eat tomorrow!" ”

"Yes, Qing'er knows that she is wrong." The maid lowered her head very low, and her hands kept fanning.

Although Yang Congyi also felt that this maid was open-mouthed and disrespectful, but seeing that she was still young, it was understandable, so he came out to play a round: "Mr. don't be angry, it's just a joke, don't let you eat if you make a joke, be stricter." ”

The painter replied: "If you don't talk too much, if you don't teach a lesson, you will get into trouble sooner or later." ”

"I'm still young, my words are invisible, and it's reasonable, and I already know that I'm wrong, so forget it." Yang Congyi persuaded with a fan, and the painter was angry and his mood fluctuated, which was not conducive to the portrait.

Hearing this, the painter said to the maid in a slightly slower tone: "Lord Yang will speak for you, I will spare you this time, and there will be double punishment next time." Thank you Yang yet! ”

When the maid heard this, she quickly nodded yes, and then bowed to Yang Congyi, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Lord Yang." ”

"It doesn't have to be this way." Yang Congyi raised his hand to support him, then looked at the painter and said, "Sir, let's hurry up and paint a portrait." ”

The painter turned his head, adjusted his breathing, calmed his mind, raised his hand to smooth the drawing paper, and picked up the pen to adjust the ink.

After thinking about it, Yang Congyi said calmly: "This person is twenty-six or seventeen years old, slightly chubby, round face, small nose and small eyes, thin eyebrows, black eyes can be seen for three points, the nose is not big, the mouth is not big, the lips are about three points thick, the upper lip has a short beard, the chin beard has been trimmed, only about one inch, and the hair is neat and tied on the top of the head. ”

The painter waved his pen as he said, and in a moment, the portrait of the bandit jumped on the paper.

"The eyebrows can be a little thicker, the beard on the chin can be thicker, and there is a black mole the size of a soybean on the right side of the face and nose." Yang Congyi looked at the portrait on the case and made suggestions for modification based on the impact in his memory.

After the painter trimmed his eyebrows and beard, he suddenly stopped writing and asked, "What is the size of a soybean?" ”

The maid on the side was about to speak, but suddenly thought of something, and immediately closed her mouth.

The other party didn't know the grains, and Yang Congyi was not very easy to describe, so he said, "I'll draw it for Mr." ”

When the painter heard this, he hurriedly turned his head and handed over the pen in his hand.

Yang Congyi carefully took the brush, lightly touched a waste painting, drew a dot, and then said: "This is soybeans." After speaking, he carefully handed back the pen in his hand.

The painter said softly, "Thank you, Lord Yang." He took the brush and lightly dotted a black mole the size of a soybean on the bandit's face.

This painting is again eight points similar, and it is enough to search for bandits.

The painter did not stop, Yang Congyi did not have any extra words while playing the fan, tried his best to recall the appearance of the rest of the bandits, and immediately dictated in as standard language as possible when he thought clearly.

In the next half an hour, the more they painted, the more tacit they became, and it often only took a few words to describe the appearance of the bandits, and then they immediately reflected it on the drawing paper with pen and ink.

When the last portrait of the bandit was finished, the painter let out a sigh of relief, put down the brush, raised his hand and beat the willow waist, obviously after sitting for a long time, a little tired.

In the hot summer, there was no wind in the house, it was very stuffy, Yang Congyi had been playing a fan, and he was already sweating. The fine beads of sweat oozing from the artist's sideburns were crystal clear, and he had been concentrating on painting, obviously even more tired.

"Sir, fortunately." After putting away the last portrait, Yang Congyi suddenly saluted the painter.

The painter hurriedly got up and returned the salute, and said that he would not accept it: "Lord Yang can't be like this, where can the little girl stand it." ”

Yang Congyi said solemnly: "Stand it." If you can catch the bandits with this portrait, Mr. should be a credit. ”

"With a lot of effort, how dare you fight for merit, Lord Yang has an overreputation." The artist replied softly.