The sky outside didn't last long, it was probably noon when the sky was slightly dull, and then a light rain fell in Chang'an City.

The sound of rain could be heard on the edge of the window in the pavilion, which made the room a little quieter.

The small building is drizzling, and the streets outside are hurrying, so pedestrians should be looking for a place to hide from the rain.

The painter sat at the table and painted, and he could only come up with a vague outline of what the young man described the woman as she should be.

Although the boy told him the whole story of meeting this woman, what he said was only vague.

But if it's really as the boy said, then it should be a rare strange woman in the world.

The painter has some regrets, if he could see it, maybe he could paint more than all his paintings, but unfortunately he should not have the opportunity to see it.

The young man sitting in front of him looked at the painting in the artist's hand, thinking about what he saw that day.

"Hey." The painter sighed and slowly put down the pen in his hand.

"Jun, I can only draw like this."

As he spoke, he handed the canvas in his hand to the boy.

It is rare to take the canvas, the eyebrows of the people on it are circulating, the wine cup is lightly raised, the snow is faint, and the painting is indeed very good.

It's a pity that there is still something missing, so that the painting is always only the six points of color.

The young man's eyes showed a sense of relief, maybe that point couldn't be drawn.

He nodded: "Thank you, sir." ”

Get up and settle the money.

The painter stretched out his hand and pushed the money back, shook his head and said.

"Jun's painting has not been completed, and I really don't dare to be cheeky."

The painter was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile.

"If you have not achieved it, you should continue to study hard, if you can become a painting in the future, you will come again."

"So, boy Huo is sick, thank you, sir."

"It's okay, just thank you Xiaojun for telling me this strange person."

The painter smiled and touched his beard, and secretly made up his mind that he wanted to complete this painting.

The boy saluted and walked out of the small building.

Outside the building, a curtain of water dripped on the eaves, and the drizzle swayed in the wind.

He carefully retracted the canvas into his arms and left in the rain.

The painter in the pavilion rested for a while, spread out a new canvas, lifted the pen, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and began to paint again.

He painted this painting for many years, and he painted many paintings, almost every few days.

Visitors who came to him to buy or paint would always see one or two of them, and then look at the person on the painting and ask the painter.

"How much does this painting cost?"

The painter always smiled and shook his head: "This painting can't be sold, it's not finished." ”

Then the client would always ask, "Who is the woman in this picture?" ”

The painter's answer was the same.

"The daughter of Shuo Fang."

One day, the painting of Shuo Fang's daughter was seen by a man named Li Yannian, who stayed for a long time and made a song.

Later generations called Li Yannian's song:

There are beautiful women in the north. Peerless and independent.

A look at the city. Then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country. Beautiful women are hard to come by.

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The sun outside seemed to be falling a little lazily on the snow at the beginning of the day, and the snow in Shuofang had stopped.

I couldn't see the snow, but the clouds in the sky were still shrouded, and I couldn't see the sun, and the snow on the ground had not yet melted.

With a creak, the wooden door of the hut was pulled open, and Gu Nan yawned while wearing his own clothes and walked into the small courtyard.

She hadn't slept for a while, and she should have lived for a hundred years before she finally understood the truth that the plan of the day lies in the morning. Or maybe it's just that she has insomnia and dreams.

It's colder when the snow melts, but the sun is warm.

I thought about washing up, but when I walked to the water tank, I found that the water in the tank was frozen with a layer of ice. Crack the ice cube with the grid and put it in the basin.

Then a fire was lit and the basin was set aside and the water was hotter.

There was no other sound in the courtyard in the morning, only the occasional birdsong in the distance, which should have been the flight of mountain eagles.

Sitting on a stone, Gu Nan took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms.

This bamboo slip was given to her by Duanmuqing, and most of the things written on it were some basic acupuncture principles.

She herself has the foundation of acupuncture points and meridians, so Duanmuqing also plans to start teaching acupuncture first. As for pharmacology, it is inevitable to read and memorize it first and do hard work first, otherwise let alone understand it.

Frowning at the explanation of the acupoints on the bamboo slips, she took out a bag from her waist.

Spread the bag out on your lap, and inside is a row of slender silver needles.

Rolling up his sleeves, with his own hand, Gu Nan pierced the silver needle into it.

Whether the needle is right or not, she can completely grasp according to her own feelings, because her body is different from ordinary people, she is not worried about making mistakes.

What's more, she pierced most of the acupuncture points that invigorated blood and nourished health, and there would be no big problem if she made a mistake.

The flames beside him scorched slightly.

"Shakuzawa Cave..."

Gu Nan turned his hand over and looked it up and down, groped around his elbow, and finally found a thumb-wide depression.

"This is it."

He said to himself, and was about to prick the silver needle.

was stopped by a man behind him.

"I, I, and, you've said a few times, a few times."

Duanmuqing stood behind Gu Nan and said with a serious expression: "You, you have just started learning, don't, don't put needles on your body." ”

"Well, I'm not doing it."

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

Duanmu Qing scolded and stepped forward, carefully removing all the silver needles from Gu Nan's hands.

Every morning is often like this, either decocting medicine indiscriminately, or tasting herbs indiscriminately, Gu Nan will inevitably be said a few words by Duanmuqing, and the small courtyard is a little more noisy.

Most of the time, Duanmu Qing didn't speak first, she couldn't talk about Gu Nan, so she could only sit alone and sulk. Gu Nan didn't want to go, and he was always the one who apologized first.

The breakfast for both of them is very simple, cooking some rice soup is considered breakfast, and sometimes it will be accompanied by some jerky. Duanmuqing doesn't eat meat, and these are still exchanged for Gu Nan at the village market.

"I'm running out of rice." Gu Nan took a sip of rice soup and said.

"The skins of the sand snakes I dug up in the snow a few days ago should have been dried, and when the time comes, I will take the snake skins to the village to see what to change for some rice."

Animals and birds can be changed into a lot of things in the market outside the plug, and birds are not easy to catch, so Gu Nan often goes to catch some beasts.

In the past few days of snow, she has poured a lot of snake nests, and at this time the sand snakes are still hibernating in the sand under the snow, and they will not move when they are turned out, and it is very easy to catch them.

Snake skin is dried, snake meat can be made into jerky, and snake gall is also a good thing.