The night is falling, the lights are falling, and the tea is not harvested.

The tea was boiled over and over again until it was tasteless.

In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke, Fan Qiubai looked at the half of the tasteless tea in front of him and sighed silently.

"Little lady, someone from the family is urging, let's go back."

Feibai looked at the little lady's face and felt slightly worried.

"It's really not good for me, I shouldn't have come here so recklessly." Liu Zhengqing couldn't help but blame himself, "I thought this kid was in the store every day, but I didn't expect it, hey...... Fan Niangzi don't have to wait any longer, the wind is cold after nightfall, although the road is not far, but it is not good for the body, not to mention that San Lang has already sent someone to urge. ”

"The third brother always likes to look at me, and he can talk more than his father and mother." Fan Qiubai responded with a smile, and said, "It seems that I can't see it today, but it doesn't matter, being able to talk to Mr. Lu is also a blessing for me as a junior!" Mr. Yiming is right, we can come back at any time, and it's not too late to see you in the future. ”

Saying this, Fan Qiubai smiled sweetly, got up and gave Mr. Wen Duan a junior salute, said goodbye, and then withdrew.

Boarding the carriage, Fan Qiubai lifted the curtain to see the sunset in the west, his heart was empty, as if he had lost something.

If you can't see it, is this kind of feeling close to the end of the world?

The sunset is like a flowing water sprinkled with layers of paint, laying out flatly, and showing layers of changes in depth. The change and flow of the partial life seem to be fluid, as if people will be fascinated at a glance, and they can no longer be removed.

Feibai has always known his mother's infatuation, and at this time, he watched from the sidelines, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Fan Qiubai's side face was outlined by the soft halo of the sunset, as quiet as morning dew.

"Little lady, you say, that Chu Langjun, will he be ugly and ugly?"

Feibai suddenly came up with such a sentence, which made Fan Qiubai, who was immersed in a faint sadness, slightly stunned: "Why do you say that?" ”

"This kind of thing is just speculation." Feibai saw that the little lady was attracted by her words, so she exaggerated more and more, "The young man may not be good-looking, after all, he still looks more average." I guess, maybe this Chu Langjun was originally at home, but he looked too ugly, so he didn't dare to come out to see the little lady! Yes, yes! Otherwise, why didn't he go to the Ink Painting Society by himself? Let Mr. Yiming take his painting for him! It must be because his face is too unsightly, and he is afraid that others will laugh at him, so he came up with such a trick! ”

The more Feibai talked, the happier he became, and he felt that he was very smart, and he was able to combine two things to think, maybe he really got to the point!

So he then persuaded: "So, little lady, don't expect too much! ”

"Looking forward to what?" Fan Qiubai was amused by her helplessly, and said with a smile, "I want to discuss the painting with that Chu Langjun, not for anything else." Whether Chu Langjun is old or young, male or female, good-looking or ugly, what does it have to do with me. ”

At this point, it was boring, Feibai stuck out his tongue and said no more.

Fan Qiubai's thoughts were amused by her a little better, and at this time, looking at the sunset outside the car window, his mind followed the ethereal, not knowing where to drift.

I couldn't help but think about what Feibai said, the appearance of that Chu Langjun...... Although it has nothing to do with him, for some reason, Fan Qiubai looks at the "Smoke and Rain Picture of West Lake", and always thinks of the picture he saw in the pavilion on the day of the cold food.

Broken bridges, smoke and rain, oil-paper umbrellas, and a young man with a shallow look back on his chin......

Spring tour, apricot blossoms blow all over the head. Who is young and romantic......

As soon as he thought of this, Fan Qiubai's heart thumped twice, and he almost retracted his thoughts in a panic.

Her cheeks were already crimson.

But I don't know how much because of the evening light.

A few points of spring sorrow.

……

……

In the next few days, Chu Feng had a very hard time.

The pen in his hand can't be put down, except for dressing, eating and other last resorts every day, in other times, he has to implement Mr. Cheng Yuan's lessons and maintain a correct posture of holding the pen.

Mr. Wen Duan looked interesting, and felt that this Cheng Yuan was too strict as a master. But after all, Master Yan is a high-level apprentice, and he doesn't have much to say. I just couldn't help laughing and teasing: "That Cheng Yuan is your teacher, and the old man is the same." Since you have delayed the things arranged for the teacher in the past few days, you will need to make up for it in the next few days. ”

Chu Feng had to smile bitterly when he heard this, and for a while he had the feeling of returning to the third year of high school. Why is it that after the math teacher occupies one physical education class, the English teacher also asks for another class?

But after all, these are all for academic advancement, Chu Feng understands in his heart, and he takes the initiative to learn, so naturally he will not complain about being tired.

To be honest, Chu Feng is a person who likes to learn things very much.

Going to school and studying are often two different things. The goal of going to school is clear, that is, the exam, you can do anything if you do well, and if you don't do well, no matter how much you learn, it will be useless. But learning is different, learning and learning, this can be firewood, rice, oil and salt, can also be knives, guns and sticks, can be piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can also be said to learn to sing, and even, you can just learn how to sweep the floor faster, how to drive a car, and so on.

Learning is not divided into high and low shades, and you can swim freely, which is what Chu Feng likes.

Calligraphy, painting, and engraving, these are all things that Chu Feng likes. Killing time with these things, and having a famous teacher to guide you, although it may be a little harsh and hard along the way, but what's so scary?

Wang Guowei once said that there are three realms of learning. The first realm is: last night the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world. That's the goal. The second realm is: the belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and it makes people haggard for Yi. It's about attachment. The third realm is: the crowd is looking for him thousands of times, and suddenly looking back, that person is in the lamplight. This is what is said to be the gain and loss after searching.

Chu Feng knew that what he was doing now was on the road of "never regretting the gradual widening of the belt", although there were some difficulties and obstacles on the road, it could not compete with the yearning and joy in his heart. On the contrary, it is precisely because of these slight difficulties that he feels more interesting and more unstoppable.

Sometimes, Chu Feng feels like a teenager addicted to the Internet, thinking about it all day long and seeing Zhu Chengbi. The suffice of the scholar cannot be escaped.

As for Fan Qiubai's matter, when Chu Feng returned, he heard from Mr. Wen Duan, and heard that the other party was a girl's house, and after waiting for him for an afternoon, he felt a little unhappy.

Curiosity can't be erased, after all, in the long time since he came to Xuanhe, Chu Feng has not really come into contact with the girl of the big family, and he doesn't know what it looks like. Is Du Liniang in "The Peony Pavilion" clear and beautiful and courageous, or is Cui Yingying as persistent, fearless, gentle and kind as Cui Yingying in "The Legend of the West Chamber"? Or, like those boudoir legends in "Dream of Red Mansions", there are thousands of postures, each with its own grandeur?

His heart moved slightly, and Chu Feng couldn't help but think of the woman who walked in the pavilion from afar on the day of the cold food. Seven or eight female dependents were laughing in the pavilion, and in the light rain pavilion, there was such a slender and peaceful shadow, looking at themselves from afar through the heavy rain curtain and smoke curtain, as beautiful as the ladies under Gu Kaizhi's pen......

The so-called "delicate and quiet like delicate flowers shining on the water" refers to such a taste!

"Sir, isn't it nice to have girls running around? Should I find a day to visit? ”

Chu Feng didn't know much about the etiquette between men and women today, and he was afraid of making mistakes, so he couldn't help but ask for advice.

Mr. Wen Duan smiled slightly, full of interest: "Chu Lang is also a delicate person, and he has a bit of pity for the jade. ”

"Is the gentleman laughing at me?" Chu Feng looked at the brush he was still holding in his hand and said with a smile, "It just looks like it will be a few days later." You can't take a brush to visit someone. ”

Mr. Wen Duan twisted his beard and smiled: "You don't have to worry too much, the other party will definitely come back in a few days." ”

So he said that the two families had a little friendship, and Fan Qiuming, the young owner of Fan's calligraphy and painting shop, would definitely visit on a certain day.

"Then the girl will definitely follow, and it's not too late to see you by the way." Mr. Wen Duan said.

"I see." Chu Feng nodded when he heard this, and didn't think about it anymore.

Mr. Wen Duan said: "Since you can't write or engrave these days, it's not good to be idle like this." It just so happens that I have an idle badge to engrave, and you just watch from the sidelines, which can be regarded as learning. ”

Chu Feng was naturally overjoyed, he had studied with Mr. Wen Duan so far, and he had not seen the complete process of seal carving, which was naturally a rare experience.

Mr. Wen Duan's knife this time used small leaf red sandalwood, and the wood was taken back from his home in Sanyin. The material is excellent material, but there are a few circles of brown lines and brown eyes on it, which is acceptable to play, but if it is really engraved into a seal, it will inevitably take some extra effort.

"In fact, all the materials, whether they are wood or jade, rhino horn or clay medallions, as long as they are carved, they are all in line with the trend. You look at this piece of small leaf red sandalwood, when we want to carve, if we go against the brown line of the above grain, it will destroy the fun of the texture, not to mention, it will also be easy to collapse, which is very undesirable. It's similar to eating meat, it's easy to cut along the texture of the meat, otherwise it's very difficult. ”

Mr. Wen Duan explained to Chu Feng one by one, and briefly talked about how to level, outline the reverse characters, and choose the carving knife.

Design is not easier than the pen, Mr. Wenduan said how this seal should be carved, what words and what body, he thought about the situation for a few months, this time it is considered to be a good one, began to use the knife.

On the second day of the knife, Chu Feng was still watching carefully from the side, combined with his previous experience in clay seal carving, he suddenly had a question in his heart.

"Sir, I'm a little puzzled." Chu Feng asked, "The material of this woodcut seal is acceptable, not hard, but if it is a jade medal, rhino horn medal, etc., it is inevitably difficult to carve." Why not get a fixture, fix the material of the seal, and then engrave it, wouldn't it be more preoccupied? ”