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- "This...... What the hell is going on? ”

Fan Qiubai was a little panicked, she had just finished today's course, sent Mr. Xixi away, and unfolded the "Smoke and Rain Picture of West Lake" with some anxiety.

As far as the eye can see, it is an exclamation.

Exclamation is not only because of the quality of the painting, but more importantly, because of the feeling of familiarity.

Yes, when I listened to Changsheng's words before, I heard Mr. Cheng Yuan say that this painting seems to be the brushwork of my grandfather's painting of clouds and smoke. At the time, it was just a compliment, but now I look closer......

Fan Qiubai's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly went to the side to rummage through the cabinets.

Feibai had just gone out to see off Liu Zhengqing, when he turned back and saw this scene as soon as he pushed the door.

A box of calligraphy and paintings was turned upside down by her own lady and spread out on the ground haphazardly. Several boxes and cabinets next to them were also opened, and the spring breeze blowing in from the window lifted the veils of the tulle.

Fan Qiubai was wearing a pale pink skirt, kneeling there a little indecently at this time, and her upper body leaned into the cabinet, carefully looking for something. The cabinet door was ajar, covering her upper body, and only the curves of her waist and hips loomed under the wrap of her skirt.

"Little lady, what are you looking for!" Feibai's eyes widened and he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Feibai, do you remember where you put that painting?" Fan Qiubai poked his head out when he heard the sound, and two gray marks were rubbed on his nose and left cheek, showing a little playful.

"What painting?" Feibai couldn't help but sneer, "Little lady, are you starting to be crazy again?" In order to find a painting, they are almost becoming little flower cats. ”

"Hey! It's that one, the one that wasn't finished. Fan Qiubai was a little anxious, while continuing to rummag, while anxiously counting Feibai, "You hurry up and help me find it, hey!" Where the hell did you put it? ”

"Good, good! Of course, Feibai will help find it! Feibai comforted, "But lady, you have to explain what painting it is!" The most in our family is calligraphy and painting, and we can't look for it in such a daze, and look at it one by one! ”

Fan Qiubai was impatient: "That's it!" Ay! You stupid girl, why can't you remember! It's the one we picked up on the road! ”

"Hey! It turned out to be that one, you would have said no! Feibai smiled helplessly, jumped to the west of the bedroom, took out a long box from the cabinet and opened it, and rummaged it out, "Little lady, take a look, is this what you are talking about?" ”

Fan Qiubai hurriedly unfolded it to take a look, and saw that it was indeed the half of the "Linliu Sitting Alone" that he picked up outside the city, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. She didn't care about the messy room she turned over, and hurriedly re-did it back to the bookcase, and looked at the two paintings side by side.

Feibai muttered for a long time and complained: "Little lady, you are really, you deliberately let Feibai put it here, and you forgot about it yourself." This time, I turned things around like this, and I had to recycle them bit by bit. ”

Fan Qiubai was staring at a pair of big eyes and looking at the painting carefully, where would he hear this little girl's complaint, it was completely deaf to the wind.

Feibai was helpless, and the pitiful movements took two pillars of incense to clean up one by one.

These calligraphy and paintings are the treasures of their own little lady, and they don't dare to let other people touch them. In case there is a missing corner, a little dirty, or a piece of calligraphy and painting is misplaced and suddenly can't be found, your own lady has to make a mistake!

These things have always been handled by Feibai, but now they have been messed up by Fan Qiubai, and she has to spend time and carefully sort them out by herself.

Finally got it almost done, Feibai wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and then looked at the little lady, still in the same posture as before, with a little curiosity and infatuation on her face, she seemed to be stunned again.

"Little lady!"

Called, no response.

"Little lady!"

Feibai came to Fan Qiubai's side to call, but there was still no response.

"Small~~Mother~~~~~~~"

Feibai stretched out his tone, almost sticking to Fan Qiubai's side and calling it, only then did he finally get a hint of reaction.

Fan Qiubai was still staring at the two paintings, and whispered in a trance, "Hmm-".

I didn't dare to let Fan Qiu be stupid for too long, it was too laborious. In the early years, the little lady was not in good health, so she looked for Lang Zhong to take a look, and she opened her mouth with eight words - overthinking and lack of hard work.

Feibai thinks about it, once his wife commits dementia, she can go without sleep for several days and nights. This is sad for the entire Fan Mansion.

Once the little lady falls in love with a painting and others refuse to transfer it, she will definitely be stunned for several days and nights, unable to eat, and unable to sleep well. But if you really get it with a lot of money, it stands to reason that this should be good, right? But it's not the case. Once she really got some excellent paintings, she would look at them stupidly day and night, and the result was still not thinking about tea and dinner.

The same is true for gains, and the same is true for losses.

The Fan family is really helpless.

Fortunately, after Fan Qiubai got older, he gradually became sensible and no longer as worrisome as before. But her "sensible" is somewhat pretended, and the infatuation in her heart is actually still there, just trying to restrain herself, and try not to be discovered by her family.

She didn't want to cause trouble for her family.

But restraint is restraint, and what you have is what you have. Just like now, when she looked at the two paintings in front of her, she suddenly felt that she couldn't understand it, so she started to be crazy again.

"Feibai, you say, are these two paintings made by one person?" The tip of Fan Qiubai's nose frowned slightly, a little moving.

Feibai was overjoyed when he heard the little lady willing to speak, which was much better than being alone in a daze! So he hurriedly leaned his head over and looked: "It doesn't look like it!" The smoke in this half of "Sitting Alone in the Stream" is so thick that the clouds and smoke drawn are almost like stones. But what is the picture of this West Lake, the clouds and smoke are very light, and it looks really similar to the scenery on the West Lake. ”

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" Fan Qiubai said angrily, "That's just the difference in ink, and the brushwork is clearly the same." If the clouds and mist in the mountains and the smoke and rain in the West Lake were the same ink color, this man would not have to continue painting. ”

"I don't understand it in the first place! It's not like you're not going to say it, little lady! Feibai stuck out his tongue, suddenly found something again, and said in surprise, "Lady, look! The place where this painting is painted seems to be the location where we go out for a long time! Yes, yes! Broken bridge, lonely mountain road, that's the place! You see, we're sitting in the pavilion at the back. Ah! Why didn't you draw us! ”

Fan Qiubai was made to laugh by her snatching white, and said: "I don't know when this painting was painted, we just went to the pavilion to sit on the day of the cold food, what does it have to do with others painting." ”

"Interesting!" Feibai smiled, "I was thinking, maybe we met that painter at that time!" If only I had known each other at the time. I heard Mr. Xixi say that this painter is a young man, and I don't know if he is handsome or not. ”

Hearing her say this, Fan Qiubai couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, and suddenly remembered the shallow and sparse figure on the broken bridge on the day of the cold food.

At that time, one of them was in the broken bridge, and the other was in the pavilion, looking at each other from a distance and saluting each other...... To be honest, he didn't even look at his face, but for some reason, Fan Qiubai felt his heart throb, but he didn't know what the reason was.

I couldn't help but have a thought in my heart...... If only he were the one who painted it......

At the thought of this, even Fan Qiubai himself was startled.

"There is no such coincidence in the world!" Fan Qiubai laughed to himself.

"What did the little lady say?" Feibai didn't hear clearly.

"I mean!" Fan Qiubai said with a smile, "What does it have to do with you whether other painters are handsome or not!" How old are you, isn't it possible that you have already moved your spring heart! If you are moved by someone else, then you can't cry to death in eternal life? ”

Feibai stared at a pair of big eyes, and his face was full of puzzlement: "Am I interested in others?" What does it have to do with immortality? ”

"You!" Fan Qiubai couldn't break this matter, but secretly sighed for immortality.

Feibai is too young, where do you know what the love between men and women is. For Changsheng, she probably likes it, but only for her brother and sister, but Changsheng is different for her. Poor immortality, when will it be able to achieve positive results! He is circling around a flying white ball like this, is it sad or sweet! It's probably like looking at a painting by yourself, suffering from gains and losses, gains and losses!

Fan Qiubai smiled secretly.

Where can this smile escape Feibai's eyes, but Feibai can't understand it, a pair of big eyes blink and blink, but he doesn't understand the meaning of his little lady's weird smile. I even asked a few words, but I couldn't get any answers, so I had to give up.

"Little lady, you are also curious about this painter, when will we go to see if he is okay!" Feibai looked at the "Smoke and Rain Picture of West Lake" on the table and proposed.

Fan Qiubai's face was slightly red: "There is a difference between men and women, where can you say that you can just look at it." ”

"What are you afraid of!" Feibai was eager to try, "Anyway, didn't Mr. Xixi say that this painter is a knowledgeable guest of Lu's calligraphy and painting shop." It's all in the West Market, and it's not far from us. Let's just go shopping, and watch it by the way! Hee-hee! If you are young and can paint such a painting, this artist must be very handsome! Little lady, do you think it will look better than San Langjun? ”

"Aren't you ashamed of a girl's family to talk about a man's appearance with such fanfare!" Fan Qiubai's cheeks were crimson, slightly coquettish.

"It's just the two of us now, what are you afraid of!" Feibai smiled and said, "I'm really curious!" Aren't the average painters all elders like Mr. Cheng Yuan, but I finally have a young Lang Jun son, of course I want to see it! ”

Fan Qiubai chuckled, pinched Feibai's ears and counted: "What you say, don't go out and talk nonsense." Could it be that Mr. Cheng Yuan was born an elder and never young! ”

The room is full of warblers and swallows, laughter and laughter. The mind of the daughter's family is up and down in such a spring breeze, fluttering, and I don't know where to fly.

Chu Feng, who was halfway through copying "Peach Blossom Picture", suddenly sneezed, thinking, who is talking about himself? Probably Mr. Bunduan is coming back soon! I don't know if the old gentleman will be unhappy when he hears that he is apprenticed!