"Chu Langjun, Mr. Cheng Yuan asked me to show him those two paintings. I don't know which one to choose, so you can pick one for me. ”

The boat went north, all the way to the smoke, except for the wind and rain when just out of Hangzhou City, experienced a little waves, the rest of the journey was also very calm.

Take a boat up to Bianliang City, take the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal that has been built in the Sui Dynasty, and prepare to arrive in Xuzhou and then turn to the land, which is not only faster, but also avoids a lot of bumps.

Fan Qiubai's body, what he is most afraid of is bumps. These considerations are naturally already done for her at home.

Over the years, she has had to go back and forth every year, and she is already familiar with all kinds of things along the way. Long before leaving, Fan Qiubai specially wrote a codex for Chu Feng, indicating the things that he needed to carry with him on the way, as well as the various items that he did not need to carry and could be bought along the way. I have to say that the carefulness of a girl is something that a man can never match.

It's not that he hasn't been far away, it's just that in this era, going up the canal is really a very new thing for Chu Feng.

In this era, the steam engine had not yet been invented, and the operation of the ship basically relied on wind power and manpower. It's just that the canal is different from the ocean after all, although the wind is there, but not much, so the boat they take has to be dragged by a slender man from time to time.

Chu Feng looked at it from the deck and always felt a little uncomfortable. After all, in the era of a thousand years later, although there are not people with such heavy physical strength, it is difficult to see them directly with their eyes, let alone running around for themselves. They were bleeding and sweating under the boat, and they were drinking tea on the boat, this feeling, Chu Feng was not able to adapt to it for a while, and the guilt in his heart was always there, and it was difficult to dissipate it.

"Chu Langjun hasn't walked much on the waterway. In fact, there is no need to worry too much, these slender men, if they didn't really have food to eat at home, they wouldn't have come to do such a thing. It's hard work, but it's a lot of money, and it's a kind of compensation. Otherwise, they won't even be able to get this wage, and I'm afraid the whole family will go hungry. The boat boss smiled at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng listened and nodded slightly. I can't help but regret that if I knew some related technologies, I might be able to invent something and help these people a little. It's a pity that in addition to calligraphy and painting, I know very few things, technical talents can't do it, and invention and creation are really unrealistic.

Just looking at the slender man for a while, Chu Feng couldn't help but think of the famous oil painting "The Slender Man on the Volga River" in later generations, and his heart couldn't help but move, a little itchy, and he went back to the room to play with the pen.

It's true that I haven't painted oil painting for a long time, and I only learned it for exams, so I don't like it very much. But Chu Feng also had to admit that the charm of the West in the light and shadow of oil painting is indeed incomparable to that of Eastern paintings.

In fact, the examination of the art academy in later generations is also funny, even if the examination is a major in Chinese painting, the subject of the examination is inseparable from oil paint. Even the examination subjects are blindly Westernized, and it is no wonder that Chinese painting is declining day by day.

If you really judge from the perspective of liking, Chu Feng can't say that he particularly likes the realist painting school of "The Slender Man on the Volga". He prefers the bright light and shadow of the Impressionists, although there is always a faint sadness under that brightness, but in Chu Feng's opinion, that is the real charm.

In contrast, the things of the realist school are often too heavy, especially the painting "The Slender Man on the Volga", as if a huge weight is pressed on the chest, almost breathless.

I just suddenly remembered that I hadn't painted oil painting for too long, so I couldn't help but have some itchy hands. Chu Feng went back to his cabin, closed the door, figured out some colors, thought about it, picked a short wolf hair similar to an oil paintbrush, and made do with painting on the silk cloth.

When Fan Qiubai knocked on the door and entered, Chu Feng was secretly painting.

"Huh? Is Chu Langjun painting? Can I sit by? Fan Qiubai's eyes were bright and sincere, and it was difficult for people to refuse, "What is Chu Langjun painting again?" It looks a little strange. ”

"Uh......" Chu Feng had just typed the draft with a short wolf hair, and at this time, seeing Fan Qiubai come in, it was as if he had been caught doing something bad, and he was slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, can't you see it? I'm so sorry, I'm going out. Fan Qiubai saw Chu Feng's face change slightly, thinking that Chu Feng didn't like to be watched when he was painting, so he hurriedly got up, blushed slightly, and lowered his eyes and walked out.

"No," Chu Feng hurriedly got up, caught up two steps, and hesitated, "What I want to draw...... How to put it, it may be a little strange. Fan Niangzi, don't laugh at me. ”

Fan Qiubai's expression immediately became lively, his cheeks flushed peachy, and he raised his head and looked at Chu Feng with bright eyes: "Chu Langjun's painting skills are so powerful, how can he laugh at you!" I'm just afraid you won't let me in! ”

Chu Feng's heart jumped suddenly by these eyes, he turned around in a little panic, took a deep breath secretly, and then smiled: "Okay, but the things I drew may be strange, don't tell the teacher." I'm afraid the teacher will beat me up when he sees it. ”

"What's that scary?" Fan Qiubai giggled, "I think Mr. Cheng Yuan has a good temper, he always smiles, and he is not as scary as you and the third brother said." ”

Chu Feng said with a smile: "The teacher is kind to women and fierce to men. Especially when dealing with a disciple like me, once he does something wrong, he will be scolded seriously, and he will not leave any affection. ”

Fan Qiubai covered his mouth and chuckled, his body shaking lightly because of the laughter. The feeling was like morning dew falling on a delicate flower branch, causing the flower branch to tremble slightly. It seems to have a thin halo all around it, and it is very moving.

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, then hurriedly came back to his senses and put pen to paper again.

The pen and ink fell on the silk silk and made a very small and almost non-existent sound, Chu Feng could feel Fan Qiubai's exhalation behind him, the slight heat and breath, gently turning around next to his right ear, as if it was light.

A trace of vague fragrance lingered around the body, not incense, nor rouge, but a faint and beautiful breath on the girl's body, like the suffragette of smoke on the water, tugging at Chu Feng's heartstrings from time to time.