The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp.

Liu Zhengqing went out early in the morning to sweep the tomb, and when he returned to Hangzhou, it was not yet noon.

There was nothing to do, and the ink painting meeting held by the Fan family was about to start again, so Liu Zhengqing did not go home and came straight to Chu Feng.

Seeing that the door of the storefront in front of him was locked, Liu Zhengqing turned to the backyard to knock on the door, but did not get any answer for a while.

Shouted twice, still the same.

Liu Zhengqing was very puzzled, thinking that Chu Feng had obviously made an appointment with him to go to the Ink Society together, but what happened when he was not at home now? Could it be that I went first? Or maybe you went out to buy something? Do you need me to wait here for him a while?

After wandering in front of the door a few times, Liu Zhengqing felt that waiting for this kind of thing was really boring, so he simply relied on his own tall horse, and actually took a dismounted stone to step on, and went straight to the wall to climb in.

When he landed, there was a light rain and no dust, Liu Zhengqing looked left and right, and saw that there was no one around, so he opened his mouth again and called "Brother Chu", but still no one answered.

The stables were empty, and so was the small courtyard, except for the light rain falling on the stones of the well, which was wet and reflected in the cold light.

Liu Zhengqing touched the back of his head, confessed his guilt, and went into the house to take a look, but he didn't expect that as soon as he walked in, he was startled.

saw Chu Feng lying on the ground in his coat, not knowing his life or death.

"Brother Chu!"

Liu Zhengqing was startled, and hurriedly rushed forward to help, grabbing Chu Feng's shoulder and shaking it a few times before he realized that something was wrong.

I thought the other party was suffering from some kind of acute illness, look at it like this...... It's obviously a drunken body, and I've drunk too much......

Chu Feng muttered a few words at this time, clicked his lips, and said inarticulately: "Good wine!" ”

Liu Zhengqing's complexion changed rapidly, and he was very good-looking.

Seeing the two empty wine jugs next to him, Liu Zhengqing picked it up and shook it, sniffed it, couldn't help but sigh and shake his head, and said with a smile: "A half-old teenager actually learns to drink?" Drink it, this light as water beauty drunk can also make you drunk like this, if you have some serious 800 Yanghe wine, wouldn't you be 'drunk for a long time'? ”

Beauty drunk is a famous wine in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the wine is light, but because the spring water is excellent, so there is a slight sweetness, it is a little sweet and easy for the daughters' families to get together and joke often like to drink. Yanghe wine and beauty drunk are from the same place, and the spring water obtained is the spring water of the beauty spring outside Suzhou. But the same out and different phases, the beauty is drunk very light and sweet, and the Yanghe wine is extremely cold and spicy, which can be described as two extremes.

Chu Feng doesn't know how to drink, and although he secretly drank some beer after a thousand years, he was drunk as soon as he drank it, and he didn't feel anything good. Yesterday, on a whim, I spent 20 yuan to make two pots of wine, and I didn't feel that there was any strong taste when I drank it, so I sipped it as a drink, but I didn't expect to fall asleep directly on the ground after a while, and now Liu Zhengqing picked up the joke.

Liu Zhengqing hugged Chu Feng to the bed, looking at this guy's rare naivety, he felt a little funny, and thought: This young man is too light, although he treats people warmly, making people feel like a spring breeze, but there is always a light taste like water in his bones. is still so drunk and unconscious, so that some of the youthful thoughts can be revealed.

Touching his forehead, seeing that Chu Feng did not catch a cold, Liu Zhengqing relaxed slightly. patted Chu Feng's face and called twice, but there was no reaction, Liu Zhengqing was helpless, looked around and found a towel, went outside to fetch a bucket of well water, got wet, and prepared to use this method to call Chu Feng up.

Thinking of some teasing, Liu Zhengqing smiled, held the wet towel and walked into the house, and when he passed by the desk, his eyes caught a glimpse of the thing above, and he couldn't help but be stunned there.

Hurriedly stepped forward to see, this is an ink landscape, it seems to be the scene of the West Lake? Yes, this lake and mountains look very familiar, it should be the scene on the side of the broken bridge. After all, in the city of Hangzhou, there are many painters who have painted such scenes, but this one seems to be different...... What's the difference?

Liu Zhengqing doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting, but after all, he lives in such an elegant era, and he is a reader, although he has not studied it, he also understands something. At this time, he frowned slightly and took a closer look, just thinking about something, and was surprised to realize that he was still holding a wet and cold towel in his hand, and the water droplets on the towel almost dripped on the picture scroll.

This couldn't help but surprise Liu Zhengqing, and hurriedly threw the towel aside, rubbing his wet hands on his clothes, for fear of splashing droplets of water on the painting.

This painting ...... Liu Zhengqing observed for a moment, and finally recognized the difference. It turned out to be the smell of the mist! In this painting, it is clearly the West Lake in the rain, the lake is shrouded in a thin layer of mist, and the distant mountains are shrouded in mist, which is not real. Everything is like a smoke cage and cold water, faint, shallow, misty, as if the face of the beauty is covered with a thin layer of colored veil, not only does not make people feel boring, but more and more seductive, until I want to reach out and open the curtain of smoke and rain, see the beautiful scenery.

Who drew this picture?

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Zhengqing's heart skipped two beats.

He looked at Chu Feng in fright, who was still asleep and didn't wake up.

I've heard that he can paint before, but it's always been a simple talk, and I haven't paid attention to it. After all, it's easy to get started with painting, but it's extremely difficult to get results. Even I can doodle myself, and it's not a lie to say that I "can paint" when chatting with others. However, Chu Feng ......

Could it really be that he painted it?

If not him, who else could it be?

Liu Zhengqing swallowed a mouthful of spit, and looked around in a little panic.

On the ground, there are empty wine jugs that are crooked and brushes thrown aside. On the table, there are paperweights on the two corners of the scroll, and inkpools that have dried up but are especially inkstained. Looking at Chu Feng carefully, even his right cuff had some ink color left......

Who else could it be but him?

Liu Zhengqing heard his heartbeat tight, and then tight, his mouth and tongue were dry, and his expression was complicated.

This...... What's it called?

He took two steps forward suddenly, wanting to wake up Chu Feng and ask carefully.

But as soon as his hand was stretched out, Liu Zhengqing suddenly thought of something and hesitated.

According to Chu Feng's temperament, he may admit it generously, but with a shallow temperament, he may not agree to exhibit this painting at the ink painting meeting, right? If I secretly take this painting myself, I am afraid it will cause quite a lot of waves. At that time, Chu Feng's painting materials will become famous in Hangzhou City, and it should be just around the corner!

Thinking of this, Liu Zhengqing couldn't help but feel a little moved. The fingers that were withdrawn couldn't help but hook lightly, and their hearts were itchy, slightly nervous and a little excited.

It's a pity that there is no payment! Although the Chu brothers are learning to engrave, they don't seem to have a signature seal that belongs to him Chu Feng alone...... And if he helps Chu Feng to settle the money, I am afraid that this painting will lose a lot of color. What should I do?

Liu Zhengqing couldn't think of an answer for a while, so he simply gave up. stepped forward and carefully rolled up the picture scroll, and found the "Beijing Wine Post", looked at the light rain outside, and sealed both of them with a barrel box that could protect him from the rain, and then hugged it to his chest. Holding an umbrella, he glanced back at Chu Feng, who was still asleep, and left with a smile.

"Brother Chu, since you left such a picture scroll for me with a big grin, I will be disrespectful!"

Liu Zhengqing muttered in a low voice, and then laughed again.

It attracted the sideways of pedestrians on the road.

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Sissy? Are you here to attend the Ink Painting Society? Do you have any works to exhibit? ”

When Liu Zhengqing arrived at Fan's Calligraphy and Painting Shop, there were not too many people who came to participate in the Ink Painting Society.

"Yes." Liu Zhengqing smiled, "Two pieces." One is a person, and the other is a treasure of the calligraphy and painting shop. ”

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"Little lady, what are you thinking about here in a daze?"

In the past few days, the Fan family has been busy, and even the little girl Feibai has been busy, getting up early and going to bed late every day, and thin dark circles have appeared under a pair of eyes.

The group was on their way home from sweeping the grave, and the cars and horses were noisy.

Fan's ancestral house is not in Hangzhou, so sweeping the tomb is simply to worship the ancestors outside the city, and perform some etiquette facing the northwest where the ancestral house is located, and chat for comfort.

Although this coming and going is simple, the Langjun and the lady at home travel, even if they are simple in battle, there are many things to prepare.

Feibai was instructed and instructed by the older grandmothers, for fear that the rainy day would be cold and wet, and his little lady would have rebirth symptoms, and then the gains would outweigh the losses.

At this time, Feibai yawned, looked at Fan Qiubai who was looking at the outside stupidly, and stuffed a hand stove into Fan Qiubai's arms.

Fan Qiubai was slightly startled, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the extra things in his hand: "When is this happening, and you still use a hand stove?" It's a plain joke. ”

"Who dares to laugh at my lady!" As soon as Feibai heard this, he came to his senses, stretched his neck, and clenched his little pink fist angrily, "Whoever dares to laugh at him, Feibai will beat him into minced meat!" ”

This incident itself has some anecdotes, mostly related to Fan Qiubai's weak body when he was a child and was ridiculed by his original relatives of the same age. Feibai remembered it in his heart, and the protector was heartbroken, and when he heard this, he was like a fried kitten, cute and "terrible".

Fan Qiubai couldn't help laughing, persuaded her a few words, and thought that he should never mention this kind of thing again. So he bypassed the topic, pointed to the clouds and mist in the mountains in the distance outside, and said, "Didn't you ask me what I was doing?" I'm looking at those clouds. My grandfather's penmanship is based on clouds and mist, and I don't know when I'll learn it! Or...... Like my father said, I am a woman, and I have no furrows in my chest, and I can't learn it in my life. ”

Feibai saw that Fan Qiubai was starting to be crazy again, and even began to feel sad, and hurriedly persuaded: "Don't worry, little lady!" How old are you? Those big men outside may not be able to reach your current skills in a lifetime! ”

"Hmm." Fan Qiubai thought about the half of the "Sitting Alone in the Stream" picked up at home, thinking about the clouds and mist that had a lot of flavor in it, and couldn't help but be moved: I really want to ask that person for advice!