Liu Sanbian regards play as the source of art, and uses his unique wisdom to add luster to the world of Liyuan, and naturally his life is also colorful.

On the afternoon of Qingming Day, Liu Sanbian and his entourage left plenty of time for making zuò colored clay paintings. They didn't take the picnic at noon as fun, but hastily coped with it and walked deeper into the garden.

The clay painting field can be lively, there are those who sketch the landscape on the ground, there are those who paint the scenery on the paper, and there are those who carve dragons and phoenixes on the stone pillars.

The owner has always been generous and bold, and this time is even more so, she said to the owner of the clay painting shop: "The clay used by these people is recorded in my account, and I will finally settle the bill and pay." ”

These people are not polite, others buy a fist-sized piece of colored clay as if cherishing gold, they are like hungry for eight lifetimes, the first time they see food, the big mountain is built on the small mountain, the small hill is built into a big mountain, and the owner of the colored clay painting field is very happy.

Liu Sanbian has no interest in colored clay painting, he sits on the railing made of long stones, his feet can't be placed on the ground, he simply puts his feet on the long stone, his back against the vertical stone pillar, but leisurely.

The owner of the museum held the colored clay like a hill in his left hand, and pinched a piece of mud with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and when Wu Ji was unprepared, he suddenly stuck it on the bridge of Wu Ji's nose, Wu Ji "ah", and did not chase after it, but smiled, pretending to hate, took the colored clay from the bridge of his nose, and put the colored clay together, bent his knees slightly, and said coquettishly: "Thank you!" ”

The pavilion owner looked back at Wu Ji, pointed his finger at Liu Sanchang, and pouted. Wu Ji understood, nodded and smiled and gave a thumbs up.

A little girl ran over to Wu Ji and whispered in her ear: "Sister Wu, if the owner of the hall is spoken, no one is allowed to peep, each according to his feelings." When you're done, whatever your clay painting is, it has to be put together. ”

After Wu Ji nodded, she glanced at Liu Sanchang's back and waved her hand to let the little girl leave.

One of them is directly opposite Liu Sanchang, and the other is behind him, each showing his painting skills.

After about a cup of tea, Wu Ji gave a thumbs up to the pavilion owner, and the hall owner responded with the same action. They all stretched their waists and widened their chests. Simply tidy up your clothes and let the dough dry a little.

The others saw that the owner of the hall and Wu Ji had finished their work, and they also stepped up their efforts. Because these people don't have a special task, they play very casually, and they are particularly good at fighting. Fortunately, with their deposits, the painting field is like a place to play.

Liu Sanbian sat for a long time, and he was not very comfortable, he went down to the ground and stood for a moment. Walk towards Wu Ji.

"Don't come here, don't leak the secret of heaven!" Wu Ji held her slender jade hand to stop Liu San from changing lanes.

What kind of genius is there, pretending to be a ghost, Liu San changed his mind. It's just a way to wander around, and I think it's going to happen, you just beg me, and I don't necessarily have a glance.

Liu San's expression changed. He turned around and walked towards the owner of the flower pavilion, who was exactly the same as Wu Ji.

It's not sick, it's a contagion! Liu San changed when he felt bored. The little girl beckoned to Liu Sanchang and shouted, "Master, come and see my paintings!" ”

Liu Sanbian walked over, in fact, this little girl is Wu Ji, who is one size younger, and she is also very smart and delicate, she is a rare and manufacturable material, and she is the smallest training object selected by Liu Sanbian. The well-behaved little girl ran over to greet Liu Sanchang, holding his arm, walking, jumping, they were like a pair of brothers and sisters, no, more like father and daughter.

"Master, how's it going?" The little girl asked, pointing to the painting on the paper on the floor.

Liu Sanbian squatted down, watched carefully, and then changed to a nearby direction to watch, he gave the little girl a thumbs up, then pulled her to his side, squatted down, patted her young shoulder affectionately, and praised: "Wonderful, wonderful, so imaginative!" ”

The little girl listened to Liu Sanbian's evaluation, and she was quite proud, and her proud appearance was cute.

Who is Liu Sanbian, the art leader of the flower house, a magical character who turns stones into gold, with a reputation like thunder, and can be praised by him, it is naturally a blessing for three lives, and the opportunity is difficult again. Therefore, Liu Sanchang's praise naturally attracted beauties and other people who played. They are all like-minded people, so they still have some interest in painting. Among the viewers, there are those who are amazed and those who are not impressed.

Wu Ji looked back and forth according to Liu Sanchang's viewing angle, shook her head, and turned her head to walk to her painting.

The owner of the museum seems to have discussed with Wu Ji, the same viewing angle, the same facial expression, the same way of leaving, and even the same place.

Liu Sanbian felt a little strange, why did these two big beauties bully a little beauty, and they also had to collude, damnable, really hateful! He thought about it, no, no, it's too wrong, could it be that their appreciation ability can be so bad, he nodded heavily, there must be something weird, definitely!

Liu Sanbian looked at the little girl who was pouting, and comforted: "They have eyes without beads and lack the ability to appreciate, the master says that good is good, don't pay attention to them." ”

The little girl was a little unconvinced, ran over to look at Wu Ji's paintings, Wu Ji quickly covered the painting with thick paper, ran over and took the little girl's hand, shook it a few times, and scraped her high upturned mouth with the crooked middle finger of her right hand: "You can hang the red lantern, why don't you have confidence in yourself?" ”

"Aren't you and the owner beating me?" The little girl still didn't smile, looked up at Wu Ji pitifully, and said coquettishly, "Sister, what's going on?" Please! ”

The owner came over and said to everyone, "I'll evaluate the little girl's paintings!" ”

The little girl was not happy, pouting, and looking unhappy, it seemed clear that she disdained to let the owner of the museum evaluate it.

As soon as the owner of the hall said this, Wu Ji laughed indulgently, took the little girl into his arms, and said intermittently: "Good, very good, looking at the landscape painting scroll with mountains and rivers, looking at it horizontally, it is a towering tree like a dragon, with lush branches and leaves, which is gratifying!" ”

The little girl looked at the master who was nodding, and saw the owner holding a thumbs up high, and the applause of everyone, she was so excited that tears fell.

The little girl wiped a handful of tears, and with the support of Liu Sanbian, she stood on the long stone railing, and said immaturely: "I also want to make them ugly, they are the owner of the flower hall and the big beauty Wu Ji, please put their paintings together." ”

The audience is very strange, the little girl has such a big courage, she orders all hot stars, and the audience is surprisingly popular.

People who are familiar with the origin of the little girl also discussed it one after another, and turned out the history of her life: "She was bought by the owner of the museum, which is equivalent to the adopted daughter of the owner of the museum." ”

The audience's love was ignited by the little girl at once, and everyone cheered, roared, and demanded, so lively.

Many people in the crowd were conquered by the beauty of Wu Ji and the owner of the museum, and they especially wanted to see the creative power of these two people who came to Meng'er and the exquisite artistic conception of Cheng Dù. (To be continued......)