Ancient Street, No. 32!

This is a century-old shop.

The name of the store is simple, with a small plaque next to it that says 'Gallery'.

Decades ago, it was very famous throughout the ancient town, and countless dignitaries came here every day to spend a lot of money on paintings.

It's just because the master inside is handsome, real, and lifelike.

But......

With the development of science and technology,

With the advent of cameras, camcorders, and mobile phones, the demand for portraits is decreasing.

Until modern times, the entrance of this gallery has long been crowded and no one has patronized.

Even the coachman, when he saw the No. 32 storefront, was full of puzzlement......

"Sir, there is a very good photography studio here, which is more realistic than this portrait, and it is guaranteed to be the same as your appearance, and it is cheaper to take a picture...... Painting here is slow, the fee is expensive, and it is not cost-effective! ”

According to his own thoughts, the coachman kindly persuaded Ye Bei.

"Get out of the car!"

Ye Bei didn't explain much, just spit out two words lightly.

"Yes, sir!"

The coachman is no longer verbose, knowing that talking too much will be annoying, and there are indeed some people who like to paint on paper, that kind of art, the coachman feels that he will not be able to appreciate it in his life.

The car is parked.

Pay!

The coachman walked away quickly...... Soon, he met another guest, chatting with the guest enthusiastically, praising the beautiful environment of the ancient town, introducing the customs here, telling some small stories, chatting happily, as for Ye Bei, he has become a passerby in his life.

……

Ye Bei stood at the gate of No. 32 Ancient Street.

The old man with reading glasses didn't notice him at all, and was still painting seriously.

Ye Bei didn't bother.

With his hands behind his back, he stood behind him and watched quietly.

That painting is huge......

Inside are painted mountains, rivers, huts, and ancient trees!

The colors are bright and the color is soft.

When looking at this painting, Ye Bei felt that his state of mind became more and more peaceful......

It's just that the only thing that makes Ye Bei feel a little regretful is that the old man in front of him is not painting with ancient wool brushes, but using some of the latest pigments...... In these paintings, there seems to be some life and artistic conception missing.

Time passed quietly.

This stop in Yebei is two hours.

On the side of the street, passing by the tour, after a wave of passing.

Some people stopped, some people looked sideways.

However, those people may only be occasionally curious, stay for less than ten minutes, and then leave.

Three hours later!

It was getting dark...... As the sun sets, many lanterns are lit on both sides of the street, but they are no longer lit with candles, but with modern electric lights...... Compared with the silence of dusk in the past, the ancient town now seems to be completely reversed, and the more evening, the more tourists, and even more noisy and lively.

The old man painted, and finally painted a round of golden sun on the spring mountain, and then closed the brush.

Carefully lay out the paper and seal it with a tool.

Pushed the reading glasses at the corner of his eye......

Standing up, he stretched his waist, feeling that his body was now old, and his whole body was sore.

After a long time, he turned around, saw Ye Bei standing behind, and then saw the white-clothed ...... In the cloudy eyes, there was some surprise, and then full of vigilance.

"Sir, now that the gallery is closed, if you want to paint, please come back tomorrow!"

The voice was not polite at all.

After all, in the eyes of this old man, although Ye Bei was dressed retro, he was very young...... In this era, there are very few young people who come to paint, and it is better to close early and rest than to waste time with this young man.

"I'm not here to paint, I'm just here to appreciate paintings!"

Ye Bei's voice was flat, looking at the old man, from his outline, he saw a little familiarity.

If that's right...... This old man must be the descendant of the old man.

"Appreciation?" The old man was a little puzzled, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Then sir, you must have come to the wrong place!" We, the gallery, are only responsible for painting, not for appreciation...... If you want to appreciate the paintings, it is better to go to those knowledgeable experts! ”

"Don't you look at paintings?"

Ye Bei was still very indifferent, and when he spoke, he no longer paid attention to the old man, took a step, and walked directly towards the store.

"Sir, it's closed!" The old man stopped and hurriedly followed: "Sir, we are really closed today, I am old, I can't draw, if Mr. really wants to paint, come back tomorrow is ......"

Creak!

The voice fell.

A breeze blew.

The door to this gallery closed automatically.

Inside the gallery, a candle is lit, and the walls are covered with all kinds of paintings.

There are people, beasts, mountains, water, and all kinds of beautiful scenery!

When the old man chased after him, Ye Bei looked at the paintings, and then stopped.

Seeing that the old man still wanted to drive away......

Ye Bei then pushed the scroll in his hand away.

When the beautiful person in the painting was presented in front of the old man, his body paused directly......

Then, the body trembled violently, and the old eyes widened directly.

Hands tremble.

Unbeknownst to him, the ghost didn't know it, and he trembled forward to take over the painting.

Inside the gallery, silence was extreme.

The old man slowly spread out the painting...... Put the reading glasses back on, looked at it seriously, and a lot of mist gradually overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Yes!" It's really...... I really didn't expect that after so many years, I would have the opportunity to see this painting again...... This was the old man's dream! ”

The voice muttered, and when he said this, the old man's thoughts drifted far away.

"These are defective products, defective ......!"

In the gallery, a middle-aged man shredded pieces of drawing paper with an angry voice.

"Why, why can't I draw it anymore? I remember it very clearly......"

Inside the gallery, an old man with a hoarse voice and burning eyes.

"Xiao Gu, in my life, the most proud thing is that painting...... However, since then, no matter how much I recall or copy, I have never been able to make the same painting again! If I could, let me see that painting one more time, it would be worth it for the rest of my life! It was my most perfect and proudest work......"

In the gallery, two old men, sitting facing each other, the atmosphere is silent, and the sound is vicissitudes.

After a long time, this old man came back to his senses, and when he looked at Ye Bei, his eyes were hot.

"Sir...... Can you sell me this painting? Any condition will do. ”

He spoke slowly, full of anticipation.

When Ye Bei heard this, he looked away from the paintings on the wall and quietly looked at the old man in front of him......

"Wang Gu, how is your father?"

After a long time, Ye Bei slowly spoke, his voice was very low, with a lot of vicissitudes in it.

The old man was a little surprised.

He didn't understand why the young man in front of him knew his name, and he had the impression that he had never seen him!

…… Chirping!

And when Wang Gu was about to ask, the gallery, a small wooden door connecting the backyard, was suddenly pushed open.

An old man in a long cloth robe, with a head full of gray hair and a shaky figure, stood in the doorway...... All eyes are on Ye Bei!

(It's just one chapter now, I'm sorry, there are two more chapters today, and I'm still writing, and I'll send it around nine o'clock tomorrow morning...... In addition, ask for a recommendation ticket! ）