Blessing the God of Wealth, the God of Wenxing, and the descendants of Niangniang, in addition to the few pictures that Lord Zhao named and wanted, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Zhusheng Niangniang, and Lu Dongbin are also liked by the old people, presumably the old queen mother in the palace should also love these. As for Guan Yunchang, who is righteous and thin, the four generals of the demon family still forget it, the old man may not like it, and if he frightens the princess and grandson, he and his father will be in big trouble.

Jiang Bin repeatedly considered the improved paintings, picked left and right, and finally selected a dozen of them that he thought were suitable. He pursed his mouth and scratched his head: It would be nice if there were more, if these paintings were valued by that father-in-law, they would definitely pay a lot of money, so not to mention that this year is down, even next year will be enough. Further, if there is really a New Year's picture that really enters the eyes of the old queen mother, my father will not have to worry about his livelihood in the future.

Jiang Bin held up his chin, his eyes were brightened by the oil lamp on the table, and he remembered that there was also a New Year's painting, in which the person in the painting was a kind old woman with squinting eyes and smiling, holding a banner with auspicious words in her hand, which looked very festive. He vaguely remembered that this painting was found in a shop when the father and son traveled to Yangzhou, and the shopkeeper of the shop couldn't tell who the old lady was, only that it should be a fairy, bless the family with peace and joy in the coming year.

Jiang Bin examined the New Year's painting on the table again, yes, he remembered that his father had also painted this old woman after he came back, but the old man's original appearance was painted by him a little seriously, and he did not draw the childishness on her old face. Therefore, after he couldn't change it, he tore up the picture that his father had painted, and made a new one according to the old woman in his memory.

He was very satisfied with the painting, and felt that it was better than the one in Yangzhou, and his demeanor was much more agile, especially the eyes, which should be full of wind and frost, but there was innocence inside, just like a half-grown child living in the old lady's body.

"It looks like someone else bought the painting." Jiang Bin thought for a while, and finally re-laid the paper, laid out the required paints one by one, and started painting again.

Hair bun, clothing, posture, expression...... He remembered even the black narrow-toed shoes she was wearing, so it didn't take much effort to draw them. To be a good painter, a good memory is also indispensable, and Ehama is very confident that he can make another painting that is exactly the same, and he will never be half a point away from the first one.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, and the two eyes that had just been drawn seemed to move, as if they were smiling.

Jiang Bin was stunned for a moment, and the tip of the pen almost clicked, but fortunately, he controlled himself in time, and after laughing dryly, he rubbed his eyes.

"What do you think? Do you still think that you are a monk Zhang, the finishing touch, and the dragon will ride the clouds to the sky? He didn't think much about it, but continued to paint earnestly, and in the midst of repeated yawns, he finally finished the painting.

"Alright."

Jiang Bin pinched the two corners of the New Year's painting and put it in front of him, and he was very satisfied, because when he looked at the person in the painting, he felt that she was also looking at him, and even about to come out of the painting.

"Old man, this time I want to borrow your hand, if you can really be favored by the Queen Mother, my father and son can get rid of poverty from now on, then I will definitely enshrine your portrait, and the incense will continue."

Before the words fell, a yawn couldn't help slipping out of his mouth, Jiang Bin felt as if there were two pieces of iron pressed on his eyelids, which were extremely heavy, he put down the painting, nodded his head a few times, and thought about sending these paintings and pens back to his father's house quickly, but his body was no longer obedient, his head drooped, and he fell asleep on his arm.

When people are sleepy, they sleep extra sweetly, so when they hear someone call their name, Jiang Bin can't wake up from his dream for a while. In the dream, he took his father's hand and came to the palace, where the people were all born well, he had seen those painters copy the portraits of the people in the palace, he didn't really see it, but found that these people are more beautiful than in the painting, brocade rosaline, ring Ding Dong, beautiful eyebrows, phoenix eyes, jade cheeks and cherry lips, just like the daughter of the fairy in the sky.

In the middle of a group of beauties, there sat an old lady with a long face, fair skin, whiter than the young women around her, and a black mole at the corner of her mouth, not angry and arrogant. Jiang Bin knew that person was the Queen Mother, so he quickly pulled Jiang Shan to kneel down together, and after three bows, he trembled and shouted "Queen Mother Wanfu", and he never dared to raise his head again.

"You're Jiangbin? Did you draw these paintings? ”

When he heard the voice of the old lady, he was a little confused for a while: how did she know that this painting was made by herself, and even her father didn't know about it. But lying in front of the Queen Mother, it is a sin to lose his head, compared to Jiang Shan's face, which is more important, he still understands in his heart.

So his heart was crossed, he knocked his head on the ground a few times, "The Queen Mother forgives the sins, the Queen Mother forgives the sins, these paintings were originally made by me, my father doesn't know at all, please punish me if the Queen Mother wants to punish me......"

"Riverside."

"Hey." He answered, and at the same time saw a white mist tumbling on the ground, like the rolling waves of the sea.

"Riverside."

The voice called him again, was it a dream? It must have been, and now, when the dream is finally about to wake up, when he opens his eyes, he will find that he is still sitting at home, and all this has never happened.

"Riverside."

Jiang Bin struggled with all his strength to finally open his eyes, he thought that what he saw with his eyes would be an oil lamp that was about to go out and the New Year's pictures on the table that were full of them, but he was wrong. He saw an old woman with two buns tied with red rope tied around her head, dressed in a rich and colorful gown, and the black shoes on her feet were pointed and hanging downward.

It's the old woman on the New Year's painting, the old woman he painted with his own hands. Only now, she was no longer a painting, she was alive, her body hovering above his body, less than two feet away from him.

"Riverside." The brightly painted lips moved, and the shriveled mouth and the hot red were not commensurate, and when the missing teeth inside were exposed, Jiang Bin couldn't help but shiver and almost screamed.

"How did you live?" He blurted out the question he wanted to ask the most.

The old woman didn't answer, Jiang Bin just wanted to ask again, but his heart suddenly moved. He saw a little red on the old woman's eyebrows, which at first was only the size of a needle, but soon it spread away and turned into a drop of blood.