"The world has changed, and now, even foreigners can paint our Chinese New Year paintings." Jiang Shan curled up on the stool behind the stall, crossed his arms, tucked his hands into his cuffs, and sucked the frozen snot bubbles.

"It's not bad that you can paint, it's just that you don't adapt to the soil and water, people here like scene painting, you just want to paint people, naturally not many people like it," Jiang Bin flipped through a few paintings on the stall, tilted his head and commented, "This idol painting sells well in the south, but this is the north, and the customs are different, Dad, have you heard the story of the southern orange and the northern orange......"

Jiang Shan sighed, his face was very disdainful, "I love to buy it or not, I still rarely see these laymen appreciate my paintings, if it weren't for their livelihood, who would be willing to paint these things." ”

"You know it's good to make a living," Jiang Bin sighed and shook his head, a child about ten years old, but his face was full of maturity that did not match his age at all, "If you can't sell it, go home early, the sun will set in another hour, and now it's getting dark early." ”

After speaking, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Jiang Shan from behind, "It's all this time, where are you going?" ”

"I had someone help me get a part-time job."

Jiang Shan was a little anxious, "What about books, you have to study hard, how can you ...... at a young age?"

"The academy has already taken annual leave, it's been a few days, do you know now?" Jiang Bin sighed, and under his father's somewhat embarrassed gaze, he walked forward along the street.

***

Although he said that he didn't care about business, when business came to the door, Jiang Shan was still diligent. The child was attracted by the characters of different shapes and appearances, and pointed to the New Year's pictures and muttered in his mouth for a long time, but whenever his mother took a step, she opened her mouth and cried, so the woman had to stop and ask Jiangshan for the price.

"It's all this time, you give twenty wen, and take three with you." Jiang Shan didn't dare to say that the price was too high.

"Otherwise, it's just to buy it for the children to play with," said the woman, rummaging through the New Year's paintings, "and they're all weird, and some of them are weird and scary." ”

Jiang Shan accompanied the smiling face, "This is very fashionable in the south, I have been in Yangzhou, and the people there like this kind of painting, unlike those who copy the paintings of foreigners, neither Chinese nor Western, and there is no New Year's atmosphere at all." ”

"But these gods and goddesses are strange, afraid to go home and scare the children," the woman's hand suddenly stopped, and her eyes blinked, looking at the New Year's picture that was pressed at the bottom, and picked it up and looked at it carefully. The person in the painting is an old woman in her late teens, with fair skin, crooked eyebrows and eyes, and symmetrical laugh lines extending outward on the eyes, nose and lips, which is very friendly. But she had two buns on her head, tied with red ropes, and she was dressed as a little girl who had not yet reached her prime. She was wearing a fuchsia embroidered yellow flowered shirt with large sleeves and a pale green skirt, with bright colors, which was extremely incommensurate with her age.

The old woman was holding a scroll with the words "A Mass of Harmony" written on it, which fit her image very well.

"What kind of character is this old lady, she looks like a kind ......"

Before the little woman finished speaking, the New Year's painting in her hand had been snatched away by the child who had just turned one year old on her back, and her white fat fingers were dotting on the painting, and her mouth made a "haha" laugh.

"I don't know the allusion to this old lady, but I only saw it in the south, so I described it myself," Jiang Shan laughed, "but it can make the child laugh, I think it is because of the good face." ”

"That'...... That's it," the little woman was also amused by the child's laughter, and after putting down the eight cents, she was about to leave with the child, but she didn't have time to dodge after turning around, and bumped into a young girl, and the roasted sweet potato in the girl's hand was coldly knocked out of the air, but fortunately, she was neat, and she grabbed it in mid-air, and held the half-eaten sweet potato in her hand again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The little woman was busy making amusements, but the child holding the New Year's painting behind her was amused by the girl's appearance of grabbing sweet potatoes, and "giggled" again.

"It's okay." Sang patted the injured shoulder, lowered his head and took a bite on the sweet potato, then looked at Jiang Shan's stall, "Yo, all the gods and goddesses have gathered here." ”

"Sister." The child stretched out his other hand to grab Sang's braid, but he was quickly stopped by his lameness.

"The tiger's tail can't be touched, the little baby doesn't understand, go home quickly." When he saw that the child was born cutely, he felt a little pity, looked at the child's back and muttered, "This child was born so well, he is fat for nothing." ”

"It's a good birth, like a doll on a New Year's painting."

Someone next to him answered, Mu Cripple turned his head, and saw that it was Baotian who spoke, and the person standing behind him was Zhao Zimai, who he hadn't seen for a few days.

Because the servants of the Zhao family had been angry with their grandfather and grandson for many days, Mu Cripple saw Zhao Zimai, but his tone was also light, and he called "Lord Zhao", instead of being called "Zhao Gongzi".

Zhao Zimai naturally knew what he was angry about, so he stepped forward with a smile, stood beside Sang, and asked knowingly, "Look at the New Year's paintings?" ”

Sang is not as angry as Mu Cripple, it has always been not very concerned about personnel, I don't know if it is because it doesn't understand or is open-minded, so when he heard Zhao Zimai ask himself, he pointed to the stack of New Year's paintings and said, "These paintings are interesting, they are full of gods from all walks of life." ”

Zhao Zimai was not angry at all when he saw it, but he was relieved and said, "The New Year is to have a happy and auspicious picture, and if you hang the fairy picture in the house, you can get its shade." ”

Sang sneered, "Every household hangs one, can these immortals bless it?" ”

Jiang Shan stretched his neck and listened for a long time, and now he hurriedly interjected, "It's not that I'm bragging, I'm Jiang Shan, who has studied painting for many years, and I'm also a serious painter." Now because of the livelihood force, I have to make New Year's pictures for a living. That general New Year's paintings can't compare to my paintings, don't believe it, you go to other stalls to take a look, what kind of things they painted, if the gods in the sky know that they are painted like this, they are angry, who will they bless? ”

"But aren't you copying these paintings?" Zhao Zimai pursed his lips and smiled, "I have seen these idol pictures in the south, and they are similar to those you have drawn. ”

"Childe's words are not right," Jiang Shan was a little discouraged by him, but his mouth was still hard, "As the saying goes, 'the slightest difference is a thousand miles', and this is especially true when painting, such as the eyes of these gods, the weight of the stroke is known." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the "Lord Ma" next to him: "My lord, look, the characters I painted are vivid, and even my son said that after looking at these portraits for a long time, he will feel as if the people in the paintings are about to come out." ”