The market is bustling.

A beautiful scholar who sells paintings for a living stands in front of the desk, rolls up his sleeves, dips the tip of his pen in ink, and underdraws on rice paper, and a bright and vivid woman jumps on the paper.

"Huh? This little student, I don't know which girl the person in the painting is, and she looks so handsome. The man in a sky-blue robe stood for a long time until he put down his pen and asked.

"Three or two."

"You scholar, you're poor and crazy, aren't you?" The little guy next to the man was shocked and scolded, "My husband asked you, is it to lift ......."

"Eh, Hugh is rude." The man stopped the servant and took out three taels of silver and pressed them on the painting.

The scholar-like man took the money neatly, "Next door, Fenglin Evening Inn, this girl's name is Er Yueming." ”

"Er Yueming? Last name? The man frowned suspiciously, "But it's from a different country, and this name doesn't sound like a city man." ”

"If you ask again, you want to collect money."

The man choked, stopped asking, and was about to settle down in Fenglin at night, but the little guy also said in a weird way before leaving, "This scholar is not in the eyes of money, he is really poor!" ”

The scholar did not care about drying the painting.

When the two of them walked away, they felt a cigarette stick knocked on the top of their heads, frowning irritably, and their vigilance was really getting lower and lower recently.

Bad.

Yin Ming snorted coldly, "Okay, you rakshasa, you're addicted to pretending to be a scholar, aren't you, but the things in the building are pushed to me, and you are idle!" ”

Rakshasa calmly rolled up the painting in his hand and put it away, his voice was dumb, "Ling Wushang has returned to the building?" ”

As if he had been punctured, he glared at him viciously, and said angrily, "I'm talking about you touching the fish, if the master punishes you and relies on me, what are you doing without clothes?" ”

Rakshasa didn't answer, only lifted the painting basket, and handed the three taels of silver to the little girl selling flowers next door, "If your leg hurts, go grab some medicine, don't come again tomorrow." ”

The little girl was obviously stunned, the tip of her nose was red, she picked out a bunch of beautiful wildflowers from the back basket and handed it to Rakshasa, "Brother, this was picked in the back mountain earlier, it is very difficult to meet, you can keep it." ”

Rakshasa doesn't like these daughters' things very much, "You can keep it for yourself." ”

Then he walked away wrapped in a painting basket.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the figure is slender and straight.

Yin Ming dangled the golden cigarette stick, stared at his back, and read hatefully, "Hmph, this old ghost takes off his mask, and he really looks a little scholarly, so his voice has become better, and he is bluffing the little girl." ”

It should be the age of the uncle, and he dares to let people call his brother, and he is not ashamed.

The little girl who sold flowers looked at Yin Yin a few times, and then walked forward with a limp excitedly, "Sister Beauty, this bouquet of flowers was given to you by the scholar's brother, this is called Fulang Flower, it is beautiful." ”

Yin Ming glanced at her obliquely, and took the flower suspiciously, "He gave me?" ”

As if she had seen some natural opportunity, the little girl covered her mouth and snickered, "Brother Scholar never sells paintings, he comes at noon, stays for half an hour and leaves, I peeked a few times, the girl he paints every day looks exactly like his sister, you must be his sweetheart." ”

"This old ghost...... Painted ...... Painted ......"

Yin Ming choked for a long time, and didn't say a decent word.

He stomped his foot with a shameful face and stepped directly on the eaves, leaving only the crisp sound of the bell to gradually dissipate in the wind.

The little girl who sold flowers shook her head with a smile, glad that the scholar's brother was not unrequited after all, and when she packed up the basket, she turned over a silver ingot, and her eyes widened in surprise.

limped and ran to the intersection, but could only see a remnant of purple yarn disappearing by the eaves, "Sister Beauty......"

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