There are not many white clouds in the blue sky, the sun is hanging high, scattering soft and warm sunlight, in this is also the winter season, the weather is gradually getting a little colder, the sun has long lost the heat, and has become much softer and more docile.

On the hillside at the end of Qinjin Village, there is a very ordinary and old house, the front of the house is made of two-foot-high bamboo, which is simply enclosed into a somewhat large yard, and there is a crooked tree next to the house, which is also because of the winter, most of the leaves of the big tree have also fallen, and only some of them are still stubbornly holding on to the big tree and have not fallen.

"Oh, I'll go, Dabao, you can do it!" In front of the house, Liu Hao looked at Hu Dabao, who was holding an axe and splitting wood shirtless, looked at the strong muscles in his arm, and couldn't help but praise loudly.

"I'm just a rough man, and I don't know anything but strength." Stopping his movements, Hu Dabao gasped slowly, and smiled innocently on his face.

Lin Qing glanced at Liu Hao, who was dressed in a light blue robe, and pretended to be holding a paper fan in his hand, and said with some hesitation: "Oh, some people, it's winter now, and they still have a fan in their hands, and they are really not afraid of the cold!" ”

"Lin Qing, Liu Hao is a scholar, so he is naturally different from us." Hu Dabao smiled honestly.

Hearing this, Liu Hao's waist suddenly straightened a little, and the paper fan in his hand shook it, and it was immediately opened, slowly incited, and with the incitement of the paper fan, the cool breeze suddenly hit his face, and Liu Hao suddenly shivered.

Tilted his head and gave Hu Dabao a look, Liu Hao straightened his back, instigated the paper fan in his hand, and walked directly past Lin Qing handsomely, ignoring her very generously, and invisibly expressing his meaning, 'I don't know as much as you.' ’

Lin Qing was suddenly a little speechless, and secretly rolled his eyes. Then she looked at the shirtless Hu Dabao, and said with some concern: "Dabao, aren't you cold like this?" Stop chopping wood, go get dressed. ”

"It's not cold, I'm still a little hot, and these materials will be split soon." Hu Dabao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile. Although the weather was a little cold, he was sweating unconsciously because of his violent swing of the axe to chop wood.

Since he lived here, he has not been lazy at all, all day long, he will do whatever he wants, he is very diligent, Gong Qingyang also said about him, but he has always been like this.

Looking at that honest smiling face, Lin Qing didn't know what to say for a while.

During this time, Lin Qing and Liu Hao often came to play with Xu Siyu and met Hu Dabao, but Hu Dabao didn't play with them much, because he went to work as long as he was free, and he didn't play much for a day, which also made them a little helpless against him.

Lin Qing once asked him: "Dabao, aren't you tired of working like this every day?" Come play with us for a while, Dr. Gong didn't ask you to do this. ”

Hu Dabao smiled honestly and said: "Dr. Gong took me in, I can't eat his food for nothing, I have to do something, I can feel at ease, in fact, these are not tired at all, when I carry goods for people at the dock, it is much easier than those." ”

Hu Dabao finished chopping the last few pieces of wood, and then Gong Qingyang got some medicinal materials and came back, he went to help Gong Qingyang sort out the medicinal materials, and then put the sorted medicinal materials on the shelves in the yard and let the sun slowly dry them.

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Looking at the blank painting paper on the small table in front of him, there are more than a dozen neatly placed fine brushes for painting next to the drawing paper, and there are various colors of pigments on the side, Liu Hao is very satisfied, looking up at the house in front of him, a little pale yellow fallen leaves have fallen on the tiles of the house, and on the side of the house, Hu Dabao and Gong Qingyang are putting the medicinal herbs on the shelf and letting the sun dry them.

On the other side of the house, the crooked tree, most of the leaves have also fallen, under the big tree, Xiao Lin Xin sits on the swing, slowly swaying, and on her side, Dudu crawls on the bluestone ground, lazy sheep basking in the sun, slightly closed eyes, as if enjoying it. And Xu Siyu and Lin Qing were sitting on the stone bench next to the big tree, the two of them were smiling, chatting, and looking very happy.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Hao slowly closed his eyes, deeply remembered this scene in his mind, and then reached out and picked up the small brush on the side of the small table, dipped in a color of paint, and began to concentrate on slowly drawing......

Looking up at the scene in front of him, Liu Hao lowered his head again, holding the slender pen in his hand, dipped in some color, slowly moved the pen, and quickly sketched a slightly green line on the drawing paper, raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him carefully, and then lowered his head again and gently moved the pen, slowly drawing......

With his drawing, the blank drawing paper before, now it is gradually taking shape, Liu Hao put down the pen in his hand, and then picked up a clean small brush, lightly dipped the color, and painted, soon he put down the pen again, took another one, looked up at the scene in front of him, lowered his head and carefully drew again.

Xiao Lin Xin sat on the swing, swaying slowly, looking at Liu Hao who was not far away from time to time looking up at this side, she was a little curious, she wanted to know how the painting was, so she jumped off the swing and trotted over. Liu Hao told them in advance.

As soon as he picked up the other pen, Liu Hao just looked up to look at the scene in front of him, and saw Xiao Lin Xin running over, his brows were furrowed at the moment, and he put down the pen and walked over.

"Brother Liu Hao, let me see how the painting is." Xiao Lin Xin was stopped by Liu Hao as soon as he trotted over, and asked curiously.

Liu Hao's face was dark, and when he was painting, he was disturbed, a little unhappy, and said in a stern voice: "Go back and sit on the swing, otherwise Brother Liu Hao will be angry." ”

"I don't." Xiao Lin Xin was a little konjacon-chan and very curious, obviously not taking his threat seriously.

There is a special feeling when concentrating on painting, the most important thing is not to be distracted, once distracted, that feeling may disappear, but what Liu Hao didn't expect was that he would be distracted the next moment.

The painting was disturbed, Liu Hao was a little angry, looked at Xiao Lin Xin, who had some konkon sauce in front of him, reached out and patted her little buttocks twice, and shouted softly: "Go back quickly." ”

The little buttocks were slapped twice, Xiao Lin Xin suddenly withered a lot, looked at Liu Hao's somewhat angry expression, and returned to the swing a little unwillingly.

Feeling the soft touch just now, Liu Hao suddenly shook his head, didn't let himself think about this, returned to the small table, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, looking for the feeling of Gang, and after a while, he barely had a trace of feeling, and picked up the pen again and slowly traced...

Gradually, the paintings on the drawing paper began to be enriched, and when Liu Hao raised his head again, his brows furrowed again, because Gong Qingyang and Hu Dabao had already finished it, and sighed, Liu Hao could only recall the previous scene, and the scene he had recorded before, and slowly drew along with the scene of memory.

The cool wind blew the hair in front of Liu Hao's forehead, his handsome face was full of seriousness, and he kept slowly changing the pen, using different colors to describe the scene in front of him, with the passage of time, Liu Hao put down the pen in his hand, let out a long breath, and said: "Finally finished!" ”

Xiao Lin Xin sat on the swing, she was a little annoyed when she swayed, and when she heard Liu Hao's voice, she suddenly jumped off the swing, and couldn't wait to trot over, and said happily: "Let me see." ”

Xiao Lin happily trotted to the small table where Liu Hao was, because she was short and the small table was a little tall, she had to stand on tiptoe, looked at the words on the small table, and immediately exclaimed: "Ah? ”

Xu Siyu also heard Xiao Lin Xin's somewhat strange exclamation, took the lead in walking out, walked to the small table, raised his eyes, laughed out loud, and hurriedly covered his small mouth with his slender hand and smiled.

Gong Qingyang and Hu Dabao also walked over, looked at it, and smiled.

Lin Qing was a little puzzled, walked over slowly, looked at the painting on the small table, and suddenly his face turned dark, looked up at Liu Hao, and scolded: "Liu Hao, do you still want face?" ”

On the drawing paper on the small table, a picture is depicted, in the picture, an ordinary old house is depicted, some pale yellow fallen leaves have fallen on the tiles of the house, on the side of the house, Gong Qingyang and Hu Dabao are sorting out the medicinal materials, and on the other side of the house, the leaves of the crooked tree have also fallen most of them, under the big tree, Xu Siyu, who is dressed in gray and white clothes, sits on the swing, holding a simple medical book in his hand, and looks quietly. Xiao Lin Xin went to the other side and rode on the yellow-haired Dudu.

On the stone bench next to the big tree, Lin Qing was dressed in a white dress, and his head was gently leaning on Liu Hao, who was wearing a light blue robe beside him, his eyes were slightly closed, and he smiled lightly, as if he was very happy.

Liu Hao put one hand around her shoulder, with a soft smile on his face, and looked at her with a soft smile, and the scene was ambiguous for a while.

"I want to say, how did you draw yourself in?" Lin Qing was ashamed, annoyed and speechless, and at the same time asked with a little secret happiness.

Liu Hao shook his fan, and it opened in an instant, very handsome, gently incited, feeling the cool breeze instigated by himself, but he kept silent; Naturally, he would not say that it was a picture of his own fantasy.