Mu Feng remembered the matter, and didn't plan to dwell on this trivial matter anymore, so he straightened his face and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Ciel, come and see what I'm holding. ”

Mu Xi glanced at it casually, but it was just a book scroll, was there anything unusual?

The wooden wind slowly unfolded as if holding a treasure.

A picture of splashing ink appeared in front of Mu Xi, and the two poems in his mind also appeared with the picture: frost-dyed chrysanthemum fat, autumn invasion and thin shadow.

Mu Xi doesn't like painting, but he is forced to look at a lot of rare products, so he can also be counted as half an insider. At first glance, the color is very new. The painting is filled with a faint sense of delicacy inside and outside the painting, and the artistic conception of the painting is quite good, which can be seen that the painter's bones are elegant and the character is calm.

What Mu Xi is particularly concerned about is that the dead branches of the trees in the painting are painted so vigorously and powerfully, subverting the style of the whole painting of Tsurot Qianshou, and it does not look abrupt, but it is very compatible. In this way, the painting has more vitality, and it gives birth to a bit of the flavor of the decay of beauty and the incense buried in ancient stones.

The only fly in the ointment is that the whole picture gives people a sense of thinness.

Is the situation born from the heart, or is it not the fate of oneself?

Mu Xi laughed at himself, he was afraid that he was thinking too much. A rich idler like Mu Feng, who has nothing to do when he is full all day long, eats grapes without spitting out grape skins, where will there be any sense of thin life?

I must be thinking too much. What's more, I'm not an expert, but I just follow my feelings, and I feel that I will always go wrong.

Mu Feng saw Mu Xi's frowning and silent appearance, and he was overjoyed, Mu Xi must have seen something lacking, this is really an unexpected joy.

I just had the mentality of trying to see, and Mu Xi really saw it. No wonder the ancients said that a word is a thousand gold, a word is a teacher, and there is really such a thing in the world.

A mentor can help others improve.

Mu Feng was about to probe Mu Xi's message, leaned down, poked his head under Mu Xi's chin, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, put away Fang Cai's hurried mood because of the weather and asked, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"Very well, I haven't seen someone so beautiful in many years." Mu Xi looked at the head that avoided him and said.

Mu Xi saw the disappointment in Mu Feng's eyes, and Mu Feng refused to let people see the disappointment in his eyes.

After a moment, Mu Feng was relieved again. Maybe it's because she really writes well, Mu Xi, this girl has always been honest, she won't deceive people easily, and she won't deliberately say that she writes very well in order to make herself happy.

In this way, it seems that his skills have taken another level. The more Mu Feng looked at his paintings, the more satisfied he became, although they were imitations, but this still couldn't diminish the happiness in his heart.

The happiness brought by creation is like a soft leno, gently wrapping Mu Feng's young and unruly heart.

"However," Mu Xi said pointedly, "you can try to paint with feeling, do less painting, and write more." The painter is in the bones, and he is desperate. Only the words are different, the habits of cultivation, and the mind is clear. ”

Muxi really just said it casually. Because at this time, she suddenly remembered a sentence she had read before.

I don't like to write, I don't write well. But I'm going to be very serious when you write your name. I want to be able to write one stroke at a time. Then you will know that I mean something.

Thinking of this, Mu Xi was about to laugh again, when did he become so sentimental.

She shouldn't be laughing. Her instincts were accurate.

Mu Feng has always had a person in his heart, a person who can't ask for it. Mu Feng never dared to mention it to others, and he tried to forget, but in the end, year after year, he went back and forth, and he still couldn't ask for it.

Mu Feng listened to Mu Xi's words that were not very clear, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

It turns out that painting can really penetrate people's hearts, and he has never mentioned it to anyone, and even he rarely thinks about it. Unexpectedly, through a few lines of light ink, it was easily seen by Mu Xi.

Should he say that Muxi is too smart, or should he say that he himself is stupid?

Such a simple truth, if it weren't for Mu Xi's guidance, he still wouldn't be able to understand it.

He finally understood why those celebrities were reluctant to show their calligraphy and paintings.

Calligraphy and painting can express a person's state of mind.

In the past, he was reluctant to show calligraphy and paintings, firstly, because he felt shy and secondly, he was subservient and elegant. Now it seems that he really can't really understand the deep meaning of calligraphy and painting. He finally understood why he had been feeling that something was wrong.

In the words he writes and the paintings he paints, what is missing is this layer of understanding. He really should be grateful to Muxi. Mu Xi dialed like this, and he felt that he suddenly became enlightened, as if his heart was originally a chaotic plain, and now the endless snow on the plain slowly melted, leaving only clear flowing water, flowing silently, pure, peaceful but full of vitality, rushing and moving forward.

Sending away Mu Feng, the big Buddha, Mu Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and in a blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of Li Luo, who refused to leave, and said very angrily: "You go out first." ”

Li Luo sighed helplessly, looked at Shangmu Xi with some resentment, and silently retreated, following in the footsteps of Shangmu Feng.

Li Luo and Mu Feng drifted apart. Mu Xi looked at the backs of the two of them in the distance, and a nameless fire ignited in his heart.

"Bang!" The only remaining teacup in the room fell to the ground with a bang, and immediately shattered into thousands of flying debris. Mu Xi angrily kicked over the last jade cup on the top of the green jade case.

Mu Xi felt that she was already good-tempered at this time, according to her usual temperament, she had to lift the roof, but today, she would not care about this roof.

Li Luo, he really didn't want to see it anymore.

This guy is also smart, and he took the opportunity to go out with Mu Feng to find a free time to sneak away.

Deeper at night, the frost and wind were tight, Mu Xi had nothing to do, so he simply put on a dogwood shirt, sat in the courtyard to enjoy the moonlight, and sang about the autumn scenery.

Mu Xi pointed his finger at the two stars of Dousu and Niusu, closed his eyes, and asked secretly: God, God, please tell me, is the fate of Mu Xihua to be born in the morning and set at sunset, desolate and lonely?

Bandits, bandits!

Yes? Muxi was taken aback!

God, is this a manifestation?

Of course, it was not God who appeared, but a young man with handsome eyebrows.

Mu Xi looked at the young man calmly, not at all frightened by the foreign man who broke into the boudoir's house at night.

Mu Xi asked, "Why did you come here?" ”

Li Yuan said slowly: "I took a walk at night to eat, and when I saw the moonlight in this courtyard, I gave birth to the heart of admiring the moon. Forgive me for the abruptness. ”

Mu Xi didn't want to deal with him anymore, and the truth or falsehood had nothing to do with him. Now Mu Xi just wants to sit on this cool step, accompanied by the moonlight in the city, and listen to the sound of the flute coming from outside the city.

Li Yuan looked at Mu Xi for a long time, and asked with some hesitation, "Do you have anything on your mind?" If you don't mind, you can talk to me. Although I cannot relieve your worries, I can also pour out your troubles. Don't keep something in your heart, say it, let the wind carry it away, isn't it brisk? ”