"Dad, you don't really plan to keep that guy, do you?" Lin Wanmo, who was helping to collect money and change, glanced at the back shop, and then asked his father gently.

"Well, like a troubled boy, it's a troublesome thing, you have to think of a proper way. By the way, Xiao Mo, after dinner, you take a blank fan, try it on him, if you really have some ability, you can temporarily hire a temporary worker, I see that he doesn't want to go home for a while, and it just happens to help you, and it saves you from babbling in my ear all day long. ”

"Dad, you won't take it seriously, will you? This kind of rich second generation, what real skills will there be, I think he lost something, this time he came to cheat and cheat, just now you saw him say that, his face is really thick enough. As soon as Lin Wanmo remembered the incident when Liu Jing stared at him, he didn't have a good impression of him.

"You kid, how do you talk?" Dad Lin heard this and glared at his daughter again.

"It's a little ......, you know, the gentleman doesn't say anything behind him! People are just joking. So serious. Lin Wanmo grimaced and spit out her cute little tongue.

"You girl, you're really spoiled by your mother." Dad Lin shook his head dotingly, there was nothing he could do about her.

The back seat of the Lin family's old shop is divided into three small rooms, the middle one is the kitchen and dining room, when he is free, Lin Dad will cook by himself, and when he is busy, he will order a meal outside to deal with it. On the left is a small workshop with goods piled up, a folding bed stands in the corner, and the one on the right is used as a washroom.

After Lin Ran ate, he went out to replace Lin Wanmo.

When Lin Wanmo walked into the small dining room, she saw that the young scholar was sitting on a small bench, sitting on a precarious seat, not squinting, she finally couldn't hold back a laugh and walked over, "Hey, who is it, you come with me." ”

"Miss Lin, I'm not called 'Hey', my surname is Liu Mingjing, and the words are stunned." The young scholar replied solemnly.

"Ahh The "fierce" nature of Miss Lin on her own turf is fully revealed.

"Go, where to go?" Liu Jing asked suspiciously.

"Where else can I go? Go to work. Lin Wanmo rolled her eyes, thinking in her heart, "It's rare that you really want to eat and drink for nothing", and almost didn't say a few words.

"Oh, yes, that's exactly what I want." Liu Jing shook her head and said sourly.

"Puff ......", Lin Wanmo couldn't help it, and laughed again, this guy is not useless, he looks dumbfounded, and it's quite funny.

In the pile of fans, he took out a handful and threw it to Liu Jing, Lin Wanmo Nunu mouthed, "Oh, you take this folding fan, try to draw on it, and see if you are making up nonsense." ”

These fans are all ordinary goods imported from the factory, and the cost is low, even if Liu Jing said that she can paint and the inscription is fake, in the end it is just graffiti and broken, and it will not be too distressing.

Looking back and forth at the rough fan in her hand, Liu Jing frowned slightly, "Then what am I going to draw?" ”

Lin Wanmo glanced at the facsimiles of the pictures on the table that he was tired of drawing, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration and pursed his lips, "Just draw the content of the fan in your hand." ”

"This ......", Liu Jing hesitated.

"What? Can't draw? Lin Wanmo's eyes widened, is it really an embroidered pillow? .

"No, it's easy to draw this, I can draw seven or eight points with my eyes closed, but before that, Miss Lin, can I go and clean my hands first?"

Hearing this, Lin Wanmo felt that her face was almost blackened, and she pointed out her hand angrily, "...... over there."

But after a while, Liu Jing came back, he sat upright at the table, exhaled, and then seemed to remember something, turned his head sideways and asked, "Miss Lin, do you have handkerchiefs and handkerchiefs for dry hands?" ”

Pretend to be a ritual with Miss Ben, right? "I don't have a handkerchief, take this to wipe", as soon as he picked up the paper towel on the table and threw it over, Lin Wanmo felt that his last bit of patience was about to run out.

Liu Jing smiled shyly, and finally didn't make any more "excessive" requests, he took out a tissue and wiped the water stains on his hands, moving gently.

His fingers were as slender as bamboo shoots, fair and well-proportioned, more like a woman's, and Lin Wanmo on the side couldn't help but be a little envious.

Drying the water stains, Liu Jing first closed her eyes slightly, gently rubbed the fan paper with both hands, thought about it for a while, and then rolled up her sleeves, lifted the pen, dipped it in ink, and put down the pen.

Point, pull, lift, pause, drag, brush stroke, wrist turn, light and skillful movements, just see the fan surface, a moment of sparse interspersed, light and dark, ink pen Danqing, such as flowing clouds.

As the saying goes, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is one, a few strokes are like cloud brocade, and a few breaths go to see the distant mountains. In just a few minutes, a picture of the morning light of the ancient town has jumped on the paper and is about to come out.

Lin Wanmo, who was originally disdainful on the side, was surprised at the beginning, but later became a little stunned, and the small mouth of Zhu Hong's light light opened slightly at this time, and he was completely speechless.

She has seen a lot of people drawing, and several well-known professors in the academy have also demonstrated in person many times. But like the "weirdo" in front of her, a landscape painting, almost without a pause, in one go, and with the charm of pen and ink, she really doesn't seem to have seen it.

"It's a good painting, it's meticulously outlined, and it's well rendered, it's really a rare masterpiece." I don't know when, Dad Lin also walked in, looked at Liu Jing's works, and was clapping his hands and sighing.

"Laughing, boss, if you laugh, the paper is a little worse." Liu Jing stood up and bowed again, then blew on the fan surface, then picked up the folding fan, glanced at the felt carpet spread below, and the back of the folding fan, and saw that there was no stained ink, so she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's barely qualified." ”

"Pretend, continue to pretend to be ......", Lin Wanmo couldn't help but roll his eyes again, and had the urge to flatten people.

"Xiao Mo, you also study art, according to your opinion, how is the level of Brother Liu's painting compared to you?" As the inheritor of the traditional handmade fan, Lin Dad is also an old painter, and his skills are not very high, but he still has the knowledge.

"It's better than me." Lin Wanmo pouted and replied reluctantly.

"Copying? You girl, you know that you have a hard mouth, if you copy such a level at any time, your mother and I will snicker. ”

"Dad, you bury others, ignore you, I'll eat, hum ......", Lin Wanmo heard his father count himself, stomped his little feet, and turned his head away.

In fact, it's no wonder that Dad Lin was amazed, it was really Liu Jing's "Xiaolu" just now, which made people have to be impressed.

You must know that due to the size limitation of fan painting, a good fan painting must be completed at one time, and the pen cannot be stopped in the middle.

Painting on a fan requires the painter to carefully design the lines, ink colors and composition layout, and only then can he put down the pen when he has the confidence to "fan". In addition, some materials, such as rice paper and gold paper, have high requirements for ink and coloring, which are often difficult to master, so ordinary calligraphers and painters do not dare to try it easily.

The fan paintings made by the Lin family are usually first lightly painted with a pen, and then they are really inked. But just now, Liu Jing directly skipped this step and swiped the pen. Although the content of the painting is almost exactly the same as the folding fan he holds, it may have been practiced many times, but it is also quite not simple.

Dad Lin secretly weighed it, not to mention that he and his wife, his daughter, can't do it, and even his old buddy, who is the vice principal of the art academy, may not be able to compare.

Dad Lin was suddenly full of curiosity about Liu Jing, "Brother Liu, you are a real person." At your level, not to mention that in my small shop, being a teacher in an art academy is probably enough to qualify, pack it a little, and when you have a little fame, a lot of people will chase you to praise you. By the way, what kind of scholarly family is your family, right? ”

"Boss, I don't know much about what you said, since I was a child, I rarely had contact with people outside, and I know how to draw and practice calligraphy and read sage books." When she said this, Liu Jing's expression showed a faint sadness again, and her voice trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing her emotions.

After hearing this, Dad Lin frowned slightly, and secretly thought to himself: "What era is it, how can there be such ruthless parents?" But seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to mention the family, it should have caused a big conflict, so he ran out alone, depressed, and didn't want to go back.

"That's it, Brother Liu, or you can stay with your uncle for a few days temporarily, stay in a better mood, and then think about things with your family. If you have time, you can help me draw a fan, and by the way, teach Xiao Mo that girl for me. ”

"Thank you, boss. Don't dare to teach, I look at Miss Lin Zhong Lingyuxiu, and she will definitely have a great achievement in the future. ”

"Haha, I don't expect anything from you, I don't expect her to be happy." Would the father be unhappy when he heard others praise his children? Naturally, Dad Lin is not exempt from vulgarity.