"Liu Jing, do you have time?" Early in the morning, just after seven o'clock, Lin Wanmo ran to knock on the door.

"What's wrong?" Liu Jing is used to getting up early, and has already practiced a five-bird opera in the small courtyard, and is sitting in the house in a daze, which is what he does almost every day, although he has decided to accept the new identity and life, but for those people and things that are slowly becoming blurred in his mind, he has a deep guilt and a trace of panic.

"Are you free?" Now Lin Wanmo has lost more and more "awe" towards Liu Jing, and his speech is more "simple, direct and rude".

"Well, I don't have classes in the morning, but I'm going to practice the ensemble program with Li Nianru later. What are you going to do? Seeing that Lin Wanmo was still carrying a drawing board and carrying a small pen box, Liu Jing couldn't help but ask strangely.

"Is Li Nianru's matter important, or is my matter important?" As soon as she heard this name, Lin Wanmo was in a bad mood, and even complained a little about Ye Xinyi, why did she still pull Liu Jing in, as for why, she didn't know herself, in short, she just wouldn't open the forest.

Liu Jing also knew about the little grievances between them, and saw her drooping a little face, smiled and said, "Of course it's important to you." ”

"Okay, then come with me."

"Let's go? Where to go? Are you going to go for a long time? I'll still give Li Nianru a call and say something. ”

"Don't fight."

“……”

was half-pulled and half-pushed by Lin Wanmo and brought to the Yunshan Banshan Pavilion, and pressed on the stone bench, Liu Jing couldn't help crying and laughing, "Don't you just draw a fan, as for being so anxious." If I want to paint the morning light of the clouds and mountains before, I can also draw a seven- or eight-point portrait with my memory, and I don't have to come here to make a special trip. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's get started, na, give." Lin Wanmo set up the drawing board, opened the pen box, handed over a fan, and threw a bag of wet tissues to Liu Jing, and then turned sideways to tinker with the ink inkstone.

Opening the folding fan, looking at the snow-white and delicate plain paper fan, as well as the fine workmanship of the fan bone, Liu Jing felt familiar for a while, gently opened the inside of the big fan bone, and saw the four small seals engraved with "Lin Ji Lao Shop", "Wan Mo, did you also ask Uncle Lin to send a new folding fan from home?" ”

"Yes, now you are a different professor at Liu University, you are a big celebrity and a big artist. If you want to ask for help, how can you just use a mechanical fan to prevaricate you? Lin Wanmo said without looking back.

Liu Jing was crying and laughing again, since the last time Chen Lao wanted to paint a fan painting by himself, saying that it was used for a charity auction, and then it was auctioned off for 10 million, and the next day the newspaper published an article "A mysterious rich businessman auctioned a modern folding fan at a sky-high price", and what subtitle is "Is it art, or hype".

Then Liu Jing and Wang Cheng were picked up, and Liu Jing became the focus of the campus Internet again after the last time she entered the detention center.

Even Chen Zheng and Tong Lao warned him that in the future, when writing handwriting and paintings, he should not be easily outflowed, and it was best to put away even the accompanying works in class as much as possible.

I even heard that one of his own students put the practice works completed under Liu Jing's guidance on the Internet for sale, and many people even went to inquire and intended to buy them.

"You're so cautious, this is to give away, right?"

"yes." Lin Wanmo didn't hide it from him.

"Oh, for whom?" Liu Jing asked casually.

"Wang Cheng." Although the folding fan was picked up last time, there was a lot of water in the brocade box, and the fan must have suffered a "disaster" and could not be used.

"Wang Cheng ......", from the mixed discussions, Wang Cheng naturally heard this person who took pictures of his works, he frowned, after all, he didn't say anything, wiped his hands, took the brush that Lin Wanmo took over, and began to draw.

"By the way, don't ask the two sentences of 'If life is first seen, what is the autumn wind sad', change it to something else." Seeing that Liu Jing was almost finished painting the fan, Lin Wanmo suddenly remembered.

"What's that?" Liu Jing is still a little unwanted, in his heart, he also has a special emotional sustenance for those two lines of poetry.

"It's up to you, I can't think of it for a while. You're a great talent, and it's your work. Lin Wanmo tilted her head, she didn't think of any good ideas, she just played tricks, anyway, now that she feels that Liu Jing is by her side, she doesn't have to think about things anymore, as for Lin Boyi's words that she asked her to care more about Liu Jing, she has already filtered it out.

Liu Jing listened to her casual flattery, smiled, and said, "Then let's write a song "Farewell to the South", which is also suitable for the occasion. How? ”

"Okay."

Although the title of this poem, Liu Jing has a small special intention in her heart, but the two sentences "go to the poor place of water and sit and watch the clouds rise" are indeed appropriate.

Where did Lin Wanmo understand his careful thinking, and when the pen and ink were dry, he took out a slightly crumpled brocade box from the bag, folded the fan carefully, put it in, and then smiled:

"That's it. Descending ......"

(Not finished, please read the new chapter the next day,^_^)