Chapter 22: The Portrait of a Faceless

The boss is enthusiastic, simple and kind when he laughs, and he talks about his dried meat and talks about it with relish, "This maple leaf jerky, first of all, take the fresh pork * buttocks * tip of the meat, go to the fat tendon skin and cut it into slices, put the five-spice powder, fresh ginger juice, burning knife, salt, sugar or something of the braised meat in advance and cook it in advance, and then put the meat slices into this marinade and soak them for two or three hours, knowing that the meat slices are full of marinade, and then take it to the iron shelf and roast it, wait until it is red and translucent, take it out and drip sesame oil and wrap it in maple leaves, Steam in the pot for another quarter or two of an hour, and then it's done, hahahaha......"

Chu Xiuwen saw that the old man was really telling them the secret recipe, honest and cute, so he teased him, "Uncle, you told us so much, you are not afraid that we will turn around and open a shop here to grab business with you!" ”

"Ouch, that's good, old man, my life's craftsmanship is going to be widely spread, haha, you might as well say, ten years ago the drought was a big desolation here, how many people starved to death, old man, I survived, but I was the only one in the family who survived, even if I had income later, no one even passed on the mantle, haha......."

It's obviously talking about the saddest thing, but with the gentlest smile.

"I'm sorry to make you think about sad things all the time." Chu Xiuwen pinched another piece of jerky and put it in his mouth and said.

The old man waved his hand and smiled, "It's all in the past, what are you talking about hurting or not, anyway, I won't live for a few years, old man, sooner or later, I will have to reunite with my family." In this life, people have experienced life and death, what else can they enter into life again? The inner man made a good hand, but it is a pity that he was born at the wrong time, more than ten years ago a major natural disaster, many people did not survive, old man, I am fortunate to rely on her craftsmanship to live, how can I abandon her soul and marry her? The old man is rude, but he also knows the word affection. ”

Mo Weiyi felt moved, and was embarrassed to cause the old man to be sad, so he weighed two catties again, and stored it as a snack when he was free, which was really good.

The boss was grateful, so he said that there was a childhood sweetheart shop in this town, and the plum wine sold in it with dried meat was a rare pleasure for the gods.

A few people smiled and said goodbye to the boss and led the horse to continue walking, raised their eyes and saw a lot of rows of lanterns in front of them, a dazzling array of lanterns have cloth and paper, the cloth is embroidered with a piece of maple leaves, and the top of the paper is painted with a piece of maple leaves, Mo Weiyi smiled, people here really like maple trees!

Looking at them one by one, I suddenly saw a painter, there were two paintings hanging in front of the bright stall, the painting style was obviously different from the boss's other paintings, and the painters were a few points better, from the ink, the paintings had been put for a long time.

Take it away and take a closer look, I can't help but laugh, thinking that such a good style of painting will not be hung alone on the side and no one buys it, but it turned out to be an unfinished work.

I saw that the paintings were all pictures of a maple forest, one was a woman with long hair, the whole world was independent under the maple tree, looking down at the fingertips pinching a maple leaf, a small painting with a very meaningful meaning, you can feel the leisure and peace of the person, the person in this painting did not paint the face, quite strange, but also a little scary. The other is a man leaning on a branch of a maple tree, also pinching a maple leaf with his fingertips, but his face is facing the direction of oblique downward, the two paintings are side by side, just the woman's chin, and the man sitting on the tree behind him is looking at the woman, which is quite beautiful, but unfortunately both of them have not painted facial features. The style of painting is arrogant, and there is a sense that it is difficult to find a bosom friend but would rather be lacking than abundant. After seeing it deeply, there is a kind of meaning of waiting for the finishing touch, interesting, interesting!

At a glance, there are still small words on the painting of the man: Jun should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to? Mo Weiyi inexplicably felt that the second half of this small character was missing, so he asked: "Boss, you didn't paint this painting, right?" ”

Next to him, Chu Xiuwen looked at it and said, "Huh? Yiyi, you want to buy this faceless painting? It's scary! ”

"Little boy, this painting is indeed not painted by Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng doesn't have such a deep painting work!" The boss who sold the painting was hanging up the painting in his hand, and when he heard the words, he turned around and spoke, only to see that he was a weak scholar, with good facial features, simple and cute, white and clean, and he spoke with a glance, a little cute and a little silly. Mo Weiyi couldn't help but look at it twice, pursed his lips and smiled, the boss also smiled, stretched out his hand to scratch his neck, and then found that he had ink on his hands, oops, oops, screaming, and wiped it with his hands, the more he wiped, he couldn't help but be annoyed, and looked at Mo Weiyi and others embarrassedly, his face was red, he was cute, and Mo Weiyi and his party were all laughing.

Chu Xiuwen's eyes rolled into tears with a smile, and he said directly, "Yiyi, you are teasing other people's little bosses, it's not good, haha......"

Mo Weiyi couldn't help but smile and turned to the boss and handed him a silk handkerchief, the little boss hesitated for a moment, and then took it without twisting, and Mo Weiyi's eyes flashed with appreciation. "How much does this painting cost? I bought it! ”

When the little boss heard this, he hurriedly put down the silk handkerchief again, "Little boy, this painting is not for sale, the person who painted only said that if there is someone who likes it, as long as he can get the second half of this poem, and the person who painted is satisfied, he can take this painting away." ”

The little boss's eyes were shining, his eyes were dark, and his expression was a little nervous and cramped, which reminded Mo Weiyi of the poor puppy.

Mo Weiyi was curious: "This word is not difficult, right, how can it still be left until now?" ”

The little boss smiled shyly, "This painting has no face, there is no artistic conception, some people can answer, but it can't satisfy the painter!" This painting was originally left by a son two years ago, gave Xiaosheng some money, asked Xiaosheng to hang here for him, and when someone replied, he passed it to him, if he was satisfied, he would come to find it, if he was not satisfied, Xiaosheng went back and forth to others. So far, no one has been able to satisfy that child, so you might as well look at the other paintings, little boy! ”

"Please lend me your pen and paper, I want this painting." Mo Weiyi lifted the pen, pulled the sleeve of his left hand, dipped the pen twice in the inkstone, and the person's picturesque cheeks flashed in his mind, and he smiled slightly and wrote on the paper: If you have love, you will walk on the other side of the third world, ten miles and nine secluded, and I will come alone!

"Good words, Childe is so talented!" The little boss looked at it at a glance, the handwriting was flamboyant and domineering, but it was smooth and soft, the meaning of the words was elegant, the artistic conception was poignant, but it was a lonely sentence of pride in my heart, I couldn't help but admire, and my eyes became brighter and brighter.

When the handwriting on the little boss was dry, he carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms, "That boy doesn't know when he will be able to reply to the letter, how to inform the little boy when the time comes?" ”

Mo Weiyi shook his sleeves and stood with his hands in his hands, "I will live in 'Maple World' at that time, if you reply to the letter, you can go to Maple Manxia to find me, and my surname is Mo." If I'm going to leave the next day, I'll let you know now! "After that, I chose two good fans, gave the boss a handful of broken silver, and signaled that I didn't need to look for it." Your painting is good", after speaking, he turned around and left, and the little boss's coquettish voice came from his ears, "The little boy is really a good person, the little boy walks slowly!" ”