It is said that Ji Sheng copied the picture of the goddess at home every day, and he grew huge day after day.

Although the painting is still not comparable with the original picture of others, it is also with the pen into the mind, the whole painting looks lively and lively, elegant and elegant, and has a good charm.

On this day, when he was painting, his mother came in and cried: "Son, you only care about painting at home, the rice jars in this house have bottomed out, I have borrowed all the neighbors' houses, I can't borrow any more, what do you think can be done?" ”

Ji Zhongda was also worried when he heard it, and said with a bitter face: "Then ••••••, how can it be good?" "Originally, a few eldest sons were put at their mother's place, but now they have all been taken by him to buy paper and paint, and he has not received a job recently, so he really can't eat.

His mother looked at his painting and saw that it was very good, and could not help admiring: "If this painting is sold in the market, it can be exchanged for a few older children." ”

Ji Zhongda was helpless, there was only this way, he was a man, he couldn't let the second elder Gao Tang starve when he was old, so he immediately rolled up a painting and sold it on the street.

When he arrived at the market, Ji Sheng found a corner and hung the painting, with a price tag of 50 wen.

After a while, the painting was bought by a talented person.

Ji Sheng was overjoyed, bought steamed buns and baked cakes and ran home, put down the food when he got home, and said to his mother: "Don't worry about chewing grain in the future, this fairy picture is very easy to sell." ”

After that, he took a painting to the market every day and sold it for 50 yuan each time. After selling out, the stall is closed, and people leave.

After returning home, he put down the grain and vegetables, Ji Zhongda ran to the house and bowed to the painting with incense, "Thank you sister for giving me a way to live, Ji Sheng will definitely live up to my sister's great kindness." ”

After that, this season of students also has time to study, no longer have to rush for a living, and plans to participate in the autumn festival next year, or to make a name for themselves.

Every time the goddess on the painting saw him painting for the elderly and studying hard, the corners of her mouth seemed to be filled with a smile.

"Sparrow, what do you think of this season?" Qixia held the dripping green flower branch and watched the scholar study hard in the room.

The finch nodded, and pecked her shoulder with her beak, indicating that it agreed.

"Hey," Qixia sighed: "Things in the world are really unfair, and it is not the value of character that can have a good result." A pure and honest person like Ji Gongzi is difficult to even drink porridge, and those sons and grandsons who don't learn and don't know how to do it live a life of fine clothes and food. It can be seen that God is unjust, these immortals practice every day and practice superior spells, aren't they jealous of evil and helping good? But it makes it so difficult for the good people in the world to live. ”

After that, he sighed again.

The finch hurriedly stepped on her shoulder, not knowing how to comfort her.

"Let's go, let's go inside." After that, Qixia entered the grass hut.

Sitting at the small table on the kang, she took out the things in her arms one by one and put them on the table.

A mirror, a sea spirit bead, and a small bottle of Shangqing Dan, which was given by the master when he left in the sky, said to be a good medicine for healing.

Thinking of this, her heart moved, why not feed one to the finches? Maybe he can heal her internal injuries.

At that moment, he took out a wrapped white handkerchief, and when he opened it, there were three leaves of tea leaves.

Although it had been many days, the three tea leaves were still as green as if they had just been picked.

Then he shook out a handkerchief and dropped it on an object on the table, and the finch saw it and screamed, and slapped it with its paws.

Qixia looks like an earring, a flowing crystal pink jade drop earring.

Qingning's beloved thing.

Seeing the finch chirping, she picked up the earrings and said to the finches, "She is the one who killed you, didn't she?" I picked it up where you had an accident. ”

The finch nodded, then shook her head suddenly. Then he stamped his feet anxiously, flapping his wings very helplessly.

Qixia gave it a Shangqing Pill, no matter what, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the finch taking it, she took the leaves again and thought: The master said that this is a life-saving leaf, and it can't be moved easily, but can it be unraveled by this ink hidden spell?

But now that it has not reached the situation of last resort, I am afraid that it is not good to use it.

Let's listen to the master! And recuperate here with peace of mind.

After observing the finch for a few days, I saw that the pill only increased its fairy power, for example, the strength of its claws and beak increased, and it could easily dig potatoes out of the ground and peck at the tree with its beak, and a peck was a big hole, but it couldn't speak.

Helpless, Qixia had no choice but to ask it to patiently cultivate the internal strength of the mind, and now there is only one way to be able to speak.

The long years were a bit grinding, Qixia picked up the treasure mirror and looked at it again, she remembered that when she tried her sweetheart with blood, she was so naïve.

At that time, all she could think about was him.

But now •••••• dare to try? She didn't know.

His heart still hurts, and when he dreams back at midnight, he often dreams of him, he looks at himself with a smile like that, and suddenly becomes a demon again, and pounces on her with his teeth and claws, and his palm hits his face and hurts.

She will never forget that humiliation.

Forget about him. Qixia resolutely thought, no matter how beautiful he is in his memory, it can only end here, his filth has stained his eyes, are you too embarrassed to think about him again?!

She lay there, letting her tears wet her pillow, and in this place where there was no sun, moon or stars, forgetting a person was more eternal than being old in the wilderness.