Wanjun sat next to her and watched the painting seller prepare. During this period, the two of them also interacted a little, you say a word to me.

Su Qing looked at Wanjun and seemed to be very close to the painting seller, chatting very happily, I don't know why, I feel a little sour in my heart.

Wanjun's attention was all attracted by the painter at the moment, and she didn't notice it at all, and Su Qing was full of jealousy at this moment.

"Ahem."

Su Qing was on the side, clearing his throat again and again, trying to change Wanjun's attention, but found that it was just in vain, and Wanjun didn't notice it at all.

"Well, forget it."

Su Qing was not happy in his heart, so he simply brushed his sleeves and left.

Wanjun watched Su Qing leave without looking back, she had a lot of questions in her heart, and she didn't expect that she just said a few more words to the painting seller, and he left in a jealous mood.

The painter seller is as meticulous as a hair and good at observing, Su Qing's every move was captured by his eyes, of course he knew why Su Qing left suddenly. The painter thought it was funny and wanted to laugh, but out of professional ethics, he just laughed and didn't say anything.

Wanjun didn't think much about it, and still sat there quietly, letting the painting seller paint for herself.

The painting seller's painting skills are very good, and the portrait is even more superb, looking from a distance, it looks like a real person smiling there.

"Girl, are you satisfied?" The seller found that Wanjun was looking at the painting, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, knowing that she liked it very much, but it was still a professional inquiry.

Wanjun looked at the work that had just been completed, the woman in the painting had affectionate eyebrows, her eyes were rolling, she felt very satisfied, and paid happily.

Wanjun took the painting and walked around the market for a long time.

"Lantian is warm and the jade is smoking, all the guest officers take a look, take a look, I have authentic Hetian jade here."

Wanjun saw that there was a stall not far away that was surrounded by people, and also stepped forward to see the excitement.

Jade is good jade, crystal clear, pure and free of impurities.

Wanjun played with the jade on the stall with her hand and saw a dark green jade wrench. I probably tried it and thought that Su Qing should be able to wear it, so I simply bought it and gave it to him.

"Su Qing, he should like it!" Wanjun said to herself, she was in a good mood, and went back to the inn directly after buying things.

Wanjun returned to the room and opened the door to see Su Qing staring at the window facing the street in a daze.

Wanjun quietly walked around directly from behind, hugged Su Qing, and wrapped her arms around Su Qing's neck.

"Su Qing, I bought you a small gift, see if you like it?" Wanjun took out a wrench from her sleeve and held it to Su Qing with both hands like a treasure.

Su Qing looked at Wanjun's appearance, and suddenly lost his breath.

"Su Qing, can you tell me why you left suddenly today and left myself there?" Wanjun was still very puzzled in her heart.

"Wanjun, look, I can paint myself, why do you want others to help you paint?" Su Qing saw that Wanjun was really stupid, so she simply didn't beat around the bush.

Wanjun caught a strong sense of vinegar from Su Qing's words, and felt a little crying and laughing. This Su Qing is such a big person, but he still has a child's temper.

"Okay, I don't need others to paint me in the future, I'll let you paint me in the future." Wanjun saw that Su Qing was jealous for himself, he cared about himself so much, and felt very happy.

"That lady, why don't you let your husband draw a few for you tonight?" Su Qing was instantly interested.

After the two of them finished eating, Su Qing started and painted a few pictures before he was satisfied.

Early the next morning, Su Qing got up early and went out with the painting box on his back.

Wanjun looked at Su Qing's enthusiastic appearance and guessed that he probably went out to paint for others to earn money. Su Qing doesn't have many hobbies, but he has a soft spot for painting, anyway, he has nothing to do these days, so let him go.

The weather was good, Su Qing found a place with a large flow of people on the street, set up a stall, made preparations, and just waited for someone to come and patronize.

Su Qing's location was well chosen, and after a while, someone surrounded him.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell these ink paintings?" A little girl in a red dress who looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old asked.

"Little girl, why don't you make a price, I don't know how much money you can pay." Su Qing was telling the truth. The cardamom girl in front of her, with her hair scattered, looks like she hasn't started a family yet.

"Shop, you should make a price, I really like this painting." The little girl's eyes flickered and blinked.

Su Qing saw that the little girl really liked her paintings, and her daughter was easy to get, but her heart was hard to find, so Su Qing decided to generously reward her bosom friend.

The little girl gently stroked the scroll, and the painting was a teahouse, on which avant-garde dancers danced in vivid and elegant postures, as if they could come out of the painting.

"Hmmm......"

There are a lot of customers in the teahouse, everyone's posture and look are different, Xiao Si in the store has a white towel on his shoulder, a teapot in one hand, and now the table is pouring tea and water for the guests, and even the water flow is painted vividly.

In the center of the hall hangs a couplet, and on the left side is written, "Welcome visitors from all over the world, gather wealth from all over the world." On the right side is written, "Occupy the right time and place, celebrate the centennial people of the town." "Horizontal batch," the Su family teahouse. ”

The little girl was attracted by the scene in the painting, and she may not know that the Su family teahouse in the painting was actually a real existence.

"If the girl really likes this painting, then I will give it to you for free, and it will be regarded as a good fate." Su Qing was also generous.

Su Qing rolled up the scroll for the little girl and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl also has a good family education, so naturally she will not take his things in vain, and leave two taels of silver when she leaves.

"Hey, thank you!"

Su Qing sent the little girl away, and immediately went to work and began to greet other guests.

Su Qing's paintings have been recognized by many people, although there are many people who see them and few people who buy them, but they also earn a lot of silver at the end of the day.

Time flies, Su Qing has been painting for people all day, finishing the last stroke, looking up, only to realize that the twilight has quietly closed.

Su Qing was a little nostalgic for this stall that made him earn a lot of silver, but he really couldn't bear to let Wanjun wait for him alone in the inn. I quickly packed my things and prepared to go back.

"Forget it, let's go find Wanjun."

Su Qing first packed up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and then carefully put away each painting scroll one by one. Su Qing immediately packed up everything, and suddenly saw a bag of silver in the painting box, and felt a little surprised. But thinking that after a busy day during the day, the money earned was put directly into the painting box, maybe I forgot when I put it in the bag.

Back at the inn, Su Qing walked upstairs quickly, and when he was busy during the day, he noticed in his heart, and now he suddenly felt that he missed Wanjun very much.

"Wanjun. Wanjun. Before Su Qing saw Wanjun's person, he began to call her name.

Su Qing gently closed the door and hugged Wanjun. "Lady, look. I made a lot of money today. ”

Su Qing took out the heavy money bag from his arms, wanting to show it off in front of Wanjun.

"Su Qing, where did you get so much money?" Wanjun knew that Su Qing had gone out to sell paintings for a day, but she didn't expect that he would come back with so much money.

"Of course, it's the money I earned from selling paintings, lady, it's a pity that you're not here today, I didn't see it, my paintings sold very smoothly today, and I made a lot of money." Su Qing's heart was full of pride.

"That's it, Su Qing, you're awesome." Hearing her husband say this, Wanjun was also relieved. Help Su Qing sort out her painting bag.

Su Qing was tired for a day, so he sat next to him with peace of mind, drinking tea and eating some snacks.

"Oh, no! Su Qing, did you draw a portrait of me yesterday? Wanjun found that a painting was lost, and hurriedly asked Su Qing.

"Impossible, I remember that painting I always kept in my bag, and I didn't take it out at all." Su Qing felt a little confused when she heard Wanjun's words.

"Maybe you were in a hurry when you sold the paintings, and it wasn't necessary to take out the paintings, maybe they ended up there."

Su Qing hurriedly cleaned up and prepared to go out to look for it. Wanjun also hurried out, wanting to accompany Su Qing to find it.

At this time, there were almost no people on the street, and it was almost curfew.

The sky was getting darker and darker, Wanjun looked up and saw that there were bright stars hanging on the dark black canopy, the moon was very high and round, and the bright moonlight was sprinkled on the earth, and the ground was silvery white.

By the light of the moon, the two men began to search, but they searched every possible corner, but found no trace of the painting.

"Forget it, Su Qing, you see it's not too early, and it's almost the time of curfew, let's go back quickly." Wanjun heard the sound of a gong in the distance, "The weather is dry, be careful of the candle." The long voice of the husband became the embellishment of the silent night.

"But it's you who painted it." If Su Qing lost any other paintings, it wouldn't matter.

"It's okay, if you lose it, you can lose it." Wanjun comforted.

Su Qing was persuaded by his wife and went back to his residence with his wife. Although I lost a painting today, I also earned a lot of silver, and I felt less uncomfortable in my heart.

The two of them returned to their residences to prepare for rest, and instructed the shopkeeper to bring some hot water to burn their feet to relieve their fatigue.

After cleaning up, Su Qing helped his wife remove her makeup, took off the hair accessories on her hair, and thoughtfully lost her hair for her.

"One comb combs the eyebrows, the second combs combs the white hair, and the third combs are full of descendants." Su Qing combed Wanjun's long hair like a black waterfall for a year, and while chanting words, he made Wanjun happy.

"Is anyone there, please?" A young man's voice came from outside the door.

"It's so late, what's the matter?" Su Qing and Wanjun both felt a little strange, they really couldn't think of who came to visit late at night, and they couldn't guess what it was.

"I'm sorry, I came late at night and disturbed the two of you to rest, but the villain came, and there was indeed something to find Su Gongzi."

When Su Qing heard this, the person who came actually knew his identity, and he must have something to do with himself.

Su Qing went over to open the door for that person, but saw a man about eight feet tall, holding a painting scroll in his hand.

Su Qing and Wanjun didn't figure out what the situation was for a while, and looked at each other.