Last night's fire alarmed the adults in Dushui City, and the corpses of the members of Sanyun Village found in the courtyard made the fire unusually hot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mute man, whom the boatman called the man of God, was gone, and only a few remembered his name, Jianghe.

Although everyone clearly remembered that Boss Yun died under the mute knife, his body was not found in the end, only half of the cloud whip was cut to prove that he had come. However, the corpse of the three masters was enough for a certain young soldier defending the city to set up a great work.

There are still not many people who know about this fire. There are only a few rumors and stories left.

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The nearest capital water city is very lively, and all the neighborhoods are crowded, especially in the evening, the major restaurants are full, and even the skinny wild cats who have always been hungry are a little fatter.

The big exam in the capital is about to begin, and the ships of Jinsha Country are one after another.

The boatmen unloading by the river were both tired and happy, and the income of a few days was worth the hard work of the first half month, and the business of the Qinglou kiln in the distance was even more prosperous, and the buildings were always full of lights and colors, and even the business of selling bone-setting medicine and wine was much better, because there were always guests who were drunk and fighting at night to find them, so they put a few plasters on them and sold a few bottles of bone-setting wine by the way, and then put the copper plate in their pockets.

Maybe last night was too long, and Dushuicheng in the morning seemed a little quiet, only the baked cake shop and the steamed bun shop yawned before waking up. The beggar's nest was crowded, and the pockmarked beggar turned over and looked out of the door with blurred eyes, and the outer hall was crowded with dirty beggars sleeping.

There seems to be a little more beggars lately.

The pockmarked beggar muttered to himself, turned over and continued to sleep.

The sun is finally shining, and the coolness of the summer morning is dried in time before it can be enjoyed. The old fortune teller set up a stall and sat down on the side of the street, chewing bread. The fruit seller put the basket against the wall and began to sell it.

Only stray dogs wander around with their tails upright.

There is a river in the city, and countless Qinglou wineries are still asleep by the river. A stall that had never been seen before quietly erected by the river. There was a small banner hanging next to the stall with a few big characters written on it: portrait, one hundred texts.

A small square table, in front of which stood a young man in shabby clothes but clean, with a few pieces of coarse white paper and a small wooden stick-like pen on the table. Because the stall is close to the bridge, there are a lot of people coming and going, and after a few people, a few passers-by will gather in front of the stall in a short time.

"Young man, what kind of portrait do you draw, why don't you even have a pen?"

"A painting is a hundred wen, and you want to think about money, right?"

"Eh, what are you smiling at?"

Passers-by asked the stall owner curiously, thinking it strange and funny.

The person who set up the stall is Jiang He.

The injury that night was too serious, Jiang He recuperated for a few days and finally recovered, in fact, his physique can already be called a strange person, if he is known by the Jianghu Langzhong, he will definitely be arrested and studied, how can an ordinary person run around alive after three days of a knife wound?

When he got up this morning, he rented a table from a carpenter in the city, bought half a zhang of white cloth, and borrowed a brush by the way. Then he came to the bridge with his belongings and set up a stall.

The onlookers saw that Jiang He was a mute, and they didn't pay attention to the question for a long time, so they all lost interest and scattered to stop watching, only the stray dog was still standing curiously by the wall and looking at the mute man who set up the stall.

Jiang He was not annoyed, there was not much drying under the willow tree, but the cicadas were a little annoying, he took out a piece of white paper, carefully spread it out, and clamped the paper on the board with a wooden clip that he picked up from nowhere. The strange-shaped pen in his hand was made by himself, and he asked the carpenter for some unwanted graphite, polished it, and fixed it with wood to make a "pencil".

It was one of his favorite brushes, and he rubbed his hands together and began to slowly sketch on the paper.

A horizontal line, a vertical line, no one pays attention to him, and he doesn't look at it.

The river flowed quietly, branched off through an alley, and further on, stopping in front of a family's courtyard.

The courtyard is deep, and the winding path leads to the secluded.

A maid squatted on the side of the bed and teased a little yellow dog, probably just weaned, the baby teeth did not hurt in the hand, the little maid sneered, the puppy turned over and ran out, the little maid chased and ran out.

Beautifully carved windows, carved with cranes and clouds, a sandalwood incense quietly burning. A young girl was dressed in a luxurious silk dress, embroidered with a few snow plums, her long hair delicately combed back into a delicate bun, and a bloodwood hairpin was inserted in her hair somewhat inconsistent with her identity.

She sat there quietly, holding a book of literary poems in her hand, and the old ones were a little yellow. The small purple sand teapot on the table was emitting white smoke, which was the tea that the maid had just brewed.

Maybe she was tired of reading, she closed the book, poured a cup of tea and took a sip, it seemed to be a little hot, and her eyebrows were furrowed. The maid came back with the little yellow dog in her arms and hurriedly came over to pour tea for the girl.

"Xiu'er, you don't have to pour it for me, I have a hand. ”

The girl seemed a little angry, and the maid carefully stuck out her tongue, then picked up the little yellow dog and said to the girl, "Miss." Why don't we go shopping, it's boring. ”

The little yellow dog also stretched out his paws in agreement.

"But the old butler is outside. The girl lowered her voice, a little afraid of the old housekeeper outside. But from the bottom of her heart, she also wanted to go out for a walk, and since she came to Dushui City, she was grounded, and she had to walk and read in this courtyard every day. The shouts of takeaway sugar gourds on the courtyard wall can make her happy every time she passes by.

The maid also lowered her voice, "It's okay, miss, I'll get the housekeeper out of the way later, and you'll sneak away through the back door." ”

The girl hesitated, but the maid didn't wait for her to think, and pulled her out.

"Butler, Steward Liu, come and help me~ Miss's dog is gone... ”

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"Miss, hurry. There's a lot of food in front of you. ”

The maid ran in front like a rabbit, the girl was led forward by her, the little yellow dog in her arms looked around curiously and was very excited, the girl's delicate face had a smile, looked at the interested maid in front, couldn't help but smile slightly and shook her head gently.

The old housekeeper in the courtyard sat on a chair, squinting slightly, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Then he whispered to the guy behind him: "Send two people to follow Miss." ”

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Jiang He's painting has just been completed, and there is only a rough line frame, but it can still be seen that the street in his hand is the street in front of him, and there are vague outlines.

He should have accomplished more, but just now he received his first business of the day: copying a wanted portrait for the head catcher. He still had to take this rotten business, otherwise the head catcher would say that he was occupying the road and would take his stall.

When the last catcher took the copy of the portrait and couldn't help but praise Jiang He: "Not bad, it's quite like!", and then took the portrait and left, Jiang He had to watch and leave, and now there are only two pieces of his painting paper left, and if there is no serious guest, he will have to lose all his money and leave.

Jiang He lowered his head and continued to finish his painting, and at some point, a pair of embroidered shoes appeared in front of his eyes. He looked up and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl standing in front of him, looking at him with a grin, holding a skewer of braised chicken feet in her hand, and the corners of her mouth were still stained with oil.

"Painting, you're too expensive. ”

Jiang He looked at him seriously and pointed to his hanging banner.

"You haven't answered me yet. ”

Jiang He lowered his head again and sketched his own painting, and if there were no guests, he would spend this painting and return to the beggar's den.

"Hey, drawing. The girl shouted angrily. "It turned out to be a deaf person. Hmph"

"Xiu'er, don't be so rude. The girl holding the dog came behind her back at some point and scolded softly.

"Sir, don't blame, Xiu'er has no malicious intent. The girl hugged the dog and apologized to Jiang He.

Jiang He couldn't help but look up at her, then smiled, pointed to his throat, and waved his hand.

"It turned out to be a mute. Xiu'er snorted again.

"Xiu'er. ”

Xiu'er saw that the young lady seemed to be really angry, so she stopped talking.

"Sir, you might as well draw me one. ”

The girl took out a hundred wen from her purse and put it in front of the table, and Xiu'er next to her shouted anxiously: "Miss, it's too expensive." Don't let him fool you. ”

Jiang He was a little surprised, but looking at the hundred money on the table, he immediately handed the stool beside him to the girl and motioned for her to sit. The girl took the stool and sat down. Then he looked at the river a little unnaturally, and the little yellow dog in his arms was very restless when he moved around.

Xiu'er stared at Jiang He viciously, and said threateningly: "If you dare to paint Miss ugly, see if I don't let the dog bite you." ”

Jiang He smiled, and the girl holding the little yellow dog also laughed softly.

Jiang He began to write, and the people around him gathered around again, and they really wanted to see what kind of famous painting this hundred-penny painting was.

But in less than half a cup of tea, Jiang He took the painting off the shelf and handed it to the girl. The girl took a look, and the self in the painting was holding the yellow dog and smiling slightly, so similar that she was almost unrecognizable. Is the person in the painting herself?" the girl could not help but be a little distracted, and her eyes were full of surprise. Then she carefully compared the "identical" self in the painting and laughed happily.

The onlookers were amazed, indeed the river was too similar, even the hairpin and earlobe between the girl's hair were delicately described, as if the green girl was printed on the paper, the most amazing thing was the faint smile on the side of the mouth, the portrayal was extremely expressive, and the girl in the painting was no different from the girl holding the painting through a mirror.

"Thank you, sir. The girl put away the painting, smiled at the river, and then beckoned the maid to leave together.

The people around were amazed and clamored for Jiang He to paint a picture for them too. Jiang He pointed to the white cloth. The onlookers sighed for a while, no matter how similar a painting is, in their hearts, it is not as important as a hundred yuan. So they scattered again and returned to their stalls.

Jiang He put the money on the table into his arms and continued to finish the painting in his hand.

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Xiu'er was still in front, but after taking two steps, she glanced back at Miss. The girl handed the puppy in her arms to the maid, and carefully held the painting herself, as if she cherished it very much. As she walked, she suddenly happily snatched the chicken feet from Xiu'er's hand and took a small bite seriously, and the oil stains stained the precious rouge powder on her face.

"Oh, miss, I've eaten. ”

Xiu'er was a little anxious, the dignified lady grabbed food with herself, if the housekeeper knew about it, it would be a scolding. The girl smiled slightly, and did not grab it anymore, handed the chicken feet back to the maid, and tasted the lo-mei in her mouth with satisfaction.

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When the painting was completed, it was already noon, and the stalls across the street were still almost closed, except for the stall of the lady who sold the jelly, and there were still a few customers eating the jelly.

Jiang He looked at the paintings on his easel and was very satisfied.

In that painting, the old fortune teller on the street, the aunt selling fruits, the wild cats sleeping on the tiled houses, the bargaining housewives, etc., are all vivid, as if they were still lively when the stalls were set up in the morning, and even the green bricks on the ground and the tiles on the walls are carefully depicted in the painting.

Jiang He looked at it again, and was quite satisfied, so he wrote a few words seriously in the lower right corner: A painter's work in Dushui City.