The mountain that does not look up to the city is still windy and sandy. However, the small world of cooking hair is already full of warmth.

This is thanks to Cai Li.

Previously, in the small world of cooking hair, boxes and cabinets fell to the ground, and books and picture scrolls were ...... and buried with sand. Cook the hair and let it go, and Changjing is also up to him. They were like hands-off shopkeepers, and the houses were not like the houses they lived in, but like other people. Those precious picture scrolls are not really painted, and Changjing is not taken seriously.

This room is like Cai Li's, he works hard, inside and out, in and out. It's sprinkling and sweeping again, and it's a lot of fun, but it seems that you can find some fun and taste in it.

Cai Li first sealed a number of dust-proof tents in the outer courtyard, he braved the wind and sand to climb up the lift, carefully sealed the corners of the eaves, sealed the lower end of the tent in the ground, and when everything was in order, he went inside.

Cooking hair and Changjing, watching Cai Li lift up the shelves one by one and straighten them up.

After the shelves were all sorted out, Cai Li picked up those painting tubes again, combed them one by one and restored them to their original positions, without any mistakes.

Rubbed the side inside and out with a muslin cloth, and the room was as clean as new. There is a tent outside the house to block the wind, and the small world no longer has to worry about sand and dust. In the midst of natural disasters, enjoy the silence of a room alone.

After looking at it, he said, "Changjing, look at it, Cai Li is so rigorous, these picture scrolls are exactly the same as the previous position, and the lines are not bad." It's a little more appropriate than before. ”

Chang Jing stretched his waist and said, "Cai Li has a fixed ruler in his heart, even if these scrolls are poured a thousand times or ten thousand times, he will still pick them up and put them away." Not unusual, not unusual. ”

"What you say is true, Cai Li is the ruler of these easel walking. There was a light in his eyes, and he was glad that he had brought back a treasure.

Cai Li was finally debugging between the shelves, and the discussion between the two behind him floated into his ears, and his subconscious listened to it a little and thought about it, and suddenly realized. His eyes lit up, as if he had opened up.

He put down the scroll in his hand and rubbed the cloth bag on the scroll shallowly, as if to say goodbye with a final wave of goodbye to the preconceived notions in his own heart.

Suddenly, he gave up the scroll, his hand hung down, and the ground was empty. He turned around and walked in front of the cooker, knelt on the ground, bowed down, buried himself, and kowtowed deeply to the cooker and Cai Li.

It must have been about half a cup of tea, and the whole room was silent.

The beard coughed twice, wanting to say something, some understood him, and some didn't. After all, nothing was said.

Changjing has few words and is lazy. Seeing him kneeling, he didn't bother to think about words, just waited to watch the show. Lying on the couch with his head up, he wrapped around the half-cut reed pole in his hand.

Cai Li lay on her stomach for a while before she got up and looked up, and when she looked up, she suddenly realized that she had just wowtowed a poem from a thin reed on the reed mat that was kowtowing:

The grass is green and the water is bright, and the boat is full of cormorants.

The cormorant gathers its wings and wants to go into the water, only to wait for the fisherman's mouth.

The bow of the boat was scattered, and the dumb and dumb waves were chaotic.

There are males who meet big fish, and swallow half and more than half.

Next to this poem, there is also a fisherman, rowing a boat, with some poles on the boat, and a few ospreys parked on the poles, although there are few strokes, but the fisherman's boatload of ospreys and the osprey fishing demeanor are vividly described.

Underneath the shape, there are reflections of fishing boats, ospreys, and fishermen, and you can even feel the tranquility of the water holding the boats.

When it comes to painting water, it is difficult and difficult, not too concrete, it really loses the character of water, and the interest is gone; and it is not too probable, and it is not too sloppy, such as mallet grass branches, messy hair balls, it is better not to paint, it is really coincidental to grasp it well and relax to a degree, and there is a little white space in the eye.

Before, I always felt that no one could paint the water of the holy cook, and the water was calm, turbulent, remote, and secluded...... Nowadays, I see something more vivid than the water painted by Mr. Cook, except that it is not a painting on a scroll, but on a reed mat. How can such a vulgar thing be?

The heart seemed to be touched by something, and there was something to calm the water surface of the heart, and there were ripples of spiritual light. In an instant, Cai Li seemed to see through everything, or rather, he really opened his eyes. All the things before, such as yesterday's death. Today's history, such as today's birth.

It was only at this time that Cai Li remembered one person: Changjing. This bearded gentleman's book. His weight, Cai Li only weighed it again today.

Cai Li found that the house was full of reed paintings, reed mats, fence curtains, reed ceilings, standing curtains, and thread curtains...... The heart said: I see, no wonder I always feel that there is a smell of reeds growing under the mountain and by the lake. Now it is self-evident.

Cai Li has been in this small world for so long, and it seems that she has only just opened her eyes to see these things that have always existed. I don't realize that time has passed, and it has been a long time.

It's no wonder that he always sees half of Changjing's reeds in his hand, and it was strange before, how can anyone have this habit? Now he understands: these things are what Changjing does on weekdays. It's unremarkable, but it's already transcendent.

No wonder he always sees Changjing sleepy and lazy, always nests in his own room, and does not come out on weekdays. It turned out that muffled voices made these reed fabrics.

If ordinary people do any of these things, they will also exhaust the skills of their lives, and Changjing alone will complete the immortal and elegant products in this room...... It's not in vain that he is in a state of dying of confusion and sleepiness, it is all about resting his body and mind and balancing his soul.

On closer inspection, this is really not an ordinary fabric. Not only do they have both form and spirit, but some of them are even above the skill of painting saints!

Everything in the small world has made Cai Li awe-inspired, and even these reed objects have been regarded as holy objects by Cai Li since then.

It's really different here and Wanjuan Pavilion. I don't know why, the "ruler" in Cai Li's heart suddenly bent and shattered.

In the back mountain of Zhenye Lake, there is a palace, which was established by the Great Salt Emperor Hua Han and used for the purpose of water enclosure, but now it is also abandoned. After the owner of Buyang City was replaced by Duixi, no one cared about it there.

The few old people who lived there were sweeping the door, and they were all familiar with the cooks. The wind and sand for days have made the empty and clear scene become chaotic.

Not far away, there is nothing to do in the small world, so the cook said that he and Cai Li intended to let him go and sweep and help the lining.

Cai Li heard about it and happily went.

Chapter 56 smells the reeds, and the ruler is broken