There is a painting workshop in Jiangcheng, not far from his home, just one mile away.

"Taifang Painting Workshop, this is it." Chen Mingqiu tightly hugged the scroll and entered the door.

There are quite a few people in the workshop, and it can be said that it is crowded with people.

The walls are covered with paintings, mostly snow pictures. Presumably, there are many people who paint on Jingyou in the snow, and it may be that some pictures must be hung in each house during the Spring Festival.

"This painting is too vulgar to be elegant."

"The words in the painting are good, but who is the hand?"

"The verses are worthy of the scene, but they don't match very well, so please go back."

There were a lot of people chatting in the studio, and no one noticed that a young man had entered.

Chen Mingqiu immediately shouted: "I want to sell paintings!" ”

Everyone in the workshop looked back at the comer, but he was a young man, but he was good-looking.

Someone came toward him, but they wanted to drive him out.

"I want to sell paintings!" Chen Mingqiu shouted again, but it attracted Bai Wanyun, who was sitting on the second floor to accompany his mother to see the painting.

Bai Wanyun felt that it was very boring to look at the painting, but a glance at it in his leisure time attracted an eyebrow, and he saw the young man downstairs unfolding the painting scroll to the person beside him.

There are three picture scrolls, the first one is a picture of red maple in the snow, the red maple is lifelike in the white picture scroll, the branches are luxuriant but you can see the broken leaves of the red maple that fall, the white place is the snowflakes floating in the sky, outlined by the ink pen to outline the line points, connected into a piece, so beautiful.

The second is the old man's snow sweeping picture, the kind old man bends over to hold a broom to clear the snow, the snowflakes falling in mid-air collide with the snowflakes that are swept away, it is obvious, it is not wonderful.

The third is a picture of a beauty, when it was exhibited, everyone in the painting workshop was dumbfounded, a beauty like a fairy in the sky was reflected in the painting paper, its eyebrows, its look, and its posture were all wonderful, making people fascinated, so endless.

"These three paintings cost only five hundred dollars." Chen Mingqiu's words brought everyone back from the fugue.

"It's a nice painting." Bai Wanyun's mother nodded slightly beside her and commented.

Bai Wanyun also nodded happily and whispered, "I also think it's good." ”

The person beside Chen Mingqiu opened the door of the painting workshop, and as a gesture, he said: "Although the painting is superb, it is not your young man's thing, and the trouble will leave by itself." ”

"This is my own work, how can it not be mine?" Chen Mingqiu said puzzled.

"Joke, you little kid can draw such a picture? I guess I stole the paintings from somewhere to sell them for money. ”

"Five hundred dollars, haha, this painting is sold alone, there are one hundred taels of silver, it is stupid to say that the young man is stupid, but the stolen painting does not know how much it is worth."

In the workshop, except for Bai Wanyun, everyone laughed, when the young man was just a stolen painting.

"Please." The person beside Chen Mingqiu still coldly asked him to leave.

Although the studio sells paintings and buys paintings, it is never dared to accept paintings of unknown origin, and if they do, some people claim that the studio sent someone to steal the paintings and leave, but it is also unreasonable to go to court and file a lawsuit. Not to mention the common people outside the workshop, there are many fakes in the paintings, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, only some of the hands and feet or seals made by the painter can be distinguished, but this painting has no seal, and how can the young man paint such paintings?

"Mother, why did the Fang family drive him away?" Bai Wanyun asked her mother.

"This painting is obviously made by everyone, how can he, a young man, paint such a painting?" Luo Biyun replied, but saw that the young man was extremely familiar, and seemed to have seen it in the school, so she asked her daughter, "This young man is quite familiar, it seems to be in the same school as you?" Do you have any impressions?"

"I don't recognize it, I don't recognize it." Bai Wanyun hurriedly denied it.

"Maybe I recognized the wrong person." Luo Biyun said to herself, "The more I look at it, the more familiar I become." ”

Bai Wanyun lowered his head, thinking about whether to relieve the iceberg beauty later, if he left directly, it would be confirmed that he had stolen the painting, that would not work!

At this time, Chen Mingqiu tore off three paintings in public, crumpled them into a ball and threw them in the snow outside the door.

Tear up such a precious painting!

He walked to the front of the painting workshop, asked the person in front of the board to let slightly, spread out the rice paper, the inkstone ink was not dry, he took the case on the brush, slightly even the ink.

This young man is actually going to paint in front of the court!

There is a window in the painting workshop that is not closed, and I can see the snow flying outside the window, and the brush and ink in the hall are dancing like dragons and water.

Everyone looked up at the painting, and they were all colorful.

I don't know how long it took, the ink dried, and the pen stopped.

The picture of the beauty that is exactly the same as the previous moment appeared in front of everyone, and the young man once again raised the pen and wrote: "Dongmei." The two words were finally put to paper.

"This copy is worth five hundred dollars!"

"I want it!"

"It's mine!"

"Copy?" Chen Mingqiu raised his head slightly, looking at everyone's expectant eyes, he finally died. Although he needed the five hundred dollars, he didn't want the world to talk about copying because of his paintings, not to mention that they were clearly his own paintings!

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and tore up the picture of the beauty that Fang was drawing in public again.

Chen Mingqiu didn't know what to say, but he felt a pity, the shredded paper on both sides of his hand was like his broken heart at the moment.

He silently walked out of the Taifang painting workshop and into the thick snow.

What made him ridiculous was that the portrait of Qi Taibai offered by the Taifang Painting Workshop was his husband.

The world doesn't know that Mr. is Qi Taibai, and Mr. Chen Mingqiu knows that Mr. Qi Taibai.

Qi Taibai is the first master of the Canglou Collection of Poetry and Painting, and he is also the gentleman of Chen Mingqiu's three bows and nine knocks.

The shredded paper on both sides fell like snow into the snow, allowing it to get soaked.

……

At a bend in a street corner, Chen Mingqiu suddenly heard the sound of chasing behind him.

"Wait, the boy who painted! Wait a minute! ”

Chen Mingqiu looked back, but saw his footprints printed on the thick snow, and the person who had asked him to leave before was running in the snow behind him.

As he approached, the man handed him a piece of oiled paper.

"The people in the workshop are confused, how can the beauty picture be copied? You can take the 500 money first, and send the beauty picture tomorrow or when you are free. The man panted and spread out the oiled paper, but it was five strings of copper plates, one string of 100 coins, exactly 500 coins.

Before Chen Mingqiu could reply, the people in the studio had already stuffed the oil paper into his arms. Chen Mingqiu felt the heavy weight in his arms, looked at the back of the man leaving, and smiled bitterly.

Chen Mingqiu didn't expect to meet Meng Ze again in the distance of returning home.

Meng Ze leaned against the corner of the wall alone, holding a slender sugar cube in his mouth, which was a kind of sweet and slightly spicy sugar unique to Jincheng. Chen Mingqiu used to like to eat, but later he didn't like to eat anymore because his family didn't have spare money to buy it.

The man chewed the sugar cube carefully, as if feeling the sweet and spicy taste brought by the sugar cube, and seemed to be waiting for Chen Mingqiu to approach slowly.

Chen Mingqiu carefully covered the "weight" hidden in his arms, trying his best to keep himself walking at the usual walking speed.

"Did you tell the gentleman?" Meng Ze suddenly walked up to Chen Mingqiu and asked him in a questioning tone.

"What?" Chen Mingqiu didn't know why, he said, "Hasn't Mr. returned to the academy yet?" ”

Meng Ze grabbed Chen Mingqiu's collar, and he questioned again: "I beat you three days ago, did you tell that old man?" When the old man came to my house today, he complained to my father and mother, saying that I had beaten you. ”

"Sir is back?" Chen Mingqiu was a little pleased, but he forgot that his feet were pointing in the air at this time, and he was fiercely pinched by Meng Ze, who was a head taller than him.

Meng Ze spit out the sugar cube in his mouth, and was about to swing the coupon on Chen Mingqiu's face, but was taken by Chen Mingqiu with a palm.

Chen Mingqiu smiled and said, "Can you let me down?" ”

"Look for death!" Meng Ze was suddenly a little annoyed, although he was surprised that this wild cub could actually take his fist, but he looked at Chen Mingqiu's appearance as harmless to humans and animals as in the past in the academy, and he was even more angry.

Meng Ze's strength was amazing, he grabbed Chen Mingqiu's collar and threw it into the snow, Chen Mingqiu lost his center of gravity, so he had to use his right hand to support himself in the snow, feeling the temperature of the ice and snow. Chen Mingqiu's other left hand was tightly covering his chest, but unexpectedly, Meng Ze kicked him in the back.

Chen Mingqiu suddenly smashed to the ground, but Meng Ze still didn't let him go, and continued to kick him with his foot, kicking him over, but he saw a bag of oiled paper scattered in the snow, and there were many copper plates lying quietly in the oiled paper.

"Good guys!" Meng Ze smiled and bent down to pick up the oil paper in the snow, and Chen Mingqiu immediately shouted: "Give it to me!" And he swooped down and snatched it. But Chen Mingqiu, who was much younger than Meng Ze, was Meng Ze's opponent, and Meng Ze kicked Chen Mingqiu away again.

"You wild, where did you get so much money!" Meng Ze casually flipped the copper plate in the oiled paper, his face full of smiles.

"I don't want to kill you!" Chen Mingqiu shouted angrily with his hands propped up in the snow.

"Kill me? You wild, you deserve to kill me? Meng Ze got the money, where did he care about being scolded by his father and mother at home before, and he didn't care about the wild cub who was easy to bully, so he wrapped the oil paper and hid it, and quickly left the wild cub and fled.

Chen Mingqiu's hands were out of strength, and he couldn't get up at all. His hand smashed into the snow a moment ago and it hurt so much that his arms trembled a little at this moment. He watched the five hundred big coins snatched away by that Meng Ze like this, and his unwilling expression gradually turned into anger.

His arms were still shaking, and it hurt so badly that he put down his hands and lay down on the cold snow, burying his angry face in the snow.

After a while, he raised his head, but saw that the anger on his face gradually subsided.

"I can't, I can't fight back." Chen Mingqiu muttered to himself.

There were no pedestrians on the streets, only scattered snow.

The young man barely got up.

"At least, the gentleman is back."

"Sir!" Chen Mingqiu shouted in surprise, and when he raised his head, he saw Mr. holding Bai Wanyun's hand and standing under a yellow paper umbrella.

Bai Wanyun looked at him with pity, but the gentleman was expressionless.

Chen Mingqiu's clothes were soaked, but he still tried his best to roll up his sleeves, and he stepped forward and bowed to Mr.

The gentleman said coldly, "Kneel." ”

"Sir......" Bai Wanyun shook Mr.'s hand in fear, but saw that Mr. didn't react.

Chen Mingqiu knelt down in the snow.

Mr. let go of the little hand holding Bai Wanyun and put the yellow paper umbrella away, but saw that the flying snow immediately fell on Mr. Wang's white hair.

"Reach out!"

"Sir!" Bai Wanyun immediately knelt down, she cried and pleaded for Chen Mingqiu, "Don't! Mr! No! ”

Chen Mingqiu obediently stretched out his hands and spread them out.

"Smack!"

The yellow paper umbrella immediately fell, hitting Chen Mingqiu's palms heavily.

"I taught you to paint for the teacher, but you used it to sell it!"

"Smack!"

"I let you sell paintings for the teacher!"

"Smack!"

"Let you fight for the teacher!"

"Smack! Syllable! Snap ......" a few times in a row, and the yellow paper umbrella has been waved in mid-air many times.

Chen Mingqiu's palms were already blood-red.

Bai Wanyun knelt beside him, but his eyes were red

The gentleman's hand holding the yellow paper umbrella was already sore, and he held up the yellow paper umbrella and said, "Are you wrong?" ”

Chen Mingqiu raised his head, as if he was a little unwilling, and he replied: "If it's wrong, it's also a fight, so what?" ”

"You!" Mr. was angry at first, but then looked at Chen Mingqiu's eyes, as if he had a hint of illusion, Chen Mingqiu in front of him was not like Chen Mingqiu who simply admitted his mistake when he made a mistake.

Chen Mingqiu endured the sharp pain in his hands, closed his hands little by little, he respectfully gave another salute, and said, "Congratulations, sir!" ”

The gentleman turned around silently and fell into the snowstorm.

Bai Wanyun got up and helped Chen Mingqiu up, she looked at Chen Mingqiu's hand and said with pity: "It hurts, right?" ”

Chen Mingqiu smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt." He moved his fingers, it was clearly a sharp pain, and he didn't want Xiao Yunduo to see it, "Look, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

"How can it not hurt?" Bai Wanyun's pitying gaze fell on his face, but he couldn't see his clenched gums.

Chen Mingqiu saw that the two red ropes between Bai Wanyun's long hair were a little messy in the wind, so he stretched out his hand to endure the pain and tie the red ropes.

Bai Wanyun's face was slightly red, and she said softly, "Thank you." ”

"We're friends." Chen Mingqiu said seriously, he stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air.

Bai Wanyun seemed to hesitate for a while, she stretched out her hand and patted Chen Mingqiu's palm, she said, "Shaking hands is so numb." But seeing Chen Mingqiu, who was slapped in the face, hurriedly shook his hand in pain.

She looked at the hand nervously.

Chen Mingqiu immediately stopped, shook it again, and looked at her and smiled.

"Okay!" Bai Wanyun made a gesture and said, "Iceberg beauties will deceive people!" ”

Chen Mingqiu had already run into the distance.

Bai Wanyun chased after him.

"Don't run! Watch me hit you! ”

"You can't catch up with me!"

In the snow, two villains were fighting.

As the night darkened, the snow began to lighten.

The two sat on the edge of the Ming Lake in Jiangcheng, and watched the light snow fall into the lake on the bridge of the Ming Lake Academy.

Bai Wanyun did the one thing he regretted the most in his life.

When she took out a tael of silver from the color bag on her waist and handed it to Chen Mingqiu, who was sitting beside her, she said, "I don't want the five hundred dollars, I'll give you another tael of silver." ”

Chen Mingqiu's smile suddenly froze, and only one word echoed in his mind—"Again." ”

He took the heavy tael of silver and said, "How much is a tael worth five hundred dollars?" ”

"Stupid you!" Bai Wanyun didn't notice that Chen Mingqiu's expression had changed, and she said, "One tael of silver is a thousand yuan, so naturally it is five hundred yuan for double." ”

"So, is the money you gave me from the people in the studio?" Chen Mingqiu said quietly, "Is the money that Meng Ze stole yours?" ”

Bai Wanyun suddenly felt that the face of the iceberg beauty made her a little scared.

She unconsciously moved back a little.

"Is it yours?" Chen Mingqiu spread the silver tael in the palm of his hand and asked again, "Exactly, is it yours?" ”

Bai Wanyun didn't look over, she was a little angry when she was forced to ask, she said, "What if it's mine?" ”

A tael of silver fell in the snow, and the sound of the fall was clearly audible.

"Do you think I'm pitiful?"

"Do you think it's funny to pity me?"

"Do you feel a sense of accomplishment in giving me money?"

Chen Mingqiu stood up and asked a series of questions.

Bai Wanyun was very annoyed, no one had spoken to her in this tone since she was a child, she shouted, "What! ”

Chen Mingqiu smiled coldly, and he said: "It's ridiculous, I always thought you were pitiful, and I thought you had no friends, so I let myself be your first friend." It turns out that I've always been a young boy......"

The young man was alone in the wind and snow, leaving only a white cloud sitting with his head on his side.

Bai Wanyun felt a little cold, she put her feet together, and rubbed her arms with her hands.

She looked back at Ming Lake, there was no snow in Ming Lake, but she had tears.