There is a storyteller in Lingwu, everyone calls him Mr. Big, there is a gentleman in Lingwu's academy, everyone also calls him Mr. Big, there is a nine-year-old boy on the street in Lingwu, everyone calls him Mr. Little.

Mr. Storyteller knows the big and small things in the world, knows a lot, the gentleman in the academy teaches literacy, teaches martial arts, the little gentleman on the big street memorizes the guqin, plays a good song, has a wonderful pen in his hand, and the painting is lifelike, the little gentleman will also have a hand in medical skills, and he can try it for minor illnesses and major illnesses, and all kinds of abilities are in the body, and he has made positive teaching materials used by adults in the county to educate young people, those peers, they are high-spirited, they do not obey the teaching, and they are clamoring to come to see it, and after that, in addition to the adults in the booth of the little gentleman, there are also those peers, They looked rebellious and arrogant, and shouted disdainfully, "Yo, isn't this Mr. Xiao?" ”

“……”

Chen Zhiming sold paintings for a few years, played the piano for a few years, read most of his father's medical books, and his fame gradually became apparent, Ling Wu knew more people about him, and his fame was known by the businessmen and travelers who came and went, and the businessmen and travelers took his stories everywhere, so his fame was scattered everywhere, and someone asked him to go to a bigger place, where there were more people and geniuses, maybe he could meet people like him.

The young man shook his head and said with a smile, "Where you do things, you can be a person wherever you are, Ling Wu is very small, as small as the yard at home, Ling Wu is also very big, as big as the world."

In the final analysis, it's not that he doesn't want to see the outside world, but that he is the world in the small courtyard, and if the courtyard leaves his world, the people in the courtyard will have no way to live, and Ling Wu is the big world in the eyes of his small world.

Chen Zhiming has seen a lot of people come to listen to the music, everyone who comes to listen to the music, and he has also learned some new things from these people, for example, there was a very interesting person in front of his stall yesterday, that person was dressed in white and snowy, his clothes were fluttering, like a fairy in the sky, his handsome face flashed with a pair of clear starry eyes, he had a fan pinned to his waist, and he also held a fan in his hand, but the fan in his hand was shabby, which was extremely inconsistent with his outfit.

Chen Zhiming asked him why he didn't take out the fan on his waist and use it, but he wanted to use such a fan that looked worn and old, and the man said that the new fan was for the new person, and the old fan was for the old person. Chen Zhiming saw that he was interesting, so he wanted to help him draw a picture, so the man took him to Ling Wu's tavern and came to a window position.

It happened to be the season of flowers, there was a peach blossom tree outside the window, some branches stretched out to the window, there was a pot of wine on the table, a few wine glasses, it looked really beautiful, he came and went and wiped the table and bench three times, and then sat down satisfied, after sitting down, he put on a handsome pose, looked up at the window, nodded and signaled Chen Zhiming to start writing, Chen Zhiming did not live up to him, painted a painting that he was more satisfied with, but the man accepted the painting, but did not give Chen Zhiming two silver taels, but said to Chen Zhiming, How can such a masterpiece be measured by silver taels, so he left later, and when he left, he said to Chen Zhiming that he would exchange things for him, but he hadn't thought about what to exchange for now, and he would give it to him when he thought about it, and now he owes it first. But what Chen Zhiming wanted to say was that he didn't have to be so troublesome at all, and he could give it to him directly, but he didn't say it when the words came to his mouth, because this person should not accept this kind of free gift, even if it is no different from a free gift now.

The street is a gathering place for adults, and the alley is a place for children to play, Chen Zhiming actually wants to go to the alley to see, but for so long, he has spent time on the street, he is thinking, if he suddenly goes to the alley, then he is not doing his job.

One day, he plucked up his courage and stepped into the alley, the bluestone slabs under his feet were one after another, there were no trees in the alley, only the bluestone slabs under his feet, and two high walls, the grass quietly poked his head out in the gap in the corner of the wall, Chen Zhiming walked to the depths, but saw a small courtyard inside, this small courtyard looked more dilapidated than his own yard, and when he walked to the door, Chen Zhiming heard a burst of sobbing from inside, and his curiosity drove him to look towards the door, only to see a young girl kneeling in the yard, facing the house, From time to time, a word like "useless" came out of the room, and Chen Zhiming looked at the girl. The girl's body began to shake slightly, thinking that it was because she had been kneeling for too long, and sure enough, as Chen Zhiming guessed, after a while, the girl fainted because of physical exhaustion, and the people in the house still scolded from time to time, seeing this, Chen Zhiming had no desire to look down, so he turned his head and walked to the other side of the alley. But there are not many who can barely support themselves like him.

A few days later, Chen Zhiming came to the alley with painting paper and painting tools, and began to paint the alley in his eyes, just painting and painting, a drop of raindrops fell, he looked up, the sky was overcast at some point, and the raindrops the size of beans fell sparsely, Chen Zhiming hurriedly collected the painting, but the rain suddenly became heavier, just when Chen Zhiming thought that his painting paper tools were going to suffer, an oil-paper umbrella was blocked overhead, Chen Zhiming looked back, I saw a girl in a plain white dress holding an umbrella for herself.

"Thank you" Chen Zhiming didn't know how to thank him, then the girl said, "I see that you have a lot of things, and the front is my house, if you don't mind, you can go with me to avoid the rain first"

Chen Zhiming thought about it, and now he can only do this, so he spoke; "Then it's a trouble girl"

Then followed her to the depths of the courtyard, until he stopped in front of a courtyard gate, and when Chen Zhiming saw the courtyard, he remembered that this was not the courtyard he passed by a few days ago?

Just when he hesitated to go in, the courtyard door was opened from the inside, only to see a middle-aged woman scolding as soon as she opened the door, "You dead girl, only now thinking about returning to the ......" Before she finished speaking, she saw Chen Zhiming on the side, and a familiar feeling suddenly came to her heart, she suddenly remembered that Chen Zhiming seemed to be the young man who sold paintings on the street, so she asked unconvincedly, "Are you the little gentleman who sells paintings on the street?"

Chen Zhiming slightly arched his hand and said, "I don't dare to be the word sir, it's the kid."

Then the woman looked at the girl in confusion and motioned for her to tell her what was going on

Before the girl could speak, Chen Zhiming explained, "Today's sudden visit, I'm really sorry, just because I was painting in the alley, who expected it to rain suddenly, fortunately I met this girl, so I kept the painting, followed the girl here, I don't know if the eldest lady can leave me here to hide from the rain for a while"

The woman hurriedly moved out of the way, her face full of smiles, but there was a hint of embarrassment in her tone, "Yes, of course, but the home is a bit simple, I hope you don't mind"

Chen Zhiming waved his hand and said, "It's a great favor for you to keep me sheltered from the rain, how can I be so ignorant?"

Hearing him say this, the woman signaled the girl to bring Chen Zhiming into the house, after entering the house, the scene in the house came into view, the simple furniture made Chen Zhiming sigh that life is not easy, the girl moved the stool to Chen Zhiming's side, motioned Chen Zhiming to sit down and rest, the latter thanked and sat down, although it was not very polite, but Chen Zhiming still quietly observed the surroundings, looking around, there was very little furniture, not even half of his own home, at this time the girl poured a cup of hot water for Chen Zhiming to send over, seemed to notice Chen Zhiming's eyes, she opened her mouth and introduced, "My name is Gu Wen, and it is my mother Hu who opened the door for you, and there are two of us mother and daughter in the family now, and there is nothing to make a living, so it is a little shabby, I hope you don't mind"

Chen Zhiming's mind was seen through, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry"

"It's okay" Gu Wen seemed to have been used to it for a long time, so when Chen Zhiming secretly observed her home, she didn't react at all.

Seeing this, Hu Shi on the side started talking and asked, "Little sir......"

"Poof!!"

Hearing the words Mr. Xiao coming out of the woman's mouth again, Chen Zhiming immediately squirted out the water he had just drunk into his mouth, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't call me that, I really can't afford the word sir."

This sudden move forced Hu Shi back from what he was about to speak, and instead changed his words, "Are you okay?"

Gu Wen also hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe off the water stains on Chen Zhiming's clothes.

"I'm fine, thank you, I'll just come by myself" After speaking, Chen Zhiming removed the water stains on his body.

Seeing that he reacted so much, Hu Shi then said, "Don't you know? You are now very famous in the county, and everyone calls you Little Sir, and they compare their children with you so that they can learn from you."

Hearing this, Chen Zhiming remembered that there were indeed many peers in the past few days before his stall, and there were even younger ones than him, and he was still wondering, it turned out that this was the reason.

"Alas," Chen Zhiming sighed, "I'm just a painting boy who begs for food and clothing."

Gu Wen walked forward, looked at Chen Zhiming, and said, "You don't have to be humble, your talent is obvious to everyone, not only our Ling Wu, but also in Tianyu, and even other places, there are your stories."

Gu Wen didn't expect that the teenager she helped casually was actually the little gentleman who she had often heard people talk about recently

Chen Zhiming didn't know what to say for a while, when he looked at his paintings, he suddenly looked at Gu Wen, remembering the scene where she was holding an oil-paper umbrella in the alley before. In the alley, on the bluestone slab path, a woman in a plain dress and a white skirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella, looked back, a thousand-year-old alley, smoke and rain.

Both mother and son were shocked by this painting, this young man's painting skills were even more advanced than the rumors, especially Gu Wen, she looked incredulous, the woman in the painting was the same as herself. At this time, Chen Zhiming looked at her and said, "I'm sorry, I had an inspiration just now, and I drew you into it without your consent."

Seeing this, Gu Wen waved her hand again and again, and said bluntly, "I'm already very happy that you can draw me in, and this painting is really good" She looked at Chen Zhiming expectantly and said; "Can you give me this picture? I can exchange things with you."

Chen Zhiming saw her appearance and smiled, "I once said that if you paint every day, this painting will be given to you today, and as for the reward, it should be regarded as returning your grace for holding an umbrella."

Gu Wen waved her hand again and again and said, "This painting is so valuable, how can it be offset with an umbrella, besides, I was going to pass from there at the time, this is just a convenience"

Looking at her like this, Chen Zhiming knew that if she gave it directly to her, she would definitely be uneasy, after thinking for a while, Chen Zhiming looked at her and said, "That's it, my inspiration has not been good in recent days, I can't paint good works, I plan to wander around, to find inspiration, I need someone to help me get the tools for painting, if you really feel uneasy, then you can help me get the tools, these are all manual work, are you willing?" ”

Gu Wen almost blurted out the word willing, but she immediately looked at her mother, the Hu family didn't know what she was considering, she actually nodded and agreed, and finally the two agreed to meet Chen Zhiming tomorrow morning at the stall on weekdays. About half an hour later, the rain outside stopped, and Chen Zhiming said goodbye and left.

On the second day, Chen Zhiming got up early and came to the stall on weekdays, the sun rose on the horizon, a gust of morning wind blew, and some peach blossoms were blown off.

"Morning, little sir"