The boat rowed to the middle of the river, Shi Niang always paid attention to the boatman's movements, found that he had lowered the oars, and immediately stared at the tent curtain vigilantly.

And Du Shuaishuai, the bastard, saw the pastry snacks in the tent, so he gnawed hard, regardless of whether the owner of the boat would be angry or not.

The tent curtain was lifted by the boatman, in fact, he was still a little worried about the portrait in the tent, after all, he was a child, and it was inevitable that he would make mistakes.

When he came in, he saw that he didn't expect the situation, and all the scrolls were neatly placed in place. I guess it was the child's mother who cleaned it up, right?

"Uncle, my mask is on the table, if you like, take it and play with it." Du Shuaishuai originally looked out the window to see the scene, and when he knew that the boatman had walked in, he immediately looked back at the boatman.

When the boatman saw Du Shuaishuai's face, his thick eyebrows quietly wrinkled, and there were soft ripples.

The child is so handsome, the child's mother should not be bad, right? "Why isn't the child's father with you?"

Father? Du Shuaishuai has never asked Shi Niang this kind of question, and even if he asked, Shi Niang had amnesia, and there was no way to answer it.

It's just that when a stranger asked, Shi Niang didn't think about it, and replied: "It's dead." ”

Du Shuaishuai opened his bright goose eyes wide, muttered his small mouth and asked Shi Niang, "Mother, what is death?" ”

"It's just... Meaning not to be with you. "Isn't it? On Paper Harrier Mountain, Shi Niang has never seen a man other than Du Shuaishuai and his master, Du Shuaishuai's father is not dead, what else can it be?

The boatman didn't ask Shi Niang about the sensitive topic, stepped over to the side where Du Shuaishuai was sitting, walked to the pile of paintings, picked up one of the paintings, and unfolded the portrait.

"My son didn't ruin your painting, don't check it!" Shi Niang thought that the boatman was worried that these portraits that looked good would be damaged, and he didn't like to be questioned about her and her son's character, so she took the first step and threatened.

The boatman's pale pink lips hooked upward, and he laughed, "This one is what I just painted, and the ink on it hasn't dried yet." ”

"Huh?" Shi Niang stuck out her head and looked at the portrait in the boatman's hand, and apologized embarrassedly: "I don't know, so... Say, how many taels of silver do you want me to pay you? ”

The boatman glanced up at Shi Niang, who was wearing a black mask, and put the collected colored ink back on the table.

Shi Niang looked at the boatman's appearance, as if she wanted to remodify the painting that she had destroyed. Because the ink was not dried and was rolled up by Shi Niang, this painting... Appalling. Shi Niang is interested in how this boatman can control the fine brush in his hand and rebirth a ruined portrait.

Du Shuaishuai was not interested in what the two adults did, sometimes jumping outside the tent to play in the water, sometimes going back to the tent to eat, and having fun.

Shi Niang ignored her mischievous son, staring intently at the fine brush and scroll in the boatman's hand, and she saw a copy of the colorful waterscape painting, which the boatman had redrawn into an elegant ink painting with ink.

"Awesome!" Shi Niang did not hesitate to applaud the boatman, "Your painting is very good!" Why don't you sell your paintings? ”

The painting scroll in the tent, because Du Shuaishuai opened three or four pieces, Shi Niang looked at it twice when she helped clean it up, and thought it was good, and she sold it in the market, and there should be more than a dozen taels of silver, right?

The boatman listened to Shi Niang's words and asked, "Didn't you see my portrait just now?" ”

Shi Niang nodded truthfully, she did look at it, she thought it was bought by the boatman at the market at first, but she didn't expect it to be painted by him.

"Then you didn't see the seal on the scroll?" Each of his painted portraits is stamped with his exclusive seal with his name on it.

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(Markor Literature-)