Danqing depicts the old people, and Chinese painting paints the New Year. The window grilles spilled from the glass on the side of the rice paper, and the ink color also spread, continuing the light and shadow handed by nature......

Nothing will refuse to be beautiful and fall on you, the green bricks are willing to make paper, and the morning sun will tear itself apart, but no matter what, you have to record the shadow of people.

Guan Qi hid in the shadow and admired, only feeling that his clumsiness, which would inevitably disturb Jiang Shijin's painting. I still remember grinding ink for my grandfather when I was a child, and I didn't say anything about it, and I almost dropped the ink that my grandfather had been reluctant to fall on the ground and shatter.

"It's so pretty......"

Looking at the architectural style and layout of the courtyard with BJ's 'magnanimity', and reading the 'tactful' landscape rhyme of Jiangsu and Zhejiang in his heart, Jiang Shijin painted a chivalrous man of the rivers and lakes.

Guan Qi, who used his mobile phone to record light and shadow, suddenly looked up and saw this scene.

"It's a good mood." Thinking in his mouth, Guan Qi knew that this was Jiang Shijin's side that he didn't know, and maybe it was why he easily became good friends with Jiang Shijin: the latter's emotions are introverted, and if he thinks about it, he may think about it for a long time, and he may not do it after thinking about it.

"Hey...... But isn't that tiring? ”

"Huh?"

A gust of wind pried open the window, disrupting Jiang Shijin's hair and covering his eyebrows. After a pause, Jiang Shijin heard Guan Qi's words.

It's just that Jiang Shijin didn't hear it too clearly, and Guan Qi didn't want to repeat it again. Because the latter found that it seems that Jiang Shijin does a lot of things to take care of other people's emotions first, and this other person often contains his own.

So much so that even if he said it, I was afraid that in the end, it would become Jiang Shijin to comfort himself not to go to his heart, but he couldn't untie Jiang Shijin's heart knot for half a minute.

"What's wrong?"

Realizing that Guan Qi didn't say anything more, Jiang Shijin stood up and completely exposed to the sun after the whole painting.

The snow fell all over the sky, and the three-foot Qingfeng in the hand of the knight did not have a sharp sword intent, but it seemed to be dulled by the years - Jiang Shijin, who grew up in Zhejiang, was the most likely to come into contact with the world-famous Longquan sword.

The shoes on his feet have not yet been fully painted, and they look like the ten-square shoes worn by the double Taoist priests.

"You ......" The road on the mountain is long but unusually clear, and there is not even a rough outline of the road down the mountain. Guan Qi thought about it and knew that Jiang Shijin would not not understand the relationship between the distance and proximity of painting, so it could only be a state of mind.

At the critical moment, Guan Qi still knew how important it was to keep quiet, so he didn't say any more after only saying two words, just turned around and made a cup of tea, pulled a chair and sat opposite Jiang Shijin.

New tea leads to new rain, and warmth blows the fragrance of dust. Before he could take two sips of tea, the steam was dispersed. Guan Qi looked helplessly towards the source, and then saw the rain outside the window.

Before the window could be closed, the rain sprinkled on the table, and even half of the hot tea was splashed into it.

"Your tea is new tea, it's not cheap."

"Ah, how do you know?" Guan Qi has found out, and he is always prone to ask some extremely stupid questions. Jiang Shijin is a native of Hangzhou, and there are countless varieties of tea in Zhejiang, and even the bag he just bought is undoubtedly produced in Hangzhou.

"Ah...... What's that, just drink it, and don't care if it's expensive or not, after all, you get what you pay for. ”

"In fact, it still depends on personal taste, and the origin is different, and the price fluctuation is still very large."

Even in the field that he is absolutely good at, Jiang Shijin did not say anything 'aggressive', but only used the most insipid words to provide sincere advice and guidance to his good friends.

"Actually, I bought it because I was optimistic about it, but in fact, the difference between tea at one price and every year is so big, hey...... I feel that I want to buy good tea, and I rely on my life. "Unless he is idle and wants to enjoy the artistic conception, Guan Qi drinks tea 'tons and tons', and he doesn't care about what 'should be', and he has already stood up and stored water when he speaks.

"Well, after all, the rain and temperature are different every year, so it's good to buy more when you meet your favorite."

"Hey, speaking of which, I feel that the taste of your hometown is not so strong, it seems that I am the ...... that Mandarin is not standard" Guan Qi came back with tea, "But your local characteristics are still quite strong, look at your piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are proficient, unlike me who is half-baked in everything, and I am a gentleman in ancient times." ”