"Are these calligraphy and paintings made by Mr.?" The blue-robed man looked respectful and gave a salute with his fists.

"The calligraphy and painting are made by me, if you fancy any calligraphy and painting, you will buy it, and each calligraphy and painting will be gold!" Cheng Qianbi walked the dragon and snake writing on the paper, without raising his head to look at him.

The man in the green robe was a little strange when he saw this, but he didn't mind, but said: "A word is worth it, I think it's worth it." Why don't I buy all the calligraphy and paintings?"

"No! you can only buy one piece a month here, don't be in a hurry!" Cheng Qian slowly put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and glanced at the blue-robed man lightly, shook his head and said.

"Oh, what's the reason why you can only buy one calligraphy and painting this month? Could it be that there is a mystery in this calligraphy and painting?" Seeing this, the man in the green robe was a little incredulous, and seemed to think that the store was a little contrived.

"If you insist on buying one more, you can buy it back first, and if something goes wrong, you can come to me!"

Cheng Qian shook his head indifferently and said, with a wave of pen and ink in his hand, the word 'Dao' that had just been written floated strangely towards the man in the green robe.

"Extraordinary!"

The man in the green robe did not pursue the matter of only buying one calligraphy and painting in January, but took away the flying calligraphy and painting with a bright eye, took out the gold and put it on the table, and turned to leave.

"You have to take a good look at the artistic conception in the words! It's your chance to meet me!" Cheng Qian looked at the blue-robed man who disappeared into the store, and nodded strangely.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, another month passed, a thin little girl walked into the Xuanqing calligraphy and painting, she looked around, and when her gaze stopped at the picture of Xiaohe Village, her eyes could not be taken away.

"Uncle, where is this painting?" the little girl scratched her head, as if she couldn't think of where it was, and couldn't help but ask strangely.

Cheng Qian, who was sitting at the desk writing, put down the pen in his hand when he saw this, raised his head and smiled slightly: "That's the picture of Xiaohe Village." It's Xiaohe Village, a hundred miles away from Hongye Town, you seem to be very interested in this painting?"

The little girl nodded, and her eyes involuntarily looked at the picture of Xiaohe Village again.

"If you like it, take this painting home and look at it slowly!" Cheng Qian said with a kind smile when he saw that she was really interested.

"Really?" the little girl was very cute, and seemed to be a little incredulous, so she quickly covered her mouth and said in surprise.

Then the little girl was excited, and she stepped forward and prepared to take down the picture of Xiaohe Village, but because of her height. She couldn't reach the top of the painting at all, she couldn't take it off, and looked at Cheng Qian with some embarrassment.

At this time, a woman walked out of the inner hall, Zhuang Mengying looked at the helpless little girl curiously and said a little puzzled: "Whose little girl is really handsome at this time!"

"My sister helped me take the painting down, and I ...... I can't reach it!" the little girl didn't recognize her life, and looked at Zhuang Mengying and said with some embarrassment.

Zhuang Mengying didn't seem to understand, and glanced at Cheng Qian, who nodded slightly. She walked over, took down the picture of Xiaohe Village suspiciously, and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl took the picture of Xiaohe Village and immediately cheered. Cherished it in his hand, took a closer look at it and couldn't put it down, and hurriedly said to Cheng Qian: "Thank you, uncle and sister, I am from the baked cake shop opposite." See you soon!"

Saying that, she quickly ran out of the store and shouted at the door, "Daddy, look." This is a painting given to me by my uncle and sister!"

"Why does she call you uncle and sister, are you that old?" Zhuang Mengying glanced at Cheng Qian strangely, confused.

Cheng Qian shook his head and smiled, stood up, walked to the door, only to see a man and a woman walking out of a shop selling baked cakes opposite, the two of them glanced at the little girl lovingly, took the calligraphy and painting in her hand, couldn't help but be stunned, after hesitating, looked at Cheng Qian at the door of Xuanqing calligraphy and painting and said: "Little brother, the little girl is not sensible, this is worth a lot of money, you cultural people, you are all making money by craft, I am a real person, I can't take advantage of you, how much money I will give you." ”

Cheng Qian shook his head and said, "It's just a painting, since the little girl likes it, then give it to her!"

Uncle Baked Cake hesitated, glanced at Cheng Qian, and said with a smile: "You have been here for a few months, and I haven't seen you go out, I originally thought it was an old man who painted, but I didn't expect to be so young!"

Cheng Qian nodded with a smile and glanced at the little girl who was staring at him blankly.

The girl's father is also a real person, and he felt embarrassed when he took advantage of others, so he hurriedly said: "Little brother, if you don't dislike it, come to my house for a light meal, my daughter-in-law's cooking is very delicious, and there is self-brewed corn wine, which can't be bought outside!"

Cheng Qian felt a little interesting, and couldn't help but smile and nodded: "That kid is disrespectful!"

"Haha, everyone is a neighbor, and it is also appropriate to hang out with each other, and there are relatively few people on our street, so it is also fun to have a meal together, don't you say?"

Uncle Baked Cake smiled happily, turned to the woman and said, "The child and her mother, don't go to prepare wine and food, I want to have a good drink with this little brother!"

"Look at your virtue, okay, okay, then wait a while!" the woman blushed, complained, and couldn't help but pull the little girl into the baked cake shop.

The girl's mother is not very old, but her personality is quite gentle, she is a good wife and mother, and it can be seen from some details that the family is very happy.

A moment later, there was such a table and chair in the baked cake shop, on which fragrant hot dishes were already placed, and the smell of wine came out.

Cheng Qian temporarily closed his shop, followed the aroma of wine and food, and walked into the baked cake shop.

"Hehe, little brother is here, sit down!" Uncle Baked Cake saw Cheng Qian and the others come in, and invited him to sit down very politely.

Cheng Qian and Zhuang Mengying quickly took their seats, and they all looked at the fragrant wine and food, even if he, a monk who had already opened the valley, would inevitably swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Zhuang Mengying was not polite, and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and said happily: "It looks delicious, uncle, I'm welcome!"

"You're welcome, you eat!" Uncle Baked Cake smiled happily, and his eyes turned to Cheng Qian: "Little brother, your daughter-in-law is really handsome, like a big family!"

"Uncle said it was funny, she just ......"

Cheng Qian smiled helplessly, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Uncle Baked Cakes: "Come on, don't say anything, drink corn wine, taste it, don't you want to see it?"

Zhuang Mengying chewed a green vegetable in her mouth, and she didn't know what she thought, and a foot under the table stretched out and kicked Cheng Qian's foot fiercely.

Cheng Qian's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything, he glanced at Zhuang Mengying, who was pretending to be stupid and stunned, and then raised his wine glass and toasted at his uncle.

Drinking Uncle Baked Cake's corn wine and eating warm home-cooked meals, Cheng Qian had an indescribable feeling in his heart, very wonderful, very warm, very caring, which he had never felt as a monk.

After three rounds of drinking, the two families were full of food and drink, and they talked very happily, seeing that it was getting late, Cheng Qian did not bother much, and said goodbye and returned to his shop.

"What are you going to say just now, I'll sue you, and outsiders will say that I'm your wife in the future, don't be embarrassed!" As soon as she returned to the house, Zhuang Mengying spoke a little angrily.

After this period of getting along, Zhuang Mengying is not as gentle as before, she seems to have changed as a person, and she didn't always think about Cheng Qian when she was in Xiaohe Village.

However, Cheng Qian disagreed with this, people are growing, there will always be changes, he did not treat her coldly, but she complained to him from time to time.

Cheng Qian also seems to have realized that it is not easy for people to get along with others.

"Whatever you want, but pay attention to proportion!" Cheng Qian lightly lost such a sentence, and the person left the store.

Since this day, Cheng Qian's life has added a different color, that is, from time to time the neighbors hang out with each other, as well as the corn wine that he never forgets, sweet and delicious, and he will be a little drunk if he drinks too much, which makes him love it.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Qian has come to Hongye Town for the second year, and his appearance has also aged a little, and Zhuang Mengying, who was originally slim, has become more coquettish at this moment.

During this time, Cheng Qian, as usual, went to the baked cake shop opposite from time to time to eat, get some wine to drink, and even taught Uncle Baked Cake's daughter to read and write.

The child was particularly interested in painting, and Cheng Qian also taught her some landscape drawings appropriately.

In the shop pù of Xuanqing calligraphy and painting, now it is not just words, some strange beasts, demons and monsters that mortals have never seen before, are painted vividly, as if vivid.

On a pillar facing the main entrance, there was a golden unicorn picture, which Cheng Qian painted by imitating the two golden unicorns in the Golden Spirit Hall by virtue of his memory.

In addition, there were some people he had met, and the places were almost all drawn from memory.

At this time, Cheng Qian held a brush in his hand, dipped it in paint, and lightly clicked a few strokes at the outline of a demon beast drawn on the table, like the finishing touch, and suddenly a desolate aura rushed out of the painting, causing a slight spiritual power fluctuation in the entire house.

In the painting, there is a wolf, with wings on its back, and a half-crescent mark on its eyebrows, it stands majestically on the top of the snow-capped mountain, with a bright moon above its head, as if it looks at the sky.

With Cheng Qian's shop, after adding these dragon and tiger monsters, there are gradually some customers in the store, although these people can't feel the aura in the painting, but they can see that these paintings are extraordinary, and over time, the originally remote street, because of Cheng Qian, the flow of people has also become more, and Cheng Qian's shop is also famous in this area.

However, as there were more people, things also became more, and Cheng Qian and Zhuang Mengying were also a little too busy, but fortunately, most of them came to see and didn't really buy them, because almost all of these calligraphy and paintings were sold at the same price, and they were all a piece of gold! Ordinary mortals couldn't afford it at all. (To be continued......)