Bai Song yawned and drank a big bowl of strong tea, but he still couldn't dispel the sleepiness. There's something to do at this point, or you're going to have to go straight to sleep.

Bai Song was not interested in teaching this annoying boy, but it can be seen that Yu Ji on the side walked over quietly after hearing about sketching.

It's clear that this good-looking brother is interested in sketching.

Since Miss Yu Ji is interested, Bai Song is happy to show off her talent.

Of course, at this moment, neither of them knew that what Bai Song drew in the examination room was called a sketch.

Bai Song took the pen, spread out the paper, and began his sketch teaching class.

This lecture has been talked about from the sunshine to the sunset.

Bai Song talked about what is perspective, what is near and far small, what is virtual and real, what is contrast, what is reference, what is shadow, what is reflection, and what is horizontal......

This is a set of theoretical knowledge based on Western painting, which fully fills the gap in current painting theory, and also has an echoing relationship with some ink painting techniques.

I can hear that this brother and sister are in the clouds, but they feel profound and mysterious.

After a lot of theoretical knowledge, Yu Ji has been persuaded to retire, although the sketch is wonderful, but to abandon the previous painting experience and specialize in one, it is obviously not worth the loss.

Yu Qingqing was very interested, holding a carbon pen and eager to try.

Because in her heart, the portrait of herself is the best painting in the world, she has to work hard to learn and draw one for Bai Gongzi one day.

Bai Song asked the guy to take an egg out and put it in front of Yu Qingqing.

"Aren't you going to learn to sketch? Let's start by drawing eggs. ”

Yu Qingqing frowned: "Draw eggs? People want to paint people. ”

"If you can't draw an egg, why don't you talk about painting people?"

Yu Qingqing furrowed her brows, a little dissatisfied, but because she was a beginner, she could only listen to Bai Song.

Bai Song thought in his heart, the great painter Leonardo da Vinci came over like this, and an egg can perfunctory this little for a year or two, hoping that he can really calm down, and he will not come to disturb himself in the future to get close to Miss Yu Ji.

The two women who were listening to the music upstairs came down.

Qing'er seems to be very satisfied and has confidence in the program of the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival.

After that, I watched the sunrise and sunset, counted the days and waited for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Bai Song's life in Chang'an gradually became normal, going back and forth between Qianzhuang and home every day, planning the decoration of Qianzhuang with Qing'er, and inquiring about what programs other families had prepared for the Lantern Festival.

When the sun is out, it is like bathing in the sunshine in the Sangsang Temple.

When it's raining, take the white bees and count the puddles together under the eaves.

Life in ancient times was not so magnificent, and when Bai Song was a little bored, he occasionally thought of the princess in the small pavilion and the skirt with her rich body fragrance.

But after that, the little eunuch never looked for him again, which made Bai Song occasionally think about it.

Bai Song took the time to write a letter to Xiang'er, asking about all kinds of things at home, and wrote a few modern love poems, it is estimated that Nan Nizi will blush when she sees it.

Bai Song also thought about whether to go to Shu Wang, and felt that this was not the time, since he had already worshiped under Yu Shinan and became Yu Shinan's disciple, it would not be long before he could soar.

I have waited so much time, but when I get here, I can't wait?

After thinking about it, Bai Song always suppressed the impulse in his heart and did not inquire about all the information about Shu Wang and Li Jing.

During the few days of waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival, except for the closest people, Bai Song had the most contact with the annoying little.

Since he came into contact with sketching, the man has been running to the money village every day.

If nothing else, just to be able to draw a few carbon pens in the bank.

After coming and going, Yu Qingqing got acquainted with everyone in the bank, everyone in the money village liked this little, she could be heard chirping every day, and no one dozed off in the idle afternoon.

……

August 14.

The streets and alleys of Chang'an City have a festive atmosphere.

In a simple house in Quchifang, Miss Mingyue pushed open the courtyard door with roast chicken and soju.

After entering the hut, there was a strong smell of wine inside, and the floor was full of rolling wine bottles and crooked poems on the walls, all of which were painted directly on the wall, and the whole room was indescribably messy.

Lu Yao was lying on the bed, and there was still the last sip of wine in the wine jug he was holding.

Wine can hurt the body, and wine can also heal.

Since he was beaten half to death outside the Yingyue Building, Lu Yao was seriously ill, but he actually picked up a life by relying on simple treatment and drinking all day long, although he is decadent now, he is also getting better day by day.

But Mingyue knew in her heart that this person was in good health, but not in good health.

Seeing the man on the bed, Mingyue felt uncomfortable.

She knew that Lu Gongzi was a good person, and he was even more talented, he cared about the world and had great ambitions, but he had no way.

Lu Gongzi's boredom today is still those Turkic people who are making trouble in Chang'an, the Turkic disaster is incomprehensible, and Lu Yao's heart is not happy for a day.

"Master Lu, I brought you your favorite roast chicken and soju."

"Got it, you can put it on the table and go."

Mingyue frowned slightly, thought for a while and said, "Today is August 14th, and tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival......"

"Mid-Autumn Festival? I can't stay in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I don't have a family, and I don't have to be reunited. ”

"I mean, the new words of "Water Tune Song Head" at the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, when will Lu Gongzi be empty, can he fill in the new words?"

"What water tune song head? It has nothing to do with me! ”

"But...... But I've already helped Childe promise to come down, this is the last day, if Childe doesn't fill in new words, tomorrow the Lantern Festival, what will Mingyue sing? ”

"Lantern Festival! Is that bullshit so important to you! You're a girl, why do you always want to be famous? What's so good about being an Oiran? Could it be that my Lu Yao's sincerity, Miss Mingyue still can't feel it? ”

"Childe is sincere, Mingyue knows it, it's just ...... It's just that Mingyue is not in the child's ......"

"Why are you so nice to me if it's not on me? Send food and drink every day, shh the cold and ask for warmth, you don't like me, you don't want to go with me, why don't you let me die! ”

"Childe is a good person and has great talents, Mingyue doesn't want to see Childe so depressed. Mingyue has always remembered that Mingyue can have today's momentum, thanks to Gongzi's poems and lyrics for Mingyue, Gongzi is kind to Mingyue, and Mingyue can't help but report it. ”

"Repay the favor? Gratitude! You can take such good care of me Lu Yao today, what will you do to repay Bai Song in the future? When you are nameless, my poems can help you to become famous, and you will come close to me! Now you want Bai Song's silver to push you to the top position, and you will approach Bai Song. Whose words don't matter to you anymore, I can't write the words of "Water Tune Song Head", you can find someone else! ”

Hearing Lu Yao's words, Miss Mingyue's tears rolled down, and her body trembled a little, unbelievable!

"Master Lu, in your heart, Mingyue is actually such a woman?"

"Even if I don't want to believe it, I have to believe it! If you are in love, why don't you go away with me? I, Lu Yao, have been begging all my life, and I will ensure that you have a worry-free life! ”

Mingyue shook her head, her eyes were firm: "Lu Gongzi, I have no other way to go than to climb higher, once I fall from a high place, there is an abyss under me, Lu Gongzi wrote poems for Mingyue, Mingyue is grateful, Bai Gongzi fights for Mingyue, Mingyue is also grateful." Tomorrow's Lantern Festival is very important to Bai Gongzi and me, even if Lu Gongzi really refuses to fill in the words, I will definitely find a new way. Since Lu Gongzi was so resolute, Mingyue didn't bother. ”

After speaking, Mingyue turned around and prepared to leave.

At this time, Lu Yao suddenly sat up from the bed, lowered his head and asked in a deep voice, "Miss Mingyue, I will ask one last question." ”

"Childe, please speak."

"Me and Bai Song, who will you choose?"

"......" Mingyue frowned, "I am the same to Lu Gongzi and Bai Gongzi, I am grateful and selfless. ”

"I said I had to pick one!" Lu Yao patted the bed in annoyance, and his words were terrifying.

Mingyue shuddered, looked at Lu Yao with a little fear, took a step back, and then said: "Today's Lu Gongzi is not Mingyue's favorite person, if you have to choose one, Mingyue is even more fond of Bai Gongzi." ”

"Heh......" The corners of Lu Yao's mouth twitched and sneered.

Then he pulled out a paper ball from the waste paper pile under the bed and threw it to Mingyue.

"The "Water Tune Song Head" you want, from now on, you won't have to see me!"

The paper ball flew into Mingyue's arms, a little suddenly.

Mingyue didn't understand it for the first time, and when she opened the paper ball and took a look, she saw that there was a new word of "Water Tune Song Head" written on it.

Mingyue looked at it seriously, and muttered in her mouth: "Put the wine to the sun, and ask the west wind speechlessly." Rouge is everything, do color dyeing hibiscus ......"

Looking at it, a divine light flashed in Mingyue's eyes, and she was immediately overjoyed, and quickly folded the paper with new words written on it, and arched her hand to Lu Yao: "Lu Gongzi's talent is undiminished, and Mingyue owes Gongzi a great favor again!" ”

After speaking, Mingyue hurriedly left, excited with this new word.

It's the last day, and on the last day there is finally a new word!

has been urged by the people of Qianzhuang many times before, and Miss Qing'er has repeatedly mentioned that she wants to change people to write words, it is Mingyue who tries to ensure that Lu Yao Gongzi does not change, saying that she will give Lu Gongzi some time, and she will definitely be able to give Qianzhuang a satisfactory answer.

Mingyue was still uneasy before, but now she is finally relieved.

Lu Gongzi's writing, the quality of the lyrics should be the best of the best, looking at the many talents in the capital, it is difficult to choose one person who can be compared with Lu Gongzi.

The new song with the new words is a wonderful match.

With this poem, Mingyue felt that she might be able to win the jackpot at the Lantern Festival!

At that time, not only himself, but also Lu Gongzi would become famous, and he did not live up to Bai Gongzi's love, everyone was happy, which was the best result!

Half an hour later, Mingyue arrived at Qianzhuang.

In the money village, Yu Qingqing painted on an egg alone, and he was going to vomit when he painted eggs these days, and every time he complained to Bai Song that he wanted to change something, he was always scolded back by Bai Song on the grounds that there were no two complete eggs in the world.

There was nothing wrong with Bai Song's theory, Yu Qingqing couldn't refute it, so he could only continue the boring training.

It was rare to see someone coming, Yu Qingqing hurriedly put away her pen and went over to say hello.

Mingyue has been to Qianzhuang several times, and every time she sees Yu Qingqing painting eggs there, she is also very strange: "Young Master Yu, why don't you go home to paint, you have to be here?" ”

"Humph! It's all that white song, so I can't even give me a charcoal pen! There's nowhere else to go but to come here. ”