"Let you draw the picture,

How's the drawing?"

Looking at the last person in front of him, the person who entered the house, the county magistrate smiled and opened his mouth.

Covered his face with his sleeve and made a look of shame, and Lu Painter's voice was a little embarrassed,

"Don't dare to deceive adults, Xiaomin hasn't started writing yet... Please be lenient for two days..."

"Why?"

"It's really because I haven't prepared the pen and ink materials for drawing, and I can't start writing in a hurry..."

Painter Lu lowered his head and explained carefully.

Smelling the white mist rising from the teacup, he nodded slightly, the county magistrate was not speaking, he leaned back casually with the teacup in both hands, and said no more.

There was no sound of anyone talking in the room.

There was no incense in the incense burner that was originally floating with green smoke.

The magistrate drank tea, lowered his head, and coughed twice from time to time.

Painter Lu just stood like this, hanging his head.

About an hour passed

It was already dark outside.

The last Phnom Penh on the clouds has gradually faded, and the smoke of every household has been wafting up.

Looking up at the sky outside the window, and then at the Lu painter who had been standing for a long time, the magistrate put down the teacup in his hand, stood up, and walked forward.

"You, how long did it take to draw that picture for the Zhou family?"

"Nearly a month..."

Raising his head, Zhixian paced past Lu Huashi with his hands behind his back, and tilted his head slightly.

"How long do you draw a day?"

"About three hours. ”

Nodding casually, in the place where he couldn't see behind Master Lu, an inexplicable smile appeared on the face of the county master.

"Someone. The county magistrate suddenly turned around and shouted at the door.

The door immediately opened, and the figure of the sheep's beard who had just been in the front hall appeared outside the door, bent down, clasped hands, and replied respectfully, "My lord." ”

The figure of Lu Huashi trembled slightly, and was silent.

looked back, turned around again, and waved his hand casually,

"Lay it out. ”

"No!"

The sheepbeard catcher shouted loudly and turned to leave.

With the head catcher that is gradually fading away... Click, the magistrate spoke again, he put his hands behind his back and stood aside, his voice was not loud, nor fast, it was like telling a story, and there was no fireworks.

"When I was a child, my family was in the middle of the road, and when I was not weak, I had to learn to chop wood by myself. ”

Bang!

A stone slab was carried into the room and lay flat on the ground with a muffled thud.

"Cutting wood is very strenuous, not only can the arms be tired and cannot be lifted, but sometimes they will get stuck in the wooden thorns. ”

The officer went out the door for a while, and when he came in again, he had an extra piece of firewood in his hand.

The magistrate walked over, bent over, and slid his index finger against the rough surface of the wood.

"That feeling, it hurts..."

The clenched fists that Lu painter put on both sides of his body had already been drenched with a thin layer of sweat at this time.

While talking, the county magistrate took the firewood knife handed by the sheepbeard catcher on the side,

Blowing the dust that does not exist on the blade of the wood,

The two overlapped and struck the blade.

"Come, hold the hatchet. ”

The county magistrate smiled and put the horizontal firewood knife close to the arms of Master Lu.

Painter Lu's hand hesitated a little, lifted it twice, but never leaned over.

"Come, I'll remind you on the side. ”

The hand holding the firewood knife in the county raised up and down and signaled.

The painter's fingers trembled a little, and he picked up the firewood knife and walked slowly towards the erected firewood.

"My grandfather used to be a prefect.

He also likes to draw. ”

Smack, the painter shallowly chopped the firewood, but did not split.

The magistrate didn't urge, he lifted his robe and squatted down.

"Tut-tut

I still remember that my grandfather had a painting of Dong Qichang,

sprayed with pine oil,

Pour the tea and do not scatter the ink.

Do you spray pine oil on your paintings?"

Lord Zhixian raised his head with interest and asked at the Lu painter above.

Syllable!

With another split, Lu Huashi shook his head slightly expressionlessly.

"Grandpa wanted me to learn to draw too,

He said

Painting can make people meditate,

Wear Patience..."

Syllable!

Staring at the firewood in front of him in a daze, the county magistrate read in his mouth,

"I asked my grandfather how to do it.

He said

Bend down to practice writing for six hours a day,

It takes three years to get out of the doorway. ”

Lu painter Mu Ne waved the firewood knife, he was waiting for the county to finish speaking.

"Your paintings are worth money,

You have a lot of work in your pen.

But you're different. ”

Wu stopped the movement in his hand, and the painter Lu looked at the county master with some suspicion.

"It's different from what Grandpa said.

He said that he would hold out for three years, six hours a day,

But you... Only stood for an hour,

The legs were changed several times. ”

The county magistrate also raised his head and met the eyes of Lu Huashi, his eyes were very bright, as if he was not in the office at this time, but back to the time when he was a child, when he played with his grandfather.

"Are you so good?

Or is grandpa lying to me?

Tell me..."