Although Su Changmo was not happy, but he was unable to resist the sword for the time being, he had to break through the rouge aroma of all kinds of women all the way, and buried his head in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and the pedestrians and traders at the door were all curious to look around, and looked at each other, whose son came here at such a young age, and should stay here for a night, before he came out with his clothes closed, looking at the shy appearance, thinking that it was the first time to turn - Luan - Down-Phoenix, everyone regretted and was a little envious, Su Changmo stiffened his head and went away quickly.

As for what we are talking about today, since the uncle has acquiesced, Su Changmo feels that there should be no big deal, and he can make the uncle easier, even if it is just a little, Su Changmo also thinks it is worth it, but this matter is a little abrupt, Su Changmo still doesn't think very thoroughly about some of the key points, whether it is an accident or the uncle's precautions, and the encounter with the woman is obviously not accidental, but whether it is Wushuang or the woman who took the initiative to talk about cooperation, Su Changmo can't guess.

Step by step seems to be accidental, but it seems to be step-by-step, Su Changmo felt a little powerless in vain, but thinking about it carefully, since he saw the uncle in the town, what is the common sense, although Su Changmo does not know what everyone needs to do in the future, but he faintly feels that his body seems to be a little bit of a pound.

A long street running through the east and west cities seems to be very crowded, Su Changmo deliberately walked a little slower, by the way, to see if there are any good four treasures of the study, and strive to buy some rare genus, in the future, when he arrives in Dongyue Country, he will give it to Mu Haoru, and I don't know if the young man who stays in the sound of iron every day can study with peace of mind.

Then there is to find the largest tailor shop, buy some good needlework and silk, and wait for some time to see Si Shen and give him to relieve his boredom, which is another little secret that only Su Changmo knows.

Si Shen's family has a very small cloth shop, Si Shen's mother personally brought people to sew and mend clothes, after a long time, he fell into eye disease, and every day when the sky was dark, he couldn't see.

Si Shen didn't go to school because of his eyes, and only went to Mu Hao Confucianism every once in a while to teach Uncle Mu in private, so Si Shen has been by his mother's side during the day, and he is also a young man's ingenuity, and he learned these needlework skills when he came and went, at first just to help his mother, and then the young man himself fell in love with these splendid female workers, and became a boring way to relieve boredom, but secular prejudice often hurts people invisibly, even if Xu Jingmo and others have a very good relationship with Si Shen, Si Shen has never mentioned it, this matter is only known to Su Changmo, Si Shen is close to the sachet, and the needlework is always there。

Su Changmo turned around a few shops, although he didn't know whether the objects were true or false, just listening to the introduction of the shopkeeper, he really had a few favorite things, but he was not in a hurry to pay for them, Su Changmo remembered the names of the store objects one by one, thinking that he would have to come with Wushuang another day, and give the palm of his eyes, if it was really a good thing, he would take it down at that time.

Su Changmo was satisfied, and strode out from the largest "ink shop" in the West City, Mu Haoru Sishen was in too much hurry that day, and now he can finally make up for one or two.

On the right hand side of the study, a down-and-out scholar, bracket painting, a snow-white shirt, has been splashed with ink and dyed very unlikely, the scholar's feet are Xu, are all painted characters of the landscape, lifelike, quite a bit of the charm of the fake and true, before the painting stall, there are a lot of onlookers, but there are very few people who pay for paintings, the only one who is reluctant to give up a few taels of silver is mostly old, with grandchildren to play, can not bear the noise of children, ask for a small portrait of children and grandchildren.

Since ancient times, the elegant flow on the market road, whether it is selling words and paintings, or telling books and lecturing, most people should only be a lively, there are very few real connoisseurs, in this secular streets and alleys, no matter how elegant things are vulgar and fake, the door can be crowded, but if these people have a little capital, find a high door and deep hall of magnificent shops, the original will move in, not only those pen and ink calligraphy and painting, story and knowledge can be turned over a hundred times the value, if the door is like a market, but also can be famous, based on one side.

Su Changmo walked and stood in the corner in front of the men's stall, staring at the paintings on the ground one by one, he read less, and his pen and ink skills were even more difficult to get into the elegant hall, with this opportunity, Su Changmo didn't want to let go.

A few years ago, the old gentleman also made a painting, which was a picture of "deep mountain cedars", which was made after a day of drinking, and was bought by a merchant who passed by the town and rested in the restaurant for twenty taels of silver, and it is said that the merchant sold it for a thousand taels of silver, Su Changmo did not know whether it was true or false, because this was said by the old gentleman himself, but Su Changmo remembered the last sentence of the old gentleman's disappointed sigh, and said very seriously, "In fact, how can that painting be sold for tens of thousands of taels."

Tang Ying and the others were killed and didn't believe it, but Su Changmo was a little skeptical, "All kinds of knowledge, if there is one of them, it is priceless for people to understand."

The more I looked, the more Su Changmo admired this painting scholar, the light and heavy are appropriate, slow and orderly, the heavy place, the momentum is magnificent, and the breath is stagnant, as if the body is like a mayfly, lightly hooking the painting, free and ethereal, extremely freehand, as if the heart of the heart is depressed, a stroke of the sword, row the happy lake embankment, pouring out, happy extraordinary, instantly the people's hearts are raised, level with the sky, high on the clouds, looking at the rivers and mountains of the world.

Su Changmo had a little beads of sweat on his forehead, his breath floated, the young man got up, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and deliberately slowed down his mind before he could calm down and look again, every painting on the ground seemed to come to life, and he always wanted to pull himself into the painting, which was really magical.

The painting scholar stopped his pen, picked up the jasper wine jug on the bookcase next to him, his steps were a little vague, and he swayed left and right towards Su Changmo.

"Understand?"

Su Changmo bowed and said softly: "Student Su Changmo, I have seen Mr. I don't understand it, but I think it's very good-looking, and I'm a little forgetful for a while, sir. ”

The man's eyebrows were raised, as if he was slightly surprised, and sneered: "In today's world, where do you come from, I am just a down-and-out painter, and I can't afford to be a gentleman." ”

Su Changmo kept his mouth shut, others were humble, the young man really didn't know how to deal with it, he was not able to speak well, but don't talk too much, making others think that he was flattering.

The man carrying the wine seemed to see that Su Changmo was in a dilemma, and said loudly: "Your name is Su Changmo?"

The boy nodded slightly.

"My name is Dao Xuanzi. ”

Su Changmo was slightly surprised, this name sounds very similar to Wushuang, but it doesn't seem to be a scholar.

"How do you sell this painting?"

A few steps away from the two of them, a middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice.

Su Changmo looked at it, the light in his eyes flashed, it was the person who helped up the peerless in front of the jade stall that day, the man obviously recognized the young man when Su Changmo turned his head, but neither of them said much, let alone greeted, and they met in Pingshui, so it was not like this.

"Thirty-two pairs. The painting man turned his head to look at the person who spoke up, then turned around and stared at a picture of a dragon and phoenix on the ground with Su Changmo.

"I want it all. ”

"One pair per person, not much for sale. ”

Su Changmo turned his head and looked at the man who was smiling and drinking beside him, puzzled, there are still such rules for people selling paintings on the streets in this world?

The man glanced at Su Changmo, raised the wine glass and pushed it in front of Su Changmo, Su Changmo shook his head lightly, couldn't help but smile slightly, the man didn't force it, and drank again.

The person who bought the painting had already brushed his sleeves away, and when he was leaving, he looked deeply at Su Changmo. "Which one you like, I'll give it to you. Dao Xuanzi squatted on the ground and spoke quietly.

Su Changmo said with a smile: "Mr. said that he was joking, he would not be punished for nothing, and if he said a painting, the students could afford it." "Over the years, the restaurant helpers have saved a lot of money, at least in Su Changmo's own opinion, it is considerable.

"There is merit and receiving, it should be so, you can choose as you like, it is all ordinary pen and ink, not very precious. ”

Su Changmo smiled embarrassedly: "Mr. said that he was joking, the student stayed here for a long time, and he was already bothering Mr., how can he say that he has merit." ”

Dao Xuanzi got up, turned his head to stare at Su Changmo, and said in a deep voice: "That person just now, I was a little afraid of you, otherwise I would have to cause a lot of trouble here, and this matter would be considered meritorious." ”

Su Changmo was suspicious, but he still refused, even if he wanted it, he had to pay for it himself.

Dao Xuanzi no longer insisted on it, and the two of them each took a step back, twenty taels and a pair, and the deal was concluded.

Su Changmo chose the dragon and phoenix picture, Dao Xuanzi didn't say a word, and put the painting into Su Changmo's hand, as if he was extremely happy to sell a pair, put away the silver, picked it up back and forth, and smiled very happily.

"Have you ever learned to write and draw?"

Su Changmo said softly: "Mr. is smiling, I have never entered the hall to listen to the master's teachings when I was a child, and I only know a few words, calligraphy and painting, and I don't know anything. ”

"And what do you think of my drawing?"

Su Changmo was silent for a long time, and Dao Xuanzi's fingers tapped the wine jug frequently.

"The painting of a gentleman has a spirit and a soul. ”

The young man's words were a little apprehensive, and his eyes looked a little flustered.

Dao Xuanzi laughed, in the paintings all over the ground, looking up and drinking, the winter wind rose, the white-clothed hunting sounded, quite a bit of an immortal, Su Changmo looked a little sluggish for a while.

"A good sentence has a soul and a soul, the little brother and I are considered to be in the same way, I accepted this false praise. ”

Su Changmo hurriedly said: "The student doesn't dare, Mr. said with a smile." ”

Dao Xuanzi turned his head suddenly, sat down on the bookcase next to him, and said loudly: "I have a rule here, anyone who buys a painting, will give a small portrait, but himself, can also be the person who longs for him, who do you want to portrait today, you can say it in detail, I am confident that I still have some skills." ”

Su Changmo followed the man's gesture to sit down on the bookcase, and hesitated: "Anyone can do it?"

Su Changmo smiled and said, "Then draw my mother, my mother looks ......."

The young man at the table, his eyes were blank, tears were like rain, like broken jade, smashed on the paper, wantonly swam open, bright red like snow, when did he start, the child couldn't remember the appearance of his mother.

Su Changmo covered his face with his hands, didn't say a word, and curled up under the bookcase little by little, and roared in his chest.

Child, unfilial.

"Alright. ”

Dao Xuanzi got up, pressed one hand on the young man's shoulder, and spoke softly.

Su Changmo was full of life, slowly raised his head, looked at the book case with a suspicious expression.

Without waiting for the man to stretch out his hand to stop him, the young man knelt on his knees and knocked on the ground with his forehead, and bowed eighteen times.

Su Changmo's voice was hoarse, and he said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Xie's great grace." ”

Dao Xuanzi accepted it calmly.

Some people may forget, but they are born to know,

For more than six years, Su Changmo was able to see the dead again, the young man was bloody and tearful, and he became a woman with a hairpin on her head.

Su Changmo held the painting in both hands, sat in front of the desk for a long time, and only got up to leave at sunset.

On the painting in the arms, there is no money, only eight small characters, like a knife and a sword.

"Painting in the world, painting in the world".