......

When Yu Rou heard this, her chewing mouth suddenly stiffened, and she hid behind Xiao Hong like a mouse seeing a cat, and her slightly sluggish gaze dodged Xiao Che.

The voice of Qingyue in the distance is getting closer and closer: "Yurou... Yurou..."

Yurou instantly showed her face, beckoned happily and smiled: "Mother, I'm here." ”

Before the words fell, she had already swept out like a rabbit, and she didn't forget to look back and smile while running: "Sister, thank you for your sugar gourd." ”

Her gaze fell on Xiao Che's body again, and she grimaced at him: "Slightly." ”

......

The night market will be closed.

The cries in my ears gradually thinned out.

Before they knew it, Xiao Che and Xiao Hong had reached the end of Changyang Street, where there was a huge arch made of bluestone.

On one side of the arch, there is an inconspicuous noodle stall with an old man sitting at the noodle stall.

He was indeed very old, with a white beard, and he was sitting there quietly, drinking noodle soup with his head down, and the paper lanterns hanging at the head of the stall were black and yellow with smoke, like his face.

After drinking the noodle soup, he left the three cents and returned to his stall.

It was a painting stall.

The old man's cloudy eyes were slightly dull, but when facing these scrolls, the whole person seemed to be much younger.

Xiao Che stared at him silently for a long time.

This old man must be the most ordinary one in the crowd, but Xiao Che had an indescribable feeling in his heart when he saw him, especially his slightly cloudy eyes, as long as there were scrolls and brushes in his eyes, those eyes would instantly become sharp as a blade.

But when there is no picture scroll in his eyes, the whole person is like a drop in Taicang, and no one hears of it.

Xiao Hong asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Che came back to his senses and shook his head with a smile: "It's nothing, let's go back." ”

The old man's eyes were still lingering in Xiao Che's mind, and he always felt that if a person had such a look, he should not be unknown.

......

The morning light is faint.

As soon as the noodle stall came out, Xiao Che sat here alone and drank, never leaving the adjacent painting stall.

It was almost noon, and the old man of the painting stall came out of the stall with the scroll.

After setting up the scroll, the sample was spread out and hung up, the old man found a blank scroll again, and began to paint silently, the brush in his hand that had been ground and faded moved rapidly like a magic pen in his hand, and the brushstrokes contained in it were very ordinary, ordinary.

But in Xiao Che's opinion, every stroke of his should not be so ordinary.

Xiao Che's gaze refused to leave the pen for a moment, his palm groped on the wooden table to find the cup and wine jug, and when he looked up, the wine was already trickling.

Xiao Che said: "Little Er, serve the wine." ”

Xiao Er walked over with the wine jar, followed Xiao Che's gaze at the old man at the painting stall, and said with a smile: "Does the guest officer want to buy paintings?"

Xiao Che smiled: "Yes." ”

Xiao Er said: "Then the guest officer should change to another stall, this person has a very strange temperament, the price of each painting is ridiculously high, his paintings, although there is a god, but there is no rhyme, it is not worth so much money at all." ”

Xiao Che looked at him and said, "You know how to draw?"

Xiao Er said embarrassedly: "No... I don't understand. He smiled and said, "I heard what others said." ”

Xiao Che muttered to himself: "Do 'others' really understand?"

Autumn noon is the warmest time of the day, and the old man at the stall stopped painting, stood up and stretched his limbs, and walked towards the stall.

The little two seemed to be used to it, as usual, he had already put a bowl of noodles in the position where the old man often sits, and the old man of the painting stall buried his head in eating noodles, drinking soup, put down the three pennies and returned to his painting stall, never saying a word, even a word.

Xiao Che just looked at him from a distance quietly, never going forward to disturb.

The old man at the stall inevitably noticed him intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't care much either.

For a long time afterward, Xiao Che would come to this noodle stall whenever he had leisure and watch the old man painting from afar, sometimes his eyes lit up, and sometimes he couldn't help but whisper, as if he was admiring a rare work of art.

......

It's snowing.

Countless whites filled the sky, tirelessly falling from the sky.

The whole god was shrouded in a misty mist.

Xiao Che made a bowl of noodles, drank alone, and said with a smile: "Right Lao, it's almost the end of the year, how is the business?"

The right empty sleeve got up and walked in front of Xiao Che, although his eyes were already blind, but his steps were clean and steady, his eyes wrapped in white cloth seemed to glance at the clay pot on the window, and he sighed lightly and said, "I have never seen the clay pot empty." ”

He sat down in front of Xiao Che, drank with him, and suddenly said, "Why did you say 'it's almost the end of the year'?

Xiao Che took a sip of wine like a long whale sucking water, and said with a smile: "Because I always feel that people will rarely become kinder during this time." ”

——The house of goodness, there will be afterglow.

Right empty sleeve shook his head and sighed: "This little 'celebration' may be the comfort of self-righteousness in their hearts. ”

- Besides, Qing is not Yu Qing.

As soon as the words changed, the right empty sleeve smiled: "What are you thinking about lately?"

Xiao Che's hand holding the cup was suspended in the air, and he said with a smile: "You Lao can see it?"

The right empty sleeve said: "Nonsense, every time you come to me, you don't have a heart?" He thought for a moment, and said: "So in fact, sometimes I don't want you to come to me, people who often have things on their minds will not live so happily." ”

Xiao Che smiled: "But I'm living a good life." ”

The corners of his mouth rose: "That's why I said that there are not many people like you now." ”

The right empty sleeve said again: "Say, what's on your mind?"

Xiao Che swallowed a sip of wine and said, "I recently met a very strange person. ”

The right empty sleeve joked: "Is it weirder than you?"

Xiao Che smiled and nodded, "It's really weirder than me." ”

Taking a sip of wine, he continued, "He likes to do one thing in silence, so much so that it seems like his whole life is just for that." ”

Right Empty Sleeve asked, "What's the matter?"

"Draw. ”

The thin and thin right hand that drank with a cup in his empty sleeve suddenly froze in the air.

The word 'drawing' seemed to him to be a kind of taboo.

He coughed lightly, tried to make himself look calm, took a big sip of wine, and smiled: "What's wrong with that, if you like to do something, you make up your mind, it seems to be quiet, but your heart is surging." ”

Xiao Che sighed lightly and said, "But if the whole life is only for one thing, wouldn't it be too boring?"

Right empty sleeve smiled: "But in the eyes of others, it is not the case, when he picks up the brush, it is like an emperor, the emperor in the painting." ”

Xiao Che was silent.

If he could, he hoped that he would never encounter such a thing in his life.

He doesn't like to live his whole life for one thing.

......

The winter sun is not soft, but it is even.

A noodle stall at the end of Changyang Street.

One more drunkard.

The drunkard would come here almost every day, sitting all day, and he would always do only two things, one was to drink, and the other was to watch people draw.

Except for Xiao Che, I am afraid that there is no second person in this world who can do such a thing.

In front of the painting stall, a turbid prince dressed in a gorgeous costume and with a black hairpin and a high bun looked at a painting carefully, and said coldly: "Old man, what is the price of this landscape painting?"

The old man at the painting stall was immersed in painting, and he said without raising his head: "Five hundred gold leaves." ”

The words are clean and neat, and the words are like gold, and in his eyes, if there is time to talk nonsense, he has already finished a painting.

The turbid prince smiled coldly and said directly: "I want all five pieces and one piece." ”

The old man was silent.

The turbid prince instantly sank his face, and his voice was fierce: "Do it!"

In the next moment, the reckless men in coarse cloth and blue shirts behind him made a move, and their thick big hands grabbed the scrolls on the painting stall.

Not far away, Xiao Che's profound gaze suddenly froze, and he was about to make a move......

But suddenly I heard several miserable screams in a row, followed by a heavy muffled sound of my body falling on the stone bricks: "Bang... Boom... Boom. ”

At this moment, Xiao Che's sharp eyes almost didn't react, and after a flash, a young man dressed in a green shirt and holding a white jade flute appeared in front of the turbid prince.

The man in the green shirt smiled: "Don't bother you to do it, if you want these paintings, I will personally help you pack them." ”

The man in the green shirt flashed slightly, staring at the turbid son, and said slowly: "For every painting, five hundred gold leaves." ”

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