[Thank you Mi Guo Leduo for the pink ticket ~~~]

"Sansan, we have left the Himian Empire and expect to reach the galaxy by the end of the month. ”

Xiaojin reported that he was safe and informed Sangsang of the time of their return.

"Okay, at that time, I should be in Yunxia Xing, Danqing Valley Ink Garden near the south gate of Yunxia Xingyun Sea Forest Park, you guys come here to find me. ”

Sang Sang breathed a sigh of relief, although she had never been to a third-level civilization, she also knew that the gap in civilization levels, whether it was technology or human ability, was not comparable to the galactic civilization. Although the Emperor of Heaven is strong, he cannot run amok in the galaxy, let alone the Himean Empire.

It's good to be able to come back safely.

The spacecraft is about to perform an interstellar jump, and the network will be interrupted during the jump, and Sangsang and Xiaojin didn't say much.

Jin said, "When I return to the galaxy, I'll look for you." ”

Sang Sang nodded: "I'll wait for you." ”

Cloud, seen from outer space, is a lilac planet known for its changeable clouds. The water and land area of the planet is divided in half, the sea is less, there are more rivers and lakes, the forests are vast, the scenery is beautiful, the air quality is good, it is a good place for leisure and leisure, and many retired old cadres of the empire are willing to retire here.

Hundreds of years ago, when Yunxia Star was developed, an old man in Daxia invested in Yunhai Forest Park and developed it into a retro ecological park with an antique blue star model.

When the spacecraft arrived at Yunxia Star, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was clear that the sun was only half of the west, and the sky was already cloudy and bright. The magic of nature is breathtakingly beautiful. No matter how good the painting is, no matter how perfect the paint is, it can't paint its beauty. The sketches in the name of Yunxia that I have seen in the past are compared in front of me. It is the difference between life and death, between spirit and stupidity.

"Sister Ye, this way. I'll send you to the Ink Garden, not far from the academy, and we'll drop by. ”

Sang Sang refused the bodyguard arranged for her by Luo Ershao, and only led the big white wolf to the spaceship, Ziqing was entrusted by Xu Lanse, and saw that Sang Sang went out alone at a young age, and felt pity in his heart. Along the way, he was caring, even to the point of verboseness.

"Thanks, someone came to pick me up. ”

Sang Sang had already seen the huge projection of the Zhiyuan Gallery in the air, as well as the words "Welcome to the Fifth Miss", where the arrow pointed. It is a flying car in the shape of a beetle, an enlarged version of the beetle, which is very vivid and artistic.

The person who came to pick it up was naturally arranged by Luo Ershao.

Sangsang should be glad that Yunxiaxing, a small planet for leisure and retirement, except for the good scenery, occasional people come to travel, or shoot on the spot, the old people who settle down have a backstage, and the underground forces basically have no oil and water to fish. It has no strategic significance, and it is not in the eyes of the Luo family. Otherwise, it would not be the gallery staff who came to pick up Sangsang, but the gangsters.

"Miss Five, the hotel room has been booked, go to the gallery or the hotel first?"

A middle-aged woman from Zhiyuan Gallery glanced at the big white wolf beside Sangsang. After confirming that he didn't pick up the wrong person, he thanked Ziqing and asked Sangsang to get in the car.

"Go to the Ink Garden. Sang Sang turned the ring in his hand that symbolized the big boss of Zhiyuan Gallery.

The ring is quite large, and it is still a little loose on the thumb, and the seal on the ring can be unscrewed.

The charming middle-aged woman's eyes flashed, her expression was gentle and a little more respectful, and she was going to swallow the words of persuasion back into her stomach. She doesn't know what the identity of the boss behind Zhiyuan Gallery is, but she knows that it must be inextricably linked to the underworld, and the gallery holds an auction of dark works every year.

You can't treat the little girl in front of you as an ordinary child.

"Fifth Miss is talking about Mr. Qing's ink garden?"

Sangsang nodded.

As an employee of the gallery, it is important to be aware of the industry and the market, and Moloya's pilgrimage day event is naturally on their radar. Although the winners of the Magic Brush Award rarely appear in promotional videos, and even if they do, they are still blurred shadows, but the colleagues of Moloya Gallery have informed that the winner of this year's Magic Brush Award is the owner behind the gallery.

defeated Li Heming, the rising star of Danqingmen, and became the first person to hand-paint children, the little boss is really a genius, no wonder the big boss gave the entire gallery to the little boss last year.

The middle-aged woman's mind turned a thousand times, and her face was not revealed at all, let alone taking the opportunity to inquire about the identity of the boss, for fear that if she accidentally knew something she shouldn't know, she would be killed in the blink of an eye. I didn't dare to ignore the little boss, let the atmosphere stalemate, keep a smiling face, introduce the good scenery of Yunxiaxing, and talk about the famous masters who settled in Yunxiaxing, as well as the personality and hobbies of the masters.

The voice is not light, not heavy, not slow, and it is hard to hate.

Ever since Sang Sang got off the spaceship, he saw the familiar and unfamiliar dazzling clouds in the sky, and his heart rhythm was a little irregular.

The nostalgia is even more timid.

In the previous life, Mr. Qing brought her here from Lanxing, and she regarded Yunxiaxing as her second hometown, and she also thought about returning to Yunxiaxing to take care of Mr. Qing after taking revenge, but she was finally buried in the fire...... Now that I have started all over again, all hatred and grievances are over, and I will return here again to fulfill the wishes of my previous life.

The gentle voice in her ears made her heart gradually calm down, and it was still there. Although it was eleven years earlier, those familiar old people were already here, and Mr. Qing still likes to pick up small animals, grow flowers and grass, and still love to go to the forest principality to sketch......

Ink Garden, located within Yunhai Forest Park, is a quaint old courtyard. Rockery flowing water, retro bamboo building. Of course, the bamboo building is only in the shape of imitation bamboo, and the material is synthetic metal.

The two-meter-high white wall, the dark tiles, and the flowers and birds of the ladies and rivers in the distance on the white wall, are full of graffiti murals. There are master's proud works, and there are also children's graffiti. Some of them have been for hundreds of years, and even if the paint is good, it is dull and yellow and white because of the traces of time. Some of the ink is new and the color is gorgeous, as if the beauty on the wall is about to step out of the painting.

The door of the ink garden is closed, and Mr. Qing has not yet returned from outside.

Sang Sang knew that when she stepped forward and knocked on the door, the smart housekeeper would open the door and let her in after asking her identity and recording it. But instead of stepping forward, she asked the gallery staff who had sent her back. Walk slowly along the wall by yourself.

Walking here, it is like walking in history, the distant mountains are verdant, and you can see the flowing glow and waterfall. Nearby, there are flowers and branches. Birds and finches leap among the branches and leaves, and colorful butterflies flutter among the flowers. Five or six small courtyards are arranged in the shape of plum blossoms, and the stream gurgles down. The log arch bridge connects the two banks. The bluestone slab road, the strong emerald color drilled out of the stone cracks, occasionally a few bushes of wildflowers grew in the corner of the wall, the green smoke in the wall was like a crown, and the branches of the three or five trees poked out of the wall, hanging Lingxiao flower vines......

Sangsang sat down on the stone steps at the doorway, his hands on his cheeks. Looking at the gurgling water flowing between the stones, the big white wolf lay beside her, and the staff of the gallery in the distance were still standing on the parking pad, looking over the green crown of flowers and branches.

Ink Garden, Bamboo Garden. The Stone Garden, the Huai Garden, the Hundred Gardens, plus the Xishang Pavilion that is not counted as a garden, form the Danqing Valley on the south side of the Yunhai Forest Park, where almost all the top masters of each generation of the Danqing School live in seclusion in their old age.

Sangsang held his chin, looked at the five-story Xishang Pavilion opposite, and listened to the faint jingling sound in the stone garden next door, and an impulse surged into his heart. I took out a pen and paper and set up an easel.

The color ink is like watercolor, and it is like Danqing Gongbi. The colors are diverse, the water is transparent, and the resin is opaque, so it is suitable for all ages. It is the most widely disseminated hand-painted painting, and it is also a compulsory course in the Academy of Fine Arts. Sangsang's new set of clouds and sky dreams is color ink pigment, which is the most suitable for painting clouds and fog.

The night is approaching, the sunset is full, the whole sky is dyed red, the birds and finches are calling for their nests in the mountains, talking from far and near, a dozen people turn out of the green trees, and walk down the stone steps into the Danqing Valley.

"Lao Qing, every time you go up the mountain, you pick up things, wolves eat rabbits is a matter of course, you are hindering the ecological balance, and the problem has to be changed. ”

"I won't let you raise it. ”

"Yes, Lao Huang is long-winded. Lao Qing, I'll let Xiao Si'er take care of this rabbit for you, and you let me cut a handful of hair to make a rabbit quill pen. ”

"Okay, when it gives birth to the rabbit, send it back. ”

"Hey, Lao Qing, let me tell you, there is a doll waiting for you at the gate of the ink garden, and the little stone sent me a letter, I just saw it, it's been an hour. ”

"The doll in the school, how did you find it here, it's not easy. ”

"I'll take a look. ”

"Grandpa, go slowly!"

Sangsang heard someone talking in a trance, but the pen in her hand did not stop, and her heart was still painting. The sunset she paints, using transparent colors, water and color blend, dripping and fresh, fantasy and smart, the picture is bright and lively, light and enthusiastic.

Not enough, enthusiasm is not enough, and the warmth of returning home is not enough, this is not the sunset of Yunxia Star. However, the color can no longer be layered, and if you continue to superimpose, not only will you not get the desired effect, but the color of the picture will become dirty and lose the sense of clarity and lightness.

"Alas......"

Two sighs overlapped.

Sang Sang raised his head, and the old man holding the long-eared angel rabbit came into view, with a childish face, a long beard, a strong spirit, and clear eyes.

"You're skillful with your brushwork, but the colors aren't as good as you want, and you don't have enough control over the paint, which makes the colors skewed. Violet's fantasy series of colors is good, but it is more suitable for beginners, you can try to use only the twelve primary colors, and mix the series of colors yourself, which will help with color cognition. ”

The old man stroked his beard, and his fingers were still stained with blood, probably rabbit's.

"Yes, little doll, Lao Qing's words are high hopes for you. ”

"Oh, heart painting, it's getting started, little green, you can't be motivated anymore, even the little doll can surpass you. ”

Four or five old men rushed over and looked at Sangsang and the painting as if they were strange.

Sang Sang patted the vigilant white wolf, put the pen into the pen washer, got up and patted his skirt, took out the seal of "One Leaf Knows Autumn" and handed it to Mr. Qing with both hands.

"Thank you for the teacher's advice, I'm Momiji, Momiji from Star Net Danqing Academy. ”

Quiescence.

In the middle of the night, an old man scratched the short beard of his chin and coughed lightly: "Lao Qing, I remember that Hongye is a disciple you accepted online, and it seems that he is about to become an adult." "This is Mr. Huang from Zhuyuan.

Mr. Qing held the seal in his hand, swept his eyes, and his eyes fell on the painting again, and he muttered: "Looking at the style of painting, it is somewhat similar." ”

Another old man squeezed over and asked, "Little Red Leaves, how old are you this year?"

This is the Master of Five Virtues who lives in the Stone Garden.

Sangsang replied: "Thirteen years old in June." ”

Master Wude pinched Sangsang's face and smiled: "The shaping nature of this age is really great, Lao Qing, if you don't hide people tightly, Lao Yan will definitely come to rob you of people." ”

Mr. Qing's eyes flashed, jumped to his feet, and pulled Sang Sang to walk inside: "Go in, go in first, none of you are allowed to tell Lao Yan." Qingsi, help Xiao Hongye clean up his painting tools. ”

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