I really don't want to be a teacher

The old fortune-teller came back to his senses, cursed in a low voice towards Lian Ge who was going away, then turned back, with a smile on his face, with folds on his face, he stretched out his hand to stop a passing couple again,

"... Tsk, it was created in heaven and earth, it is a fate of love for a lifetime, it's a pity..."

The fortune-teller old man took back his hand as if nothing had happened, turned around, closed his eyes, and sighed.

The man in the couple ignored it and wanted to continue walking forward, but the woman stopped,

"Master, you mean..."

……

"Spring rolls, ready-to-eat spring rolls..."

"The brush, ink, paper and inkstone, the four treasures of the study, the four treasures of the study with the literary spirit of the Yellow Crane Tower."

"Big sister, buy a writing brush for your child. After buying it, you can let your child practice calligraphy and win a lot of money, right? This Yellow Crane Tower has been a place where literati have gathered since ancient times. What kind of champion, Tanhua... ours The pens were all offered at the Yellow Crane Tower."

"how much……"

"The painting is sold, the painting is sold..."

Moving around, listening to the hustle and bustle around him, Lian Ge walked along the side of the street, looking at the pedestrians and vendors beside him,

The sound of selling is mixed with the sound of footsteps, and the voices of tourists are constantly ringing in the ears.

After passing by a few booths in a hurry, Lian Ge stamped his feet again, and cast his gaze to the side,

Beside him, there is a long table with drawing paper spread on the table, and a booth selling paintings while painting.

Behind the long table was a middle-aged man with dark and rough skin on his face. His body and hands were stained with black ink. He was standing up, hunched over, holding a brush, splashing ink on the drawing paper,

"...Brother, do you want to buy paintings?" The middle-aged man noticed someone stopped in front of him, raised his head and asked aloud,

"Let's take a look first." Lian Ge shook his head slightly and said,

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded, didn't say much, lowered his head and continued to draw,

Glancing at the middle-aged man who was painting, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked behind the middle-aged man,

Behind him stood two poles, with a rope between them, on which some pictures drawn by the middle-aged man were hung.

Perhaps because of the location, the main content of the paintings drawn by the middle-aged man are cranes with different postures, which are painted with ink and wash.

At first glance, the cranes in the painting are all fairy-like, stepping on the clouds and circling the fog, but each crane is about the same size, as if carved out of the same mold.

Looking back, Lian Ge looked at the crane that the middle-aged man was drawing,

The middle-aged man's movements were very skillful and quick. With just a few strokes, he outlined the shape of the crane. Immediately afterwards, he applied a few thick strokes to draw the fairy mountain of clouds and mist under the crane.

"Brother, do you like it?" The middle-aged man put down his pen, raised his head, and asked again,

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man, paused, then smiled slightly,

"I won't buy the painting, but do you sell it at your stall?"

Looking at the long table covered with drawing paper, Lian Ge asked aloud,

"what?"

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this.

"On a whim, I want to set up a stall and sell some paintings." Lian Ge smiled and explained,

The middle-aged man heard the words and reacted, a smile appeared on his dark face,

"Brother, do you know how to draw?"

"Barely understand."

Lian Ge smiled and replied,

Although the old man has almost forgotten all the Chinese painting that the old man taught him when he was a child, he can't draw pictures, but he can also draw 'fu'.

"That's it..." The middle-aged man responded, looked at Lian Ge again, paused, and continued,

"Well, little brother, it's almost noon, and I was already going to have lunch. If you let me see your paintings, I don't want your money for this booth. I will give you half a day, and I will be there in the afternoon." Rest for half a day."

"What to draw?" Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man and asked with a smile,

"Crane..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head, glanced at the picture of a crane with ink on his desk that was still wet, and said,

"Brother, can you see it?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

"Please borrow your pen and ink."

"Please."

Lian Ge walked around the long table and walked behind the long table. After the middle-aged man responded, he also moved away.

Picking up the ink-stained pen, Lian Ge looked at the blank drawing paper on the table in front of him, then turned his gaze to the crane drawn by the middle-aged man beside him,

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge put down his pen,

Just looking at the crane shape drawn by the middle-aged man, Lian Ge picked up a pen and pen on the drawing paper intact, and followed it.

On the side, the middle-aged man looked at this scene, a little strange, but he didn't make a sound after all.

……

After only painting a crane, and did not smear the cloud and mist mountain under it, Lian Ge put down the brush and moved away.

Seeing this, the puzzled middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and cast his gaze at the crane drawn by Lian Ge. After looking at it, he couldn't help turning his head back to look at the crane he had drawn before. picture,

In the two paintings, the two cranes have the same posture and similar body shape. At first glance, they seem to be carved out of the same mold.

But the middle-aged man became more and more silent as he watched, lowered his head, and looked at the two pictures of red-crowned cranes in a daze,

Raising his hand, the middle-aged man wanted to touch the crane drawn by Lian Ge on the paper, but before touching the paper, he stopped again,

"... Hey, I've been drawing cranes all my life, I never thought... sir, you can only draw cranes, and I can only draw poultry..."

While talking, the middle-aged man shook his head,

"This stall is yours today, you can use it..."

Raising his head, the middle-aged man said, and began to pack up some paintings hanging behind the booth,

Glancing at the middle-aged man who was busy, Lian Ge turned his gaze, then looked at the crane he had drawn, smiled slightly,

The strokes of the crane on the paper are very rough, and the figure and posture are completely reproduced to the crane on the side picture, but with a touch of charm, under the posture of soaring, it almost breaks free from the drawing paper ,

And under the eyes of the sky, where the brush and ink go, the spirit flows. Compared with painting, this crane is more like Zhang Fuzhuan.

"Then sir, please be busy, I will leave first, these pens, inks, papers and inkstones are also left to you, you can use them..."

After finishing the last painting, the middle-aged man hugged the painting and said to Lian Ge,

"Take this painting away too." Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man, looked away, looked at the picture of a crane that he had drawn in front of him, and said calmly,

"...This is not very good."

The middle-aged man also looked at the picture of the crane that was still laid flat on the table, hesitating for a while, after moving his lips, he still shook his head,

"Sir, the crane you painted has a sense of immortality. It doesn't look like a crane. It's like a crane sealed on paper. It's so natural. This painting is very valuable...I can't take it."

"Take it, this crane was originally painted after your crane."

Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man, rolled up the picture on the desktop, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Although it has just been painted, the ink blots seem to be firmly attached to the drawing paper, without any sign of contamination.

Hearing this, looking at the painting that Lian Ge handed over, the middle-aged man hesitated, but reached out to take it.

"thanks……"

Putting his paintings between them, the middle-aged man stretched out his hands, holding the picture of a crane, lowered his head, and thanked,

Lian Ge heard the sound, glanced at the middle-aged man, shook his head, turned his gaze back,

The middle-aged man stood where he was, paused again, then turned around and left towards the distance.

……

"...Squeak, squeak."

On the shoulder, the little white mouse looked around, turned its head and called twice,

"Sit down for a while."

Lian Ge took the stool from the side and sat down behind the long table.

Chapter 260 Responsibilities

"Watermelon, sweet and sandy watermelon..."

In the calligraphy and painting booth before, Lian Ge sat behind the long table and didn't draw any more. He just listened to the hustle and bustle beside him and watched the bustling pedestrians and tourists passing by.

On the left side of the stall, not far away is a watermelon buyer, a man with the appearance of an old farmer, wearing a straw hat on his head, pushing a tricycle and parked on the side of the road, with some watermelons piled up in the car, and a cut one for display.

Not far from the right side of the stall, there is a woman who sells snack spring rolls. While wrapping spring rolls, she chats with customers.

"...Are you here for a trip?"

"That's right... Come out for a walk, I don't know how I got here..."

The customer who ate the spring rolls was a woman in her thirties. Her hair was a little messy, but it was tied with a rubber band and not combed much. She ate the spring rolls, echoed, and was lost in thought from time to time. the taste of.

"Why did you come here alone?" The spring roll vendor wrapped a spring roll and handed it to the female customer.

"...A person... at least be more comfortable." The female customer was silent for a while, then shook her head.

"That's right, if you want a few people to come out to play, you still have to follow other people and see where they want to go."

The stall owner responded, and then asked again,

"Have you visited the Yellow Crane Tower, how do you feel?"

"I've seen it..." The female customer nodded.

……

Listening to the voices on both sides with the breeze, Lian Ge quietly looked at the passers-by in front of him,

Or a family traveling with their children, or an elderly person who supports each other and travels, or a couple snuggling together.

And at this time,

A man in a suit and carrying a briefcase seemed to be passing by the entrance of the scenic spot, walking hurriedly along the road,

After passing by the booth where Lian Ge was, he seemed to think of something, stopped his feet, and walked back to the booth.

"...Brother, your booth sells paintings, right?"

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge turned his gaze and glanced at the man in front of the booth.

Maybe it was because he was too anxious to hurry before, and the man was still sweating on his forehead.At this moment, the expression on his face was a little anxious.

"Yes." Looking away, Lian Ge nodded.

"Is there any ready-made one? I'll take one." The man glanced at the long table top, then at the back of Lian Ge, and couldn't help asking,

"What do you want? You can paint now." Lian Ge glanced at the man and said.

"I'm in a hurry..." The man hesitated.

"Soon." Lian Ge said calmly,

"That's all right..." The man hesitated, raised his wrist again, looked at the time, and nodded.

"What painting do you want?"

Lian Ge got up from the stool again, took away the paperweight, picked up the brush, and asked at the same time,

"Go ahead and draw some landscapes." The man said anxiously,

Hearing this, Lian Ge raised his head, glanced at the man, paused for a moment, then looked away again, the brush in his hand fell on the paper, and the ink was smudged.

"...Brother, are you in such a hurry, are you rushing home?"

While writing, Lian Ge asked aloud,