meet at a fork

Tao City:

On that day, my feet did not obey me and took me to Luoliban, outside his room door, I couldn't help but slow down, and looked in through the window, he was standing at the desk.

The green clothes made him thinner and thinner, and the cold spring breeze was blowing at his skirts, as if they were about to be blown away.Can't help but walk behind him, not daring to make a sound.

He frowned slightly, contemplating that painting, holding the brush with a well-articulated hand, and writing carefully.It took me a lot of effort to take my eyes off him, onto his painting, and again I couldn't take my eyes off it.That picture of black bamboo joints is tall and straight, and the arrogance in it almost leaps out of the drawing paper, and even every bamboo leaf contains the aura of Ling Ran and Ao Shuang.

I never thought he was such a character.

If he hadn't been born in Weimo, he might not be inferior to any son of aristocratic family in Beijing.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but sighed.

This sigh made his hands tremble in shock, and the ink spots flew up and stuck to his green clothes.

"Oh, it's a pity this outfit", I said

He frowned even deeper, but he said it was okay, and he wanted to leave the case.

Perhaps he was possessed, so I grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, snatched the pen from his hand before he could put it down, knelt down resolutely, thought for a while before writing on the ink dot.He exerted a little force as if trying to break free.A secret joy rose in my heart, and I blurted out a word.He paused and followed me.

A picture of black bamboo gradually took shape, I asked him with a bit of pride, "how?"

He pursed his lips and said, "It's okay."Although the words were light, there was still a hint of displeasure and embarrassment.

I laughed, got up and said, "I'm bothering Jinnian again today, I hope Jinnian won't get angry at me."He said and made a bow.

He turned around and ignored me, and I begged for mercy, "If Jinnian dislikes me for soiling your clothes, then I will let you dispose of my clothes as an apology, okay?"

He turned around and saw the folding fan in my hand. There was a cunning flash in his eyes, and a trace of something bad in my heart. Sure enough, he pointed to my folding fan and said, "I don't think the fan in Mr. Tao's hand has any inscriptions or words. It’s a painting on a painting, I don’t know if the young master can not dislike Xiao Ke and let Xiao Ke show his skills.”

Su Jinnian:

I was meant to be a bit of a joke, but when I saw a hint of embarrassment on his face and was about to tease him, he spread his fan and said with a smile, "Okay, if you get Jinnian calligraphy, I don't know how many people in Beijing will envy it." to me"

I was trapped by him, this is the fan bone of sandalwood, the fan surface of wax paper, the fan pendant of Chinan incense, plus the imprint on the fan bone, it is obviously a top-quality fan made by Shi'an, a master fan maker. It's a dude.

I was still thinking about it, the fan had been placed on the table, he was holding a pen, he had already dipped the ink for me, and he turned around and asked me, "Jin Nian wants to paint or write an inscription"

There was a wry smile in my heart, and I shook my head, I have been in charge of the faction for several years, but I was overwhelmed by this dude, it's not like I haven't seen such a good fan before, what a shock.

I took the brush from his hand, put it down again, changed to a brush brush and opened and closed a few strokes to make a picture, and changed to a purple brush to write a word on the side of the fan.

I gently picked up the fan and put it in a ventilated place to dry.

"I would like to thank Jinnian for adding color to my plain fan. It's just that familiar Xuan is suitable for fine brushwork. Although Jinnian's freehand brushwork is good... next time I present my good student Xuan Jinnian and draw another picture for me, "he said. road

I remained silent, and said for a long time, "Young Master Tao, if you want to exchange one painting for two of mine, this is not a good business."

He smiled and said without any excuse, "Then it doesn't matter if I make another one for Jinnian, as long as Jinnian doesn't dislike it."

I laughed, just nodded in agreement, and he unceremoniously picked up my pens and began to choose.

He stood in front of the table and asked me, "What does Jinnian like?"

I said, there is nothing I particularly like, Mr. Tao can draw whatever he wants

He tapped his forehead with a pen, looked at me and said, "If Jinnian doesn't like anything, I'll give Jinnian one."

As he spoke, he picked out a piece of rice paper, picked up my Zihao brush, and started to paint. I stood beside him and watched him draw a human figure with one stroke. I laughed. He actually drew himself.

"Master Tao is really true," I said.

He tilted his head to look innocent, "Jinnian is so good at freehand brushwork that I dare not compete with Jinnian."

I shook my head, very helpless

I don't know why I feel itchy in my heart, as if something is about to break through the ground

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