Anecdote of the Northeast

I tidied myself up the next day, took my painting tools, thought about it, took a pair of amulet sachets, bought some fruits and went to the studio.

Since the old man let me go, I can't go there empty-handed. Inside the pair of sachets are the amulets I drew. Although the amulets are not effective, they are the best ones I have drawn so far.

I went to the studio and found that besides me, there were two other people in there, one was a man in his 30s with artistic glasses, and the other was a sad handsome guy who looked a little older than me.

In addition, the old man is also a handsome old man with a very temperament. In the whole studio, I am the only one who is a dirty young man.

I know that art-eyed man, he is a teacher in our school, and he usually teaches some less important art courses. It is said that a painting is worth a lot of money.

As for the melancholic handsome guy, I also know that he is two years older than me, and it is said that he is some kind of school grass.Anyway, he had nothing to do with me, and I didn't pay attention, I just knew that many girls liked this kid.

"Dachuan, you are here, come here, let me introduce you." I hurried over, and then the old man introduced us to each other.

"This is Zhou Dachuan, a sophomore at the beginning of school, and he will be your junior brother from now on." The old man introduced the two of them to me, "These two are your senior brothers," pointing to the man with glasses, "Guoping, you should know him." , he is working as a teacher at school now, if you want anything, you can come to you, senior brother."

The man with glasses, that is, Deng Guoping, greeted me very modestly, "Hi, junior brother. If you fail any subject in the future, I can help you contact the teacher."

As soon as I heard it, this is good, I can be regarded as someone here.When I was grinning to thank my big brother, the old man slapped me on the back of the head, "Bastard, if you fail any subject, let me see how I deal with you."

Deng Guoping looked at me helplessly and shrugged, obviously knowing the old man's character very well.

"This is Yu Ze, your second senior brother is also the chairman of the student union of your department, you two can keep in touch with each other often."

Although I don't like this school girl very much, but he didn't offend me, so I naturally called Second Senior Brother in a good voice.

However, the other party was relatively cold, and just nodding was considered a greeting.I really wanted to go up and kick him, but I have to give the old man face, so I can only think about it.

When I came to the studio, I was naturally here to paint. The old man put me aside, and then took out a few very distinctive works for me to copy.

From time to time, the old man would explain to me in my ear who the author of this painting is, what are its characteristics, and why it is painted like this.

Senior brother Deng Guoping is painting a landscape painting, which is nearing the end and is being revised. During the chat, I know that this painting is going to be handed over to the gallery.

The old man's daughter and her husband run a long-established gallery in Paris, where both the old man and the big brother signed.

Yu Ze is drawing a portrait of a character, a very temperamental little beauty, lying on the ground, surrounded by romantic rose petals.

I thought about it, this kid is also a coquettish, actually draws this kind of painting of beauties and flower petals.

I'm not discriminating, but from the perspective of personality, I don't like this kind of things that look beautiful but feel like that. Of course, I must admit that Yu Ze's painting skills are very good. It seems to be even more powerful than our big brother.

However, this second senior brother and I are still not at odds.

When I left, I carried someone behind my back and handed two sachets to the old man, "This sachet was sewn by my mother, and inside it is a special amulet from my hometown. You and your wife each have one."

The old man held the sachet and scolded with a smile: "You boy, you are still superstitious, but this sachet is so beautiful, it makes the family worry."

I smiled and ran away.

When I went home at night, I saw Feng Mei sitting in the living room. She was sitting quietly like that, holding a slender bong in her hand. There was faint green smoke coming out of the bong. If I thought That's regular tobacco, and I'm an idiot.

"Sister Mei, are you back?"

"Well, where have you been?"

"I'm going to the studio. I recently paid homage to an old professor as a teacher, specializing in oil painting."

"That's fine, but don't run around, you know?"

"I know, it's coming back."

I don't quite understand why Feng Mei is always nervous about me and won't let me go out.I asked Bai Yanqiu and Hui Xiaobao, but both of them were also at a loss.

I guess it was my ancestor, that is, my second master, who had entrusted Feng Mei with something.

In the evening, I called my family and told them that I would not be going back this summer vacation.The old man will go to Paris for a while next semester, he is worried about me, so he asked me to go to the studio during the summer vacation, so that he can give me a little something.

This is naturally a good thing. I told my family about the matter, and my mother was quite supportive. She also said that I would come over after a while to visit the old man.

I quickly stopped, God, how can there be a person my age in this year, who is visited by his parents and teachers.It's too embarrassing to say it.

Later, it was agreed that I would go home at eleven, and my mother gave up the idea of ​​coming to see me.

The next day, I woke up early and saw Feng Mei, sitting by the window against the light, looking at the scenery outside peacefully and beautifully.

Sincerely, I think the reason why Feng Mei is willing to come here to be my bodyguard is because she can see the sunshine in my room.

As a century-old smoker, although she wouldn't have an accident when she was exposed to the sun, the sun didn't shine just as she said it did now.

It's here with me, from top to bottom, my master took a few immortals to protect it, and the immortals in my hall can move freely in it without being hurt.

Looking at Feng Mei with a happy face, I suddenly felt a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

But where I saw it, I can't remember it, but I put it behind me without thinking much.This woman is indeed beautiful, and she may not be able to meet any celebrity.

Anyway, in my opinion, the good-looking women these days are starting to look more and more alike, and I don't know why.

The next day I found the feeling in the studio, and when copying, I subconsciously brought myself into that feeling again.

By the time I came to my senses, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and there was only me and that annoying Yu Ze in the studio. left.

When I think about how I stayed with this Yu Ze for three hours, I feel so depressed.

I walked over and glanced at Yu Ze's painting. In the painting, the beautiful woman's face was pale, as fragile as if it could be broken, and the rose petals around her were as bright red as fresh blood.

To be honest, I think Yu Ze's painting is quite perverted, but nowadays, all art lovers like this kind of tone.

It's just, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that the room is a little cold, but the air conditioner is not turned on, so I feel cold for no reason.

Generally, when I encounter this kind of situation where I feel cold for no reason, it means that there is something near me.

Thinking of this, I quickly opened my eyes, not to mention, I actually saw a little ghost in a hospital gown, standing beside Yu Ze, looking at Yu Ze drawing angrily, the air-conditioning was caused by this little ghost issued.

What is this scenario?I was very puzzled, it happened that Hui Xiaobao came out with me today, this kid has always been gossip.

I asked him in my heart, "Xiaobao, what's going on? Why didn't you tell me about the ghost?"

Hui Xiaobao gave me a contemptuous look, "When you were painting just now, you entered a very selfless state, and you ignored me when I talked to you. And look at this little female ghost, is it the same as the one in the painting? The one that looks alike?"

As soon as I heard it, I hurriedly compared the faces of the person and the female ghost in the painting. I didn't say anything, they were exactly the same, but the feeling was different.

One is a fragile lily, and the other is a delicate little sunflower.

Seeing that I could see her, the little ghost quickly ran to me, but stopped half a meter in front of me, "Well, can you see me? Hey, why are you so shiny? Why is it Yellow light, do you love money?"

Let me go, the little female ghost is not only charming, but also a gossip.

I gave her a blank look, then turned around and left, Yu Ze was beside me, if I talked to the little female ghost, he would think I was crazy.

When I turned around, I heard a cold snort behind me, a male voice.

I patted my head regretfully, why did you say I rolled my eyes, no, I made a misunderstanding.

But I can't explain it to him, this person is so annoying, if you misunderstand, just misunderstand, anyway, I won't lose a piece of meat.

The little female ghost has been surrounding me, chirping, she probably hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

"Are you a mage? Or a Taoist priest? Oh, I don't care, can you tell that annoying handsome guy, don't draw me like that, it's too miserable, it doesn't look like me at all."

"You two know each other?" I saw that there was no one there, so I started talking to her. The little ghost didn't have any hostility at all. Normally, such a little ghost should have gone to hell, why is she still here?

"I don't know, my mother asked him to draw a portrait of me, so that they can remember it, and I don't know if my mother didn't describe it clearly or what, that handsome brother actually painted me like that, not at all. nice."

In fact, I guess it's because of Yu Ze's artist's illness. He thinks that the painting looks good, so he paints like that.

"Actually, I like portraits very much. I used to want to find someone to paint an oil painting for me, but I used to stay in the ward and couldn't get out. Then I died, and my mother took my photo. So I asked the handsome brother to draw me a portrait, but I don’t like the one drawn by the handsome brother, I feel that it’s not me. Ah, by the way, little brother, you can also draw, right, can you draw one for me?”

The little ghost followed me all the way, and she never stopped talking, but the little girl was very optimistic, knowing that she was dead, she didn't feel any resentment at all, which is rare.

When she got home, the little girl saw Feng Mei at a glance, her eyes were fixed on Feng Mei, and she even leaned over to her, "Big sister, you are so beautiful, my name is Ge Xiaokui, what's your name, sister?"

"Feng Mei, hello."

God, Feng Mei actually paid attention to this little female ghost. I heard the errand runner Qingfeng said that Feng Mei is super cold and doesn't like to talk to people.

"Sister Feng Mei, you are so beautiful. Are you here to let my little brother paint? I met my little brother today. When I was alive, it was like having a portrait of myself. I never thought that after I died, I would meet my little brother." Brother, I can finally fulfill my wish."

I looked at the little female ghost talking to herself in surprise, thinking, when did I agree to paint for her, why can't I remember?

"Really? Brother Ma is very talented, you can ask him to draw you more beautifully."

The little female ghost nodded happily, "Sister Feng Mei, you are right, I have never seen the sea, I want my little brother to draw me on the coast, it must be very nice."

I glared at the two of them angrily, thinking to myself, I have only seen the sea once, no, when did I agree?