ghost

Fu Jin closed the book in her hand, glanced at the sentence Fang Xia pointed to, and patiently explained it to him.

"Here is the time when the ghost market may appear. They are Qingming, Zhongyuan and Hanyi, which are commonly known as the three major ghost festivals in the world."

"So that's what it means..." Fang Xia held the book, sat up straight again, and looked down at the book.

However, just looking down at the line of words he pointed to on the page, I suddenly felt embarrassed.That sentence is written quite straightforwardly, and there is no need for interpretation and translation at all. As long as you are literate, you can basically understand the meaning of it.Such sentences should be used to ask Fu Jin, how is it different from illiterate?

He just wanted to say a few more words to Fu Jin, why did he feel that he was about to successfully establish a mentally retarded image in Fu Jin's mind?

Fang Xia peeped at Fu Jin out of the corner of her eye, and Fu Jin never turned her gaze away from Fang Xia, just in time to catch Fang Xia's peeping gaze.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Fu Jin simply put down the closed book in her hand, waiting for Fang Xia to continue asking questions.

Fang Xia: "..." I don't have anything to ask, I just want to take a look at you.

What was in his heart could not be said to Fu Jin, Fang Xia picked at the corner of the page, rolled his eyes, and found a decent question from the corner of his mind.

"Do ghost cities really exist?"

"Ghost markets do exist." Fu Jin replied, "But they can only appear on ghost festivals. As for where they will appear, I'm not sure. I have to find out about them during ghost festivals."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen a bad guy yet." Fang Xia put the book in his hand on the table, half-lying on the table and looking sideways at Fu Jin.

"The errands arrest the souls, and what they arrest are the dead souls of evildoers. The other souls go to the underworld to wait for reincarnation after the time is up, or they are consumed by the yang energy of the world until they disappear." Fu Jin said, "I haven't seen any." It’s bad, it means there are no villains around you.”

"Maybe the villains are living well, and they won't be able to die for a while." After Fang Xia finished speaking, he felt that he couldn't talk like this today, so he quickly made up for it, "I don't want to argue with you."

Fu Jin shook his head slightly, "You're right."

"Then have you ever been to a ghost market?" Feeling that the topic wasn't going the right way, Fang Xia hurriedly changed the topic.

"Twice."

"What's it like inside?" Fang Xia became interested.

"A place where ghosts do business is not a good place to go." Having said that, Fu Jin looked a little serious, "If you see the entrance of the ghost market by chance, don't go in curiously, ghosts Most of the living people in the city are easy to enter and difficult to exit.”

"Why would I go into that kind of place? I don't like dealing with ghosts." After Fang Xia finished speaking, she sat up straight again and said seriously to Fu Jin, "Of course, except you. I really like dealing with you. It's best to be able to deal with you." The kind that fights for a lifetime."

Fu Jin looked at Fang Xia, Fang Xia quickly scratched his head and turned his eyes away, before Fu Jin could say anything, he said, "Don't worry, with you following me, I really can't think about going into the ghost market, and you can't help it." Can stop me. I'm going to draw a sketch!"

Fang Xia got up and left the desk by the French window, and went back to her desk to turn on the computer.

After Fang Xia handed over the drafts, the time slipped to the end of May.

The beginning of summer has passed, Xiaoman is approaching, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and most people in City C are already wearing short sleeves.As Hou Chaoqing mentioned to Fang Xia before, the painting competition organized by Cangli Gallery in the second half of the year also started.

The theme is the quintessence of Chinese ink painting. Newcomers are sincerely invited to participate, and the online registration and submission channel has been opened.The registration ends one month later, and the submission time is extended by one month on the basis of the registration time.The submitted works are required to be drawn on paper and submitted in kind.After the submission period is over, Cangli Gallery will invite experts in the field of traditional Chinese painting to comment on the works.The top three works will be exhibited in the art exhibition of Cangli Gallery.

Fang Xia took a rough look at the process on the official website of Cangli Gallery. It was basically the same as the oil painting newcomer competition that Zhou Lu participated in in the first half of the year, and the prize money was the same as Hou Chaoqing had talked to him at that time—very generous.

However, Fang Xiahui's intention to participate in this competition was not because Hou Chaoqing mentioned it before. He really cared about the prize money as he said at the time.

He has some talents and talents in traditional Chinese painting, but he is not a top wizard, and his painting skills are far from enough. He has self-knowledge and does not think that he can qualify for the top three among so many contestants.He decided to participate in this competition because of Wei Shuhua, the owner of the studio, who encouraged the teachers of the studio to actively participate. As long as he participated, he would give a bonus of 2000, and other rewards would be given if he won the competition.

Wei Shuhua personally wished that his studio would produce a new painter, but from the perspective of studio management, it was also a means of gaining reputation for the studio.Therefore, this time, for the participating teachers, not only Wei Shuhua personally contributed, but Wei Shuhua's two elder brothers also provided various paints and painting tools needed for traditional Chinese painting.

Fang Xia is now in this classroom full of paint and painting tools. This place is specially set aside for the teachers participating in the competition. He came to take a look during his lunch break.

There was no one else in the classroom. Fang Xia looked at the painting utensils on the long table, and couldn't put it down holding a wolf hair. The painting utensils prepared by Wei Shuhua's two brothers were really good.

"Fu Jin, can you draw ink painting?" Fang Xia asked Fu Jin.

[know a bit. ] Fu Jin glanced over the various painting tools on the long table, and nodded slightly.

"Draw a picture together for fun?" Fang Xia suggested.

[Can. ]

There is no monitoring equipment in the classroom. After Fang Xia drew the curtains, turned on the lights, and locked the front and rear doors of the classroom, Fu Jin materialized.

Fang Xia chose a place at random, spread rice paper on the table, and started grinding.Fu Jin glanced at Fang Xia, chose a seat across the table from Fang Xia, and began to prepare.

After about half an hour, Fang Xia and Fu Jin stopped writing.

What they draw are small-scale paintings that are almost practiced, the composition is not complicated, and the completion is natural and fast.

What Fang Xia painted were two parallel lotuses in the corner of the pond, which were outlined with different shades of ink when they were still in bloom.Although it is for practicing manuscripts, Fang Xia's specialty is Chinese painting. He considers himself to be of a certain level, and wants to show off in front of Fu Jin, so he paints with great care.

"How is it?" Fang Xia asked Fu Jin who was walking over, but her eyes showed a bit of complacency.

Fu Jin saw the anticipation hidden in Fang Xia's eyes, looked down at Fang Xia's painting for a while, then looked sideways at Fang Xia, and boasted: "It's very good."

"Draw whatever you want."

Fang Xia spoke modestly, with complacency that couldn't be concealed.He picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote his name on the corner of the painting.

"Let's take a look at your painting." Fang Xia put down her pen and was about to go to the table where Fu Jin put the painting.

"Don't look at it, the painting is not very good."

Fu Jin tried to stop Fang Xia, but Fang Xia deftly twisted her waist and dodged it. In two or three steps, she walked to the table where Fu Jin was painting, and at the same time saw the painting on it.

To welcome Xue Aomei, Ling Han opens alone.A single plum blossoms alone in the wind on the snowy ground, and with a few strokes, the aloofness and character of the plum blossom are manifested.

This is called poor painting?Then his picture can be thrown directly into the trash can!

Fang Xia turned her head, stared at Fu Jin for a while, then sighed, and said softly, "Fu Jin, why don't you paint like fishing—the theory is rich, but the practice is poor?"

"I learned painting before my death." After Fu Jin finished speaking, he continued, "You are good at painting. I didn't lie to you."

"Compared to you, I'm a complete scum." The feeling of wanting to show off, but being reversed, couldn't be more sour.Fang Xia sighed, picked up the brush that Fu Jin had placed on the inkstone, and handed it to Fu Jin, "Let's sign it."

In the corner of the painting, Fu Jin wrote the word "Jin".

"The painting is hanging here first, and I will come to pick it up after I get off work."

Fang Xia cleaned up the used brushes and inkstones, opened the curtains, turned off the lights, and took Fu Jin to class.

Fang Xia has two classes in the afternoon.

After class, before he had time to go to that classroom to pick up the painting, he received a call from his master Ma Guangping.

The two masters and apprentices quarreled on the phone, and asked each other about their recent situation. Only then did Fang Xia know that his master and his two senior brothers did not go back to Q city after finishing the ritual ceremony at the Taoist temple in G city. City D, on the bullet train that is heading for at the moment.

"What are you going to do in City D?" Fang Xia asked, frowning.

"The Geng family received an entrustment and encountered some troubles. They need to find someone who understands Feng Shui bureau. They found me, so I'll go and have a look." Ma Guangping on the phone said, feeling complacent again, " You know that your master is good at Fengshui, just 20 years ago, your master and I were among the top [-] Fengshui masters in the Xuanshu circle!"

"That was 20 years ago. You are old now. You can follow other Taoist gods in peace. Why do you participate in this kind of thing?" And it is the Geng family who help.

"That's because Master owed a lot to the Geng family back then. Don't worry, I've stopped getting involved in the mystical arts circle. I'll just go and see Feng Shui." Ma Guangping said, coughing dryly, "Geng's family The remuneration is quite a lot, and with that remuneration, we can renovate the Taoist temple. How about installing an air conditioner in your room by then?"

"In two months, my salary will be able to install the air conditioner. I don't need the money from the Geng family." Fang Xia rolled his eyes, then remembered that his master couldn't see him, and then snorted coldly to show his disdain, "Anyway Don't follow them around, run away if you think it's not good, and leave them alone..."

"Stop!" Ma Guangping suddenly yelled.

"Master?!" Fang Xia shouted nervously.

"Ding Ming, you bastard, give me back my marinated eggs! That's what I want to eat in instant noodles!" Ma Guangping angrily.

Fang Xia: "..."

The author has something to say:

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Fang Xia showed Fu Jin the painting: I drew Bingdilian.

Fu Jin: Well, the painting is very good.

Fu Jin secretly crumpled up her painting and threw it away: the meaning is also good.

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Fang Xia showed the painting to the author: Fu Jin said that he wanted to be a couple with me.

Author: Did he really say that? !

Fang Xia: That's what he meant.

Author: ……… Thank you Dog Food, your show was a success.