My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

The Chinese New Year is fast approaching day by day.

There is still one week before New Year's Eve, the weather is fine and the sun is just right, and there are fewer customers in the massage parlor than usual.

It was always like this years ago, people were busy buying new year's goods, and the business of hairdressing and beauty shops was better than usual, but the business of massage parlors was a little bit worse. After all, many people who worked nearby had returned to their hometowns.

In the morning, the business was light, and Xiao Yun was rarely at leisure. She was sitting at the door basking in the sun. A small table was placed in the corner behind her to avoid direct sunlight. Xiao Zhuang lay on it, doing her homework seriously.

Mu Wanli passed by, took a look, and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, this arithmetic can add and subtract tens of digits?"

Xiaoyun couldn't see her younger brother's homework, turned her absent-minded eyes to one side, pursed her lips and smiled softly: "The teachers in the special school are amazing. How we taught them before, Xiao Zhuang couldn't even count to 10."

Mu Wanli slapped her thigh: "No matter how good the teacher is, he must be smart. Didn't you listen to the teacher's phone call home visit? He said that among children of the same age, he has poor foundation, but he is improving fast!"

The little mute raised his head, blinked his big eyes a few times, and suddenly pointed his finger at the room where he and Ruan Qingmu shared, pouted his lips aggrievedly, and yelled "ho ho ho" in his throat.

Mu Wanli helplessly patted his little head: "Your brother Mu is just like you, busy with homework, so I can't play with you."

Xiaoyun hurriedly smiled and said, "Sister Li, please ignore him, he just loves to pester Mu Mu, and Mu Mu is about to take the university entrance exam, it is serious to ask him to study quietly."

In the locked small room, there are two beds in the small room.

In summer, you can still sleep on the floor, but now that it’s winter, and it’s so cold to sleep on the ground, Mu Wanli went to buy Ruan Qingmu a small bed, and sleep side by side with Xiao Zhuang’s bed, so Ruan Qingmu can take care of her at any time .

Ruan Qingmu was lying on the small table, sitting upright, with a pile of Chinese ink paint spread in front of her.

He painted stroke by stroke, and described in detail. Most of the work has been completed on the rice paper, leaving only the close-up details.

After painting for a while, he changed another pen, dipped the cinnabar paint on one side, and began to paint carefully.

The sun was silent and the time was quiet. After sitting at the small table for an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped writing.

Standing up, he looked down at the picture condescendingly, and stretched contentedly.

After waiting for a while, until the picture was completely dry, he picked it up carefully, turned around and opened the door.

"Mom, I'm going out to do some errands, and I'll be back before noon!" He explained to Mu Wanli, ran out of the alley, took a taxi, and went straight to the place he found on the Internet.

There is a cultural street behind the Municipal Museum, half of which sells the Four Treasures of the Study, and half of which sells gouache and oil paints.In some shops, some students from the Academy of Fine Arts consigned unknown paintings.

As the New Year approached, many shops were also sluggish, so Ruan Qingmu searched one by one, and finally chose one.

The entrance hall of the shop is well lit, but the back half of the shop is quite dark. There is a round old man lying on a chair where the light and shade meet, lazily, taking a nap.

Hearing someone coming in, he opened his eyes.

Ruan Qingmu opened the bag and took out the scroll: "Master, can you help me frame this painting a few years ago?"

The old master glanced at it casually: "It's four feet? Do you want it to be mounted by hand or by machine?"

Ruan Qingmu smiled: "I came into your shop just for handwork? If you want a machine, which shop can't do it?"

These words were praised cleverly and sincerely, the old man's half-closed eyes immediately widened, he raised his eyelids, and looked at Ruan Qingmu.

"You're still young, but you can talk. Did you get introduced?" He muttered, his expression more amiable.

Ruan Qingmu looked at the scrolls and finished calligraphy on the surrounding walls: "I found it myself. From the street to the end of this street, I think your craftsmanship is good."

The old man looked at him suspiciously, a little bit in disbelief that he could see the good and the bad: "Why don't you tell me?"

"Chinese calligraphy and painting, three-part painting and seven-part mounting. I can't even see the ones just now. The silk and Xuan Xuan are used twice, and the handicrafts are made like that. It can't be done." Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand calmly. Pointing, accurately pointing to a sample next to it, "Master, just mount it for me according to this technique."

The old man sat up suddenly, his eyes widened: "Oh! Can you see that this pair is made of the best material and took the most time?"

Ruan Qingmu blinked: "Yeah."

The old man regained his spirit: "Come here, let's take a look at the things."

Carefully unfolding the painting that Ruan Qingmu brought, he looked at it for a moment: "Yes."

"What do you mean?" Ruan Qingmu tilted her head to look at him.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Well, it means it's okay. If it was drawn by you, at this age and at this level, it would be very good."

Ruan Qingmu smiled: "How can you tell that I painted it?"

The old man clasped his hands behind his back, and clicked on the screen: "Five-flowered horses, rich furs, young spirits. There are some things in the brush, after that age, once you get old, you will lose that energy." , understand?"

Calligraphy, painting, and poetry all have this principle.The wanton expression of feelings when young, even if it is immature, is also a romantic style that is hard to come by when you are older.

Ruan Qingmu thought for a while: "I don't understand, I'm not old yet."

He died at a young age in his previous life, how did he experience what it means to be old, desolate, and depressed?

The old man looked at the picture, as if he was a little stuck in the picture.

After looking at it for a while, he turned his head to look at Ruan Qingmu again, and suddenly he moved closer, staring at Ruan Qingmu's eyebrows.

Ruan Qingmu stood still, let him look at it for a long time, and then asked calmly: "Old man, is there any ink on my face?"

The old man frowned: "You doll, has anyone shown you a picture?"

"No. What's the matter, can you read it?"

The old man looked hesitant: "Give me your birthday horoscope, and if you are idle, you will be idle, and I will do the math for you."

Ruan Qingmu raised her eyebrows, and reported the body's original birthday and time of birth.

The old man took out his mobile phone and found the lunar date corresponding to his birthday on the calendar software. He moved his fingers quickly and pinched a few times, and then carefully examined his face, with a strange expression and a little dazed.

"What kind of 'messy' fate is this..." He muttered to himself, "The five elements are in the palace of death and death, and the 100% resurrection fate is supposed to be lifeless and unlucky. You can survive only by chance, but you can't match your faces."

Ruan Qingmu listened calmly, approached him unexpectedly, and smiled: "Old man, my body is always cold and gloomy, I don't believe you can touch it."

He stretched out his hand, and put his cold hand on the back of the old man's hand, which made the old man shiver.

His face was still reflected in the sun just now, but when he approached so suddenly, not only his porcelain-white face fell into the shadow, but also the peach blossom eyes that were originally smiling appeared black and white, just like the thick ink on that ink painting Like leaving blank.

"By the way, I tend to dream of some strange and weird things, as if I lived an extra life. Is it what you said to revive my life?"

The old man was shocked by him, but he quickly settled down and looked at him without saying a word.

Seeing that she couldn't scare him, Ruan Qingmu curled her lips quietly.

He straightened up lazily, and stood under the sun again: "Old Man, don't be kidding me. I don't have money for fortune-telling, and I'm poor. Besides, we are learning Marxism-Leninism atheism, you can't cheat my money. "

The old man was not angry, and after a long while, he shook his head and looked at Ruan Qingmu with a little pity in his eyes: "What good is one more life, people live in this world, there are so many miserable loneliness, suffering and ignorance, it is better to forget good."

Ruan Qingmu was stunned, and finally put away the ridicule: "Mengpo soup is a good thing, it's true."

The old man leisurely picked up the small stove at hand and nodded: "Yes, otherwise you will never forget anything, and you will be exhausted after you have accumulated it from generation to generation."

Ruan Qingmu thought for a while: "But there are some things that I still want to remember. Let alone the next life, some people still want to remember it forever, right?"

The old man sighed: "You are young, don't think about it."

The old and the young chatted about life and death in the store, and no one thought it was weird.

Ruan Qingmu suddenly said again: "But how much does it cost?"

The old man was taken aback by his sudden turn: "What?"

Ruan Qingmu pointed at the painting: "I'm here to frame it. With your skill, how do you frame my painting?"

The old man let out an "oh", and reached out his hand to click on a price list under the glass counter: "The grade you want, the highest grade, you can see for yourself."

Ruan Qingmu stretched her head to look, and her porcelain-white face was about to turn green: "Old man, such a four-foot piece, this grade costs 880 yuan!"

The old man was a little unhappy: "Look at you, the level of this painting is enough to win some kind of youth Chinese painting award. I don't know the market? The frame of red rosewood, the best folder, and the specially imported silk , I have to boil the pulp myself, is the price high, have you never framed it before?"

Ruan Qingmu replied honestly: "I've never been framed before, this is my first time here."

The old man raised his chin to the side: "Why don't I machine mount it for you, with a pine frame, in half an hour, and I'll charge you 120 yuan for the whole set, do you want it?"

Ruan Qingmu had a bitter face, and reluctantly looked at the beautifully textured picture frame, and then looked at the low-grade ones on the side: "That's no good, I want the best. Old man, I'm still a student, can I Do you want a discount?"

The old man leaned over again to look at his facial features, and sighed strangely: "Your fortune is rich, not like a poor man."

Ruan Qingmu smiled: "I probably spent all my fortune in my previous life. Old man, to tell you the truth, my family is poor in this life."

The old man was a little confused by him, and waved his hand distressedly: "Okay, I'll hit it off with you, 500 yuan, and I'll charge you for materials. The last business order a year ago, I just wanted to close the door to gather money. "

Ruan Qingmu smiled so much that her peach blossom eyes narrowed: "Thank you then, I want it before New Year's Eve, and I'm in a hurry to give it away. Can you guarantee completion?"

The old man raised his head and said, "I'll catch up with you! My house is just behind this street, even if it's closed, just give me a call and I'll deliver it to you."

Ruan Qingmu happily asked: "That's good, how much is the deposit?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said to him: "My family has always accepted the full payment, a 20-year-old store, are you still afraid that I will damage your painting?"

Ruan Qingmu's face became bitter again: "Boss, I really have no money in my hand. I have to go to work to earn some money to pay for it these days. If you want the full amount, I really can't afford it." That's it—look, can I give you a deposit of one hundred yuan?"

He is good-looking, not only has a delicate and handsome face, but also is tall and thin. Standing at the door of this cold shop is like an ancient painting, the old man softened his heart: "Okay, okay Bar!……"

Ruan Qingmu came out of the shop and stood on the street in winter for a while, a little downcast.

Mu Wanli gave him [-] yuan a month for living expenses, and his mother also took care of his clothes and shoes. Among boys, if it was just food expenses, this level is not considered a tight budget.

If it weren't for the fact that I didn't know what to do at the beginning of school, and spent a few times indiscriminately, it wouldn't be so shabby for a month or two, with daily materials and bean sprouts.

But after all, he is not earning money now, and he can see the hard work of Mu Wanli supporting the family alone. He has to open his mouth to ask Mu Wanli for such a big expense, but he really can't say it.

The money from drinking a pot of good wine in the past life can probably be worth the food expenses of the whole family for a month now; buying a jade pendant for the little mute to wear can probably be worth the hundred sets of outfits that the little mute is wearing now.

I also use the best Hui ink Xuan paper, Huzhou Yanghao, and Shexian She inkstone for painting. It’s not like now. I secretly bought a set. It only cost [-] yuan. It’s not smooth to use. , In vain he was good at painting.

After one semester, I only saved a few hundred yuan, all of which were spent on the set of cheap pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Who would have thought that if I want to make a good picture frame, I will need 500 yuan.

What a worry!

He stood on the unfamiliar street for a while, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number: "Squad Leader Tang, is there still a shortage of people for the matter you mentioned last time?"

Tang Tiantian was very pleasantly surprised over there: "It should be missing. My cousin said that she has been looking for it, but there are too few boys who are photogenic, and she is not satisfied after looking for a few."

Ruan Qingmu thought for a while: "One hundred yuan per hour? I'll do it for five hours."

Tang Tiantian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Is it only for five hours? Would it be like playing..."

Ruan Qingmu said confidently, "I still have to study."

Tang Tiantian also hesitated: "That's right, there are a lot of homework for the winter vacation this semester. Then, let me ask my cousin again, wait for me for a few minutes."

Ruan Qingmu was leaning on the railing on the side of the road, and was walking towards the street when she suddenly saw a mobile vendor selling candied haws not far away.

He rushed over, bought a bunch, took a photo, and sent it over.

"Are you hungry?" He rubbed his hands in the cold wind, typing with stiff fingers.

Sure enough, Qin Yuan's reply arrived soon.

"I want to eat..." There is also an emoji pack of a puppy, lying on the ground with its belly exposed, begging to be fed.

Ruan Qingmu was so teased that she tried her best to hold back her laughter in the cold street.

Hey, I found it.When face to face, this person's face is paralyzed, cold and serious, but once separated from the network cable or telephone line, he becomes lively and lively!

He slowly bit off half of a hawthorn, revealing the orange-yellow hawthorn meat inside, with a layer of crystal clear rock sugar hanging on it, and proudly patted it to the other side.

"Who told you not to come back, I ate it myself."

In City Y, it's cold and cold outside, but the Qin family has a huge sunny greenhouse outside. The sunlight shines in from the transparent glass ceiling. Under the greenhouse effect, the whole greenhouse is as warm as spring. All kinds of flowers are in full bloom, which is full of spring.

Qin Yuan sat by the coffee table in the greenhouse, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"It's okay, just give me the other half."

Ruan Qingmu stood on the side of the road, the cold wind blowing along the empty Wenhua Street, it was bitingly cold, he shivered, and quickly turned up his collar, but his cheeks were suddenly hot .

Classmate Qin Shaoxia is getting more and more casual. Last time he robbed him of the leftover grilled squid and he is addicted, right?

He suddenly let out a mouthful, ate the remaining half of the hawthorn, and took a photo of Qin Yuan in a huff: "It's gone! Come grab it if you have the ability!"

Holding a cup of black tea, Qin Yuan looked at the photo that deserved a beating: "..."

"Is this an invitation?" He typed slowly, "Okay, accepted."

Ruan Qingmu stared blankly at this sentence, and it took him a while to realize it.

grass! ...Who invited him to grab it? ? ? ?