Oil Paper Umbrella and Tofu Brain

Gu Bai followed Shen Muyuan, Lin Shuhao was on the other side, A Huan and Lin Shuhao's book boy Qixing followed behind, chatting quietly about the beautiful scenery, laughing briskly from time to time.

Gu Bai looked at the string of gifted scholars who sang ancient praises to the present and shook their fans and sighed, and asked in surprise, "Brother Mu Yuan, did they agree to take the fan together? It's just warmed up a little bit this day, how can we get it?" So timely."

Shen Muyuan laughed, "Maybe I think it's romantic and elegant." He turned his head and asked Lin Shuhao who pretended not to hear, "Brother Shuhao, is that so?"

Lin Shuhao tapped his forehead lightly with the tip of his fan, and said unhappily, "It's not as elegant as Brother Mu Yuan, so I have to find some foreign objects to be close to, to show off."

Shen Muyuan nodded with a smile, "Yesterday, Ah Huan searched for a long time but couldn't find my fan of the spring bird startling the mountain peach, and the rest didn't call it the mid-spring scene. It seems that I have to make a new one when I have time."

Lin Shuhao hated Shen Muyuan's indecent appearance so much that he said all the good and bad things.

Gem Mountain is not so steep, the mountain road is gentle and green.Because it is a famous mountain by the West Lake, there are many people coming and going, and there are many pavilions for people to rest and enjoy the shade.

It's time now, the sun outside is a bit glaring, but the mountains are covered by trees, and the light is bright but not exposed to the sun.Hangzhou is dominated by camphor trees, which are lush and straight, and grow neatly.Occasionally, the mountain wind blows, the face is slightly drunk, warm, and the bushes and long trees in the mountains are rustling.The green and emerald green are pressing against the dark green and dark green, and they are desperately growing up to the tip, and the leaves are flying, which is very pleasant.

Looking as far as the eye can see the beauty of the West Lake at the foot of the mountain.The West Lake is not big, and you can have a panoramic view of the Chenghuang Pavilion and Leifeng Pagoda on the other side.At this time, peach blossoms and willows are green, it is brilliant.Along the West Lake, in the direction of the Broken Bridge, Bai Causeway and Su Causeway, there are people passing by in a leisurely manner.The parasols held by the lady and the lady are red, yellow, blue and purple, facing the colorful flowers around, echoing very beautifully.

Gu Bai knows a lot of flowers, such as winter jasmine, pear blossom, camellia, magnolia, peach blossom, rape flower, peony flower.If you meet someone whose name is unknown, ask Shen Muyuan, and he will always give his name with the presence of an old god.Uh, that's a smile, um, that's a turmeric.Every time at this time, Gu Bai always looked up at Shen Muyuan with a look of admiration.

Shen Muyuan was very useful.

Lin Shuhao felt that Gu Bai was really as white as a little rabbit, so he was very confused.So I always like to interrupt and talk, sometimes I am the first to announce the names of those flowers and plants, and I am self-satisfied.This way, it can attract Gu Bai's admiration, but his expression is not so fascinated.Slightly shocked, he self-consciously sought out the first four or five buddies, and together they talked about ancient and modern poems and songs that made West Lake so vivid and beautiful, leaving those two in the rear.

Gu Bai thought about it in his heart, although Uncle Hao is also very good, but the women who came and went along the way, who covered their veils and peeked at Brother Mu Yuan, were the most.

Today Gu Bai came out very happily, so he talked a lot more, twittering like a sparrow.Shen Muyuan listened intently to him talking about the books he read recently, the allusions he saw, the occasional outings and games with his parents when he was a child, and the embarrassment that he often made mistakes when he started making tofu nao.The two laughed and talked happily from time to time.

Shen Muyuan suddenly felt a corner of his heart, like the warm spring sun, like the afternoon breeze, which made him itchy and throbbing, but it was also full of joy and satisfaction.

When everyone went down the mountain, it was enough to show off so ostentatiously, showing their figure and demeanor.Literary talent, I am afraid that those girls who passed by by mistake should understand it after hearing it.So they were all satisfied and got on the painting boat parked at the foot of the lonely mountain.Delicious food and wine have already been prepared on board.Gu Bai had never seen this kind of scene before, and felt fresh everywhere.

Shen Muyuan invited him to sit with him.Covering their faces with light veils under the seat, young women with graceful figures each performed their own handicrafts, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard endlessly.Shen Muyuan looked indifferent, took a handkerchief and handed it to Gu Bai to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Wang Zhao toasted three times to his classmates and friends, said some beautiful words and entered the table, let everyone eat and drink well.There was a staggering exchange of toasts and chips at the table, and it was very lively.In the past, when climbing mountains and enjoying the scenery, there was no chance to talk and play games.After three or two glasses of wine this time, everyone became active, left their seats, toasted and chatted with each other.

Shen Muyuan was originally a good talker. He sold sesame seed cakes at the end of the street, mended shoe soles in the alley, traveled extensively to do big business, was an official in the past and cared about state affairs and the common people. The last two sentences.Not to mention that in this group of scholars, what they talk about inside and out is just poems and songs, romantic and romantic, how can they be cold?

Lin Shuhao sometimes wonders why Shen Muyuan is still so popular even though Shen Muyuan has robbed him of the limelight.Why does everyone not have the jealousy and precautions of his competitors towards him.Is it because he is introverted and humble, he doesn't deliberately show off, and he doesn't pretend to be lofty?Or is it because he is as eye-catching as the stars but not self-confident, as long as others can be with him, they will be lucky in three lives?

Lin Shuhao laughed, Shen Muyuan is obviously just a mortal, his classmates and friends, no matter how good they are, they are still just an ordinary person, how can they compare with Fanxing?It's just why, I always feel that he is so tall for no reason, and even he himself can't help but circle around him.

After three respects and five respects, Gu Bai on the side did not drink less.Those who came to look for Shen Muyuan would inevitably have to exchange a few words with Gu Bai, and then they would inevitably refill their glass and say, "Brother Bai, I will toast you first."

Gu Bai has indeed added a lot of brothers for nothing, and after so many days, he is already familiar with him, and everyone treats him politely and thoughtfully.Sometimes when he sees a good book, he will read it to him and give it to him when he comes to eat tofu nao, so Gu Bai also drinks happily.

In this group of Taoists, they are all of the same age, in their early twenties, or a year or two older, but Gu Bai is the youngest, only sixteen.Therefore, if someone offered him a toast, he would definitely return it.

Jiangnan's wine is originally light, mellow but not intoxicating.It's just that Gu Bai's drinking capacity is so shallow.After drinking a few more cups, his face turned red, and he smiled foolishly.Although not drunk, but also a little face.Shen Muyuan blocked the drink for him, and others no longer made things difficult for his younger brother.

After drinking and eating, I don't know who started it, everyone started to compose poems, Gu Bai listened with gusto.Landscapes, flowers and birds, beautiful women in the spring breeze, he didn't read many poems and books originally, so seeing them compose a poem after pondering for a while, he admired it very much, and felt that anyone's poems were good.If there was something he didn't understand, Shen Muyuan next to him would explain it to him in detail.

After a while, everyone had a good time, so they pulled Shen Muyuan out to put a nice tail.Shen Muyuan pondered for a while, he really couldn't compose poems, he just felt that what he chanted would only be vulgar and vulgar.Today he can't compose poems, but there is another thing he really wants to do, and it is even eager to try in his mind.

He made a bow to everyone, "The poems of all my friends are thought-provoking and brilliant. Mu Yuan really dare not do such a waste of time. Why don't you make a picture of an outing to cheer everyone up."

Naturally, everyone enthusiastically joined in, gathered around the desk, watching Shen Muyuan's painting with great interest.The maid waiting in the boat spread out the drawing paper, and served the pen and ink deftly with her hands and feet.

Shen Muyuan sprinkled ink with brushstrokes, there was a groove in his chest, the brush and ink changed, and the water flowed along with the trend, and in a blink of an eye, the landscape and people's words were put on the rice paper.Gu Bai huddled among the crowd, stretching his head to stare.Look at the painting, look at him again.Xu saw him painting for the first time, and his focused and serious expression was a little strange, as if he had become the man he had heard from others before, brilliant and outstanding.

But with him, really, two worlds apart.

Gu Bai was a little obsessed with seeing the man with a crown-like face, and never heard the bursts of admiration from around, until the painter raised his eyebrows, looked accurately into his eyes, and grinned, as if A cup of hot tea in the cold winter, rolled into the belly, warmed up all the mood.

Gu Baifang felt the smell of alcohol coming up again, he was a little hot, so he looked at the painting calmly.The crowd had already gathered closer, pointing and commenting, amazed.Gu Bai glanced at it, and the scene seemed familiar.Wang Zhao waited until the ink was dry, and carefully picked up the drawing paper for everyone to appreciate.

The pen is full of ink and ink, and there are many mountains.With a few simple strokes, the scenery of today's Baoshi Mountain is fully displayed and included in the painting.The shadows of the trees are whirling, the figures are graceful, and on the winding and flat mountain road, a group of slender and graceful people walk and sing, which is wonderful.The farther ones are only a few strokes, and the closer ones are more detailed.And the clearest young man looked up slightly, with a radiant look, chatting about something with the elegant and straight man beside him, he didn't paint his eyebrows and eyes in detail, but he vividly portrayed his expression of joy and joy.

Wang Zhao sighed, "Brother Mu Yuan actually painted all 20 of us in pen and ink."

A man pointed to the figure in the front, "These two strokes are obviously just a figure, why do you know it's me at a glance." Everyone echoed, and they could find themselves in the painting at a glance. which one.

Lin Shuhao sighed, "Ah Qing is really amazing. With just a few brushstrokes, he has absorbed all the gods and rhymes of the people. The painting is so vivid and lifelike. I am amazed and willing to bow down." The fan in his hand shook gracefully, and he smiled again He said, "The only thing that almost describes you is yourself, it looks a little colder. In fact, you and Brother Bai are really as happy as you are." Everyone laughed, thinking that Lin Shuhao's words were quite reasonable.Today, Shen Muyuan was indeed very happy.

Shen Muyuan raised his eyebrows at Gu Bai, and joked with everyone, "Who made me unable to see my own appearance, so I always think of myself as very gentle and elegant."

Everyone laughed again.

Gu Bai approached, pulled Shen Muyuan's sleeves, and praised, "Brother Mu Yuan, you draw really well." His eyes were like stars, bright and pure.Shen Muyuan's heart fluttered, and he patted his head, "I will teach you how to paint in the future."

The boat sailed smoothly, and when it touched the shore, the sun had already begun to slant westward.Wang Zhao had already arranged carriages and horses to wait at the pier, waiting for everyone to disembark, and drove them all the way to Meijiawu for tea.