sir don't escape

Thanks to business luck, Pingle Town is very lively.Chen Zijun, relying on his good drawing and calligraphy, sold paintings in Pingle Town and wrote letters to people to earn a living. He stayed for eight years.

Chen Zijun has a hobby, which is quite puzzling. He sells pictures of falling snow and plum blossoms in hot weather, and sells pictures of sun shining and cicadas singing in cold days. , and some people went to buy it.But he sells wasteland weeds in autumn, this is unbearable, everyone is looking forward to a good harvest in the field, it is unlucky for him to paint like this, he does not cultivate the land for feelings!He really didn't have any land to grow, so he only planted some small vegetables in his yard.And he never drew a picture full of rice.

There was also a violent farmer who wanted to beat him up, but they were all stopped. After all, there are not many people who can write and draw, not to mention that Mr. Xueyang's small body has suffered from five big and three thick crops. Han's fist, what a mess.Besides, Mr. Xueyang is famous for his gentleness, he is not in a hurry when things happen, he is not angry when he is angry, and he is not impatient when writing family letters for those old people who can't speak clearly, which is very popular.

Xueyang is Chen Zijun's name.

However, some people couldn't help asking: "Mr. Xueyang, you have a good pen, why don't you draw a picture of harvesting?"

Chen Zijun replied with a faint smile: "After the harvest, shouldn't it be withered? It's better to just paint the dead wood. So as not to think about disappearing, and add sorrow."

The man thought to himself, it is only when the rice is harvested that it withers. Are these literati so worried?Can't understand them.

Chen Zijun set up a stall in front of the teahouse as usual, with a piece of white cloth next to it neatly written: "The family letter has a hundred characters and ten characters, and the painting is up to you."

Liao Wentao is the youngest son of Liao Yuanwai. He has not yet won the championship this year. When he was young, he always liked to play around in front of Chen Zijun's stall, but he didn't learn Chen Zijun's literary spirit. When he grows up, he will occasionally go to Chen Zijun's stall to have a good time. He seems to be the same as other playboys, skipping classes every three days, often following the fox friends in the fireworks, full of nonsense.

Chen Zijun didn't have any patrons at the moment, so he flipped through the book and read it carefully.Liao Wentao and his friends saw Chen Zijun from a distance, Tian Liu smiled evilly, and whispered to the people around him: "Do you think that a serious person like Mr. Xueyang can also read erotic pictures?"

Everyone frolicked for a while, Xiao Lian said: "If you ask, you will know."

"Who's going?"

"Of course Tian Liu will go, whoever suggests it will go~"

Under everyone's "recommendation", Tian Liuyi stood up and said, "I'll go, I'll go, you guys look forward to it!"

Tian Liu shook the paper umbrella and walked towards Chen Zijun with big strides.Sensing someone coming, Chen Zijun put down his book and looked up, Tian Liu.

Chen Zijun's head hurt, he was a bastard with Liao Wentao, even though he knew that nothing good would happen to him, he still asked, "What's the matter?"

"I want to ask Mr. to draw a picture."

"What picture?"

"Chun, Gong, Tu." Tian Liu blocked the side with a fan, with a smirk on his face, he said every word.

"You..." Chen Zijun blushed, wanted to scold but couldn't, so he could only stare.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha!" Tian Liu closed his fan and laughed loudly, "I didn't expect Mr. Xueyang to know what this picture is."

"Go, go..." Chen Zijun waved his hands, as if chasing customers away.

Tian Liu left with a smile.

Chen Zijun saw Liao Wentao and his group snickering in the distance, and knew he had been tricked again.This kid was so naive when he was a child, but how did he become crooked when he grew up.

After playing with Chen Zijun, Liao Wentao and others were in a good mood and went to have fun.

The author has something to say:

It’s the first time I’m writing in Jinjiang, and my hands are shaking a bit.