The whole heaven is watching Lao Tzu fall in love [Red Mansion]

It was a piece of burnt charcoal!

He looked back and forth at Shi Xiangming who was eagerly rolling up his sleeves, and thousands of thoughts ran through his mind for a while.How is charcoal used?Could it be that this person wants to draw a sketch?But no one in this world uses this thing to paint, could it be...

Before he finished thinking, Shi Xiangming had already started to urge: "Is it all right?"

Jia Lang hurriedly said, "Okay, okay."

But he has to wait and see, if this person really draws a sketch, it won't be too late to meet him.

When Shi Xiangming was drawing, he looked like everyone else. While carefully looking at the person and cat on the chair from the corner of his eye, he was already writing like flying, and the sound of charcoal rubbing against the paper could be heard endlessly.All the gods excitedly ran over to watch, and when they saw it, they all sighed: [It's so realistic! 】

As soon as the word "realistic" came out, Jia Lang knew that his guess was probably nine out of ten.

【How to paint like the real thing, this seat remembers that there shouldn't be such a painting method in this world? 】

【I also feel that there are some problems......】

[Yan Wang, why don't you speak?For thousands of years, only you have lived the most mortals, so you should be quite familiar with it? 】

Hades was silent for a long time, and only after a while did he send a line of words with black air swirling around and a strand of hair scattered on it.

[I just feel that I seem to have seen this person before. 】

However, none of the gods took it seriously.

[How could I have seen it?People who can enter your underworld, how can there be people who come out alive? 】

【Yan Wang, it's not Xiaoxian's guess, don't you... see that this little son is good-looking, so you say this, right? 】

【I'm not really embarrassed to say this. After all, the word love touches people's hearts the most. Like me and Niulang, lovesickness touches every inch of our hearts. How can it make people not sad? 】

When Jia Lang saw it, he also carefully looked at the young boy who was concentrating on painting.

It was indeed good-looking, but it was a completely different kind of good-looking from Jia Lang.Although Jia Lang had a somewhat round face, his brows and eyes were as cool as ink painting, which gave him a sense of detachment and refinement.However, this person, with crooked eyebrows, makes people feel... wanting to pinch him a few times.

In short, it is Zhengtai.

Jia Lang heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, there was someone with a more immature face than him...

He was scared by those elders.

After about a stick of incense, Shi Xiangming strenuously unfolded it for them to see: "What do you think?"

Jia Lang looked at it, and it really was a sketch.One person and one cat are all lifelike. The teenager in the painting is smiling, and the cat is also alive and well.

Looking at his little eyes begging for praise and praise, Jia Lang couldn't help feeling a little teasing.

"The painting is good, but..." He deliberately elongated the sound, "It's just..."

Sure enough, the fish couldn't wait to take the bait, Shi Xiangming looked at him eagerly: "Just what?"

"It's just that I've seen a lot of paintings like this." Jia Lang laughed.

"How is it possible!" Shi Xiangming became furious in an instant, "How could it be possible to see too much, just tell me, I should be the only one in this world—"

"Why are you alone?" Jia Lang approached him and smiled, "This sketching method...which studio doesn't teach it?"

There was a bang, like a thunderbolt hitting my heart.

The young Shi Xiangming turned his head to look at him blankly, and finally realized something that he hadn't realized just now.His little face quickly flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he stammered and opened his mouth: "You...you are?"

Jia Lang smiled and said nothing.

The young boy in white looked at him for a while, and then asked timidly: "Only if the proletariat of the world unite can we do this?"

He waited with bated breath, expecting the other party to blurt out that familiar sentence.But the young man in brocade clothes standing opposite him frowned, and his eyelashes moved slightly, as if he was completely puzzled.Shi Xiangming suddenly became anxious and almost jumped up: "You don't know?"

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Jia Lang finally realized his conscience and stopped teasing him, and said with a smile, "How could I not know? Only when the proletariat of the world unite can they realize their own liberation—you say, what I said is true." right?"

As soon as his voice fell, Shi Xiangming took a big step forward and held his hand excitedly.With tears in his eyes, three sonorous and forceful words burst out: "Dear ones!"

【...What kind of situation is this?Why can't I understand this seat? 】

[Why did the tears come out, could it be the lost relatives? 】

[This doesn't make sense!Xiao Lang was brought by us in the first place, so we naturally know what kind of relatives we should have, but in the water mirror, this person has never appeared before! 】

Speaking of it, Taishang Laojun couldn't help shivering, and hurriedly said: [Go and have a look, maybe that Yuelao drank too much wine and connected the wrong one of the red thread? 】

Chang'e, who was closest to Yuelao's Marriage Hall, went away through the clouds and fog. When she came back, the corners of her mouth twitched, her face full of smiles that melted from the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

[Nothing, nothing. 】She said,【There is no vision. 】

A long drought meets sweet rain, and an old friend meets an old friend in a foreign land.With tears in his eyes, Shi Xiangming kept shaking his opponent's hand, almost throwing himself into Jia Lang's arms.

Shui Rong, who was sitting and watching coldly behind him, suddenly became unwilling, and stretched out his furry paws to pull Jia Lang back, allowing the young boy who rushed over to escape successfully, staggering and almost falling.

Jia Lang's heart is not calm either, he has been here for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has seen a time traveler who is the same as himself.So let him hold his hands and look at the teardrops already overflowing from the eyes of the other party, and he can't help but sigh for a while.

Only in a place far from home can one experience the benefits of fellow countrymen.Not only are there many things that can be recalled together, but also because it is a kind of silent comfort, allowing people to close their eyes and deceive themselves. I have never been far away from that extremely familiar place, just like a ship has never sailed out of its harbor.

Although I know it's an extravagant wish, I can't help but miss it.

only......

Jia Lang silently looked at the young boy who was still teary.

Could it be too long for him to sort out his emotions?

Another incense stick of time passed, and Shi Xiangming wiped his tears and said, "In that case, do you know where this place is? Is it a dynasty that really existed in history?"

Jia Lang: ...

You must be kidding me.

He gently reminded the other party: "Your sister's name is Shi Xiangyun."

"So what?" Shi Xiangming was obviously puzzled, "I knew this from birth."

Jia Lang almost covered his face, how could this child be so dull!I had to go further and remind him: "Have you never read A Dream of Red Mansions?"

But the brat on the opposite side puffed out his chest and said proudly: "Never." These two words were said firmly and forcefully, and Jia Lang couldn't help shaking his head when he heard them.

What is there to be proud of.He really doesn't understand what the kids are thinking now.

Shui Rong watched the two chatting happily with cold eyes, and felt that he had fallen out of favor.

In this world, why are there always so many people who come to occupy Ah Qi's mind?

It's so annoying!

After Jia Lang asked Fang Zhi in detail, it turned out that Shi Xiangming was a painter in his previous life. He was obsessed with painting since he was a child, and he didn't care about other things at all.Unexpectedly, when he went out to collect scenery, a big crack opened from the ground inexplicably, and he fell down.

Shi Xiangming still has lingering fears when he says it now: "I thought it was the end of the world!" It's like a scene from a horror movie!

When he woke up again, he had turned into a little baby who couldn't speak, and became Shi Xiangming.

"So that's how it is." Jia Lang finally understood the ins and outs, and couldn't help sighing, "This matter is really strange." However, as if he had heard it somewhere, he always felt unusually familiar.

Before the two of them could say anything more, Mother Jia had already sent someone to shout that there was a banquet in the garden.The two had no choice but to hide their words. In the past garden, Aunt Xue, Mother Jia and Mrs. Zhang and Wang arrived early.The two of them sat down with their brothers, so it was easy.It's just that Xiao Si in his arms seemed to lose his temper again, and he had to sit between Jia Lang and Shi Xiangming anyway, making Shi Xiangming, who wanted to pester Jia Lang, stand aside pitifully, with aggrieved eyes.

Mao Tuanzi slumped on the red sandalwood corseted waist and five-legged jade-inlaid round stool, as if a plush cushion had been spread on it, determined not to get up.

Jia Lang knew that he was throwing a temper tantrum, so he was quite helpless for a while.He had to sit apart from Shi Xiangming, and then Uncle Mao raised his head again and slowly sat up straight.

A few years ago, Shui Rong would hold the still immature little Jia Lang for meals, but now he just turned around.Jia Lang saw that he was Mao Zaw, so he fed it with a small spoon, and the amber eyes of the cat narrowed slightly, looking very satisfied.

Jia Lang shook his head and laughed, but he knew in his heart that this person was acting like a baby.

No matter how cold and ethereal he looks in front of the world, when he meets himself, there is always a surprising side.Occasionally play a small temper, you will need to take care of him, this is a happy thing.

It was precisely because of this that he felt that Shui Rong was more like a person than a high god.

The tacit understanding between them, one person and one cat, was incomparable. Not to mention the other people on the table looked over in amazement, even the gods who were watching felt their teeth hurt.

[They really can't restrain themselves? 】

[This hasn't communicated with each other yet, if they communicate...won't the six realms be bored to death by them? 】

Only Avalokitesvara is concerned with a completely different issue.

[The table next to it is full of women, why did that man get in there?It's too obtrusive to look at, which makes me feel uncomfortable no matter what. 】

Jia Lang shook his head.

That's Jia Baoyu, the serious phoenix egg of the Jia family, who always likes to hang out in the crowd of fans the most.He despises these rotten men, why is he willing to sit at this table?He must have gone to find his sisters.

Turning her head to look, Baoyu was indeed full of joy at this moment, and hurriedly sent a pickled civet cat in front of her to Daiyu.

"Sister Lin, try this, it's delicious, it's more flavorful than that common dish!"

Daiyu frowned and moved back: "It's weird, second brother can use it himself."

Baochai, who was sitting dignifiedly on the table, smiled faintly, but there was something tasteless in her mouth.Even Xiangyun was a little bit displeased, thinking that it was a rare time for him to come, but no one paid any attention to him, so he couldn't help lowering his head sullenly, listlessly picking rice grains in the enamel bowl.