dragon pen

Days should be 15 years.Yu County, Zhang Family.

"Zhang Ziyao, have you heard the story of the finishing touch?"

"...Ah, I have heard of it."

"Zhang Sengxuan, a painter of the Liang Dynasty, painted four dragons on the wall of Anle Temple in Jinling. He didn't touch his eyes. He said every day: 'If you touch it, you will fly away. Yun Teng goes to the sky, and the two dragons are all there."

"……Oh."

"Zhang Ziyao!"

"what?"

"I'm telling you the story of your ancestors, I would like to ask you to raise your spirits and give me some feedback, okay! It's good to pretend to make the old man happy with a 'wow'. It's really unteachable, if the ancestor Zhang Sengyou knows His famous 'Dianlong Brush' is inherited by someone like you, he must crawl out of the coffin in anger!"

"No, sir, when you asked me if I had heard the story of 'the finishing touch', I already said that I have! And not only have I heard it, but I have heard it since I was a child. The worst thing is that when I was studying I have to listen to my teacher countless times in class, even after listening to it, I have to cooperate with my colleagues around me to make a 'wow' appearance, I am tired of doing it!"

In the antique study room, behind an old wooden table, sat a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy wearing a white robe and a light blue belt that had been washed to white. The boy was born with delicate features and simple hair. Bundled up, with a clean scholarly air, he was born with an appearance that no one could hate.At this time, he was slightly widening his eyes, looking innocently at the old man who was blowing his beard and staring with anger.

Obviously already bored with the boy's harmless and innocent expression, the old man standing on the other side of the table was so angry that his eyes flashed with gold stars, and the ruler in his hand "slapped" the table, no matter what the boy was explaining, it was just Very angry, he was babbling and admonishing others on his own.

"Tired? What does it mean to be tired? I'm tired of beating you! Don't think I don't know. Your husband wants to visit and sue you all day long. You are an unfilial son who lied that the whole family is sick in bed! Your whole family is sick in bed! After I broke your leg, I still have the strength to go up the mountain to fight tigers!" The old man with white beard and white hair furiously said, "You don't yearn for such a beautiful job as a dream painter; the stories of your ancestors, You don’t cherish it either! How can I entrust the ‘Dianlong Brush’ to you if you let Grandpa like this! That’s the brush used by Zhang Sengyou, the ancestor of the master of painting dreams! He has painted dragons alive!”

"..."

So?

Being scolded like this every day for three meals a day, Zhang Ziyao had already lost his temper after being scolded. He sighed and grabbed an ordinary writing brush on the pen holder at hand, dipped it in ink, and spread out the white paper in front of him. A thousand origami cranes were randomly drawn on the rice paper.After the Thousand Paper Crane painting took shape, the young man put down his pen and waited quietly for a while...

Before waiting for a few seconds, something unusual happened. Under the gaze of the young man, the Thousand Paper Crane, which was originally presented as simple black lines on the paper, suddenly fluttered its wings!

At first, it trembled slightly, and then returned to calm.For a long time, until the people outside the painting almost thought it was just their own dizziness, everything seemed like the beginning of a shadow puppet show, and the thousand paper cranes began to pat their own simple lines at a frequency visible to the naked eye. wing.

Seeing this, the old man who was still cursing suddenly became quiet.

When the thousand paper cranes flapped their wings more and more frequently on the ordinary rice paper, the young man sitting behind the table narrowed his eyes slightly, bit the tip of his tongue, and gently poked the thousand paper cranes with the brush in his hand, A drop of ink was soaked on the paper, and then something even more miraculous happened!

The ink dots spread out like a lake, and the thousand paper cranes drawn on the rice paper fluttered their wings and flew high.Originally it was just a simple line, but the paper suddenly turned into a three-dimensional shape and floated out of the scroll - first the tips of the wings, then the small head of the paper crane, and finally, when the sharp tail followed by the floating When the drawing paper was drawn, the paper crane that was just drawn on the paper turned into a real and exquisite paper crane, flying out of the painting scroll!

Under the boy's gaze, it flapped its wings made of paper and flew around the boy's head.

At this moment, a gust of wind blows in from the window.

It seems that the soul of a bird is really possessed by this paper crane, and it tremblingly flies towards the direction where the window is open under the smiling gaze of the young man——

Fly and fly, over the desk, over the coffee table, over the tall bookshelf.

Finally, seeing that the paper crane was about to fly to freedom, under the eyes of the old and the young in the house, its flapping wings froze suddenly, and then fell to the window sill with a "chirp".

juvenile:"……"

Old man: "..."

Zhang Ziyao: "Ah."

Zhang Huaishan took a deep breath, held up the dated ruler in his hand, and suddenly became furious than before: "Oh shit! Oh shit! Zhang Ziyao, you can't even draw a thousand paper cranes! You can't even draw a thousand paper cranes!" Even paper cranes can’t be drawn well! The sky has no eyes, and the “Dianlong Brush” should fall into the hands of someone like you. I, Zhang Huaishan, am ashamed of the Zhang family’s ancestors, and my ancestor Zhang Sengyou! As the ancestor of the dream painter But there is such a muddy bastard who can't support the wall in the master's house, he knows it, so he must not be able to rest in peace!"

Zhang Ziyao: "Grandpa, calm down."

Zhang Huaishan: "This is simply a great tragedy in the dream painting industry. It is a shame that my Zhang family has no one before or after!"

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhang Huaishan: "Your younger brother Zhang Ziyi knew how to draw rabbits when he just learned to walk! Just that strange-shaped rabbit, the two eyes are not the same size, ah! It can even jump around and eat two mouthfuls of grass!"

"..." Zhang Ziyao stared at Zhang Huaishan numbly for a while, and after the two stared blankly at each other for a while, the boy clapped his hands together and said with a happy smile, "Wow, that's great!"

Zhang Huaishan: "..."

Zhang Huaishan felt that he was about to be pissed off with some weird illness.

But at this time, the boy who was sitting obediently behind the table had already stood up. He flicked his sleeves and quickly cleaned up the things on the table. "Basic Chapter" closed, stuffed it into the bookcase behind him, and said without looking up: "Grandpa, since Ziyi and Zixiao like to be dream painters, let them be. I really don't like this very much." Interest, as the saying goes, interest is the best teacher."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ziyao paused, and Zhang Huaishan showed an expression of "what do you want to fart again" to express his willingness to listen.

The young man said with a righteous face: "My teacher probably hanged himself on the tree in front of the door without hesitation on the day I was born."

Zhang Huaishan: "..."

While talking, the boy came out from behind the table, bent down, picked up the paper crane that fell on the ground, and put it in his pocket.

The young man patted the shoulder of the old man in front of him: "It's okay to give them the 'Dianlong Pen', I won't cry and roll all over the floor."

"..."

"The Zhang family will definitely produce a good dream painter," Zhang Ziyao said decisively, with a serious face, "but that person is definitely not me."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand from the old man's shoulder, and slipped it into the pocket where the thousand paper cranes were kept, his fingertips carelessly fiddled with the small head of the thousand paper cranes, he chuckled With a sound, he turned and walked out of the study.

The old man in the study didn't see it. After the young man walked away, the small and delicate thousand paper crane quietly popped out of his pocket, flapped its wings, and circled on top of the young man's head. Intentionally lead the way and usually fly in a certain direction...