dragon pen

[Zi Yao and my grandson:

When I heard about the funeral at home, I was shocked even though I was far away.

I wish you all my condolences, and don't be overly responsible for your mother's affairs.

I knew early on that neither your family business nor Dianlongbi had any intentions, but as a scholar in a simple book, I forced you to learn the art of dream painting this year, and I also saw your uncle's greed and greed for profit in my eyes. Paying the dragon brush to those who have bad conduct.

I thought that the code of paying the family's wealth could make them restrain a little, but I didn't think that it would end up being a dragon pen, and I would not hesitate to force my relatives here.

Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Zixiao are your brothers. Zhang Zi follows his father resolutely. He is obtuse in nature and will not change after repeated admonitions. Zhang Zi is originally a talented person, and he can achieve great success with less education. However, his father's eyes are only for gold, which delays his future. Today, the two brothers People have to live in the ancestral hall for a year or two, and it is not necessarily a good thing that the father of the Ming Dynasty does not pay for it.

There is also a family letter handed down in the family, in which it is also said that you hold his family property in one hand and leave home with some dragon pens, meaning to deal with Zi Xiao's right and wrong matters... Grandpa is very happy that Sun now looks like the head of the family, and his heart is also Feiwei, I hope that you will turn your goodness to the right, and return to the dream-painting profession, but I never thought that this way will make you abandon your dream of being a scholar.

People always encounter difficult regrets in their lives, namely: can’t get what they want; can’t let go; can’t let go; can’t forget; Yin and Yang are separated;

If you are going to get through this difficult time, you must only understand three words: do not force.

When people are still young, they always feel that everything is under control, until one day they see it with their own eyes and are hurt by the world. From that day on, it is the beginning of human growth.

Only by learning from the pain can we ride the wind and sail.

I would like to think about it.

thereafter.

You mentioned that there is a scroll on the scroll at home that prints the twelve shaman ancestor candles and nine Yins, I have never heard of it.But it is just now that the dream-painting craftsmen and his party gather in the north, and I will also help you find out relevant information with other inheritors of the dream-drawing artifact... Now there is a general relevant information. It is rumored that the successor of Dianlongbi once held the Qibutian stone research Colored ink, its sacred stone is refined from the colored clay used by Nuwa to create human beings. Its power is so strong that it can paint the world in a scroll, and it is even a new thing that has never existed in the world. However, this is just a legend, and no one has proved it.

But Zhuanzhu Jiuyin is vile and cruel, and has a killing nature. If you want to connect with it, please think carefully.

I wish you well.

Ancestor Zhang Huaishan Character]

——One’s life always encounters difficult regrets, namely: can’t ask for it; can’t let it go; can’t let it go; can’t forget it; Yin and Yang are separated;

If you are going to get through this difficult time, you must only understand three words: do not force.

Inside the room, the young man sat in front of the table, his eyes resting on the two lines on the letter in his hand, and he meditated for a long time.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, his face seemed to be full of emotions... Carefully folded the letter from his grandfather's family carefully, and was about to put it in his arms, but at this moment, a pair of overly enthusiastic gazes were burning on his back—— ——The young man froze when receiving the letter, turned his head, and saw in the picture scroll hanging on the wall behind him, a long face was pasted on the edge of the paper in such a way that it almost squeezed his own face, staring at a pair of red pupils, with a full face. looked at him expectantly.

Two white beards float around its long face and mouth, lifelike.

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "How?"

Zhang Ziyao: "What 'how'?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "As the only educated person in the Zhang family, did your grandfather tell you anything important? Did you mention me? Did you mention why I was sealed? Did you What is the falling pattern of those pigments that can unseal this gentleman? Did you mention what those pigments are? Did you explain why I have worked so hard to save the beast from the fire and water? He worked tirelessly to make an outstanding contribution, but in the end he only got—”

The dragon claws brushed the two beards on the lower lip, and the dragon in the painting said coolly: "Two beards."

"..." Zhang Ziyao looked at Zhu Jiuyin's two flowing white beards, and said helplessly, "Let's not talk about whether you have worked so hard in the matter of 'saving the beast from the fire'. Outstanding dedication, just discussing your two beards..."

A beard floated from the scroll to outside the scroll.

Zhang Ziyao couldn't help stretching out his hand to tug, even when he saw the dragon in the painting lift up his mouth to reveal the fangs underneath, he didn't show mercy at all, and said in a calm and steady voice, "It's the so-called body and skin, Body hair is also a part of your body, don’t you think it’s okay? The things you draw are cost-effective or not. Is the concept of cost-effective calculated by area? Your eyes are only as big as sesame seeds, so why don’t you just go blind? never mind?"

"My dragon eyes are 'as big as a sesame seed'?" Zhu Jiuyin widened her eyes, "Say that again?!"

Zhang Ziyao rolled his eyes, he didn't want to pay attention to the brazen dragon, he turned around and fiddled with the wooden box that was on the table after he had fed half of it just now - the little beast in the wooden box yawned and threw Zhang Ziyao into it The pastry was under the belly, and he was comfortably scratching his belly with his hind paws, but his eyes still refused to look at Zhang Ziyao...

Zhang Ziyao was used to this, calmly took the lid of the wooden box, and was about to close it——

"I don't believe your grandfather didn't mention me a word." Zhu Jiuyin said persistently behind him.

While speaking, the white beard fluttered outside the painting—although on the surface he disliked these two beards, in fact, it can be seen that Zhu Jiuyin still cherishes them: Zhang Ziyao gave him the paint from the green hairpin. After drawing the beard, these two things floated out of the scroll without incident, and for a certain period of time, they showed their yearning for the sun.

It's like they grow longer and denser when exposed to the sun.

"I mentioned it." Zhang Ziyao squinted at the dragon in the painting, and paused to put the lid on the wooden box. "Do you really want to listen?"

"Why don't you listen?"

Zhang Ziyao glanced at the happy-looking beast inside the wooden box, and then took a meaningful look at Zhu Jiuyin. After a moment, under the persistent gaze of a certain dragon, he simply put down the wooden box and unfolded the folded letters again. The voice read aloud in a voice that could be heard in the whole room: "'But Zhu Jiuyin is cruel and murderous. If you want to connect with him, please think carefully.'"

Zhu Jiuyin: "?"

Zhang Ziyao put away the letter: "That's it."

Zhu Jiuyin: "???"

The little beast in the box, which was scratching its belly with its claws, paused, raised its golden eyes, and looked at Zhu Jiuyin.

Fei: "Chick."

Zhu Jiuyin's mentality exploded at the sight of Fei, and the "chi" behind him was even more "chi" so that his anger surged——

The newly painted big tail with white hair stretched out from the scroll, hooked the boy who was about to leave, covered his face with the big tail, and listened to him make a "woo-woo" sound in his own tail , Zhu Jiuyin roared loudly: "Who the hell is your grandfather talking about? I am contemptible? Killer?? If you have the guts to say it again!! I want to kill, can I keep him like this?" The old stinky old man is talking bad things about me calmly there - don't move! Say it clearly before you go! Don't pick my tail - and don't tear it up - and the stupid cow in the wooden box, gloating, don't forget I am a god of calamity, if someone with a gentle temperament like Lao Tzu is also considered a murderous person, what is it that you have passed where there is no grass?!!"

Hearing the words, the little beast kneeling in the wooden box jumped up, its golden pupils stared at Zhu Jiuyin vigilantly, its fur exploded and let out a low growl of "hiss" from its mouth——

Zhang Ziyao pulled off the emerald tail covering his face, and spit out the fishy smell in his mouth: "I didn't care, it was you who insisted on me reading it! I'm not happy after reading it, why is it so difficult to serve... If you want to bring Feishou, did they provoke you?"

"Bring it because it needs a beating - what are you doing with it?!"

"Niu Niu Nian Jing is still young, and he can't speak, so how can he deserve a beating?" Zhang Ziyao broke free from Zhu Jiuyin's shackles, took the wooden box and forced it under the scroll to let the dragon in the scroll look at the calf inside, "Look Looking at this appearance, how does it look like a disaster god? It's just a calf, it can't even take human form!"

The red eyes in the painting and the golden eyes in the wooden box stare at each other for a moment.

Zhu Jiuyin turned away the dragon's face, and snorted coldly: "The god of disaster still needs to look alike to be considered a god of disaster? Is it okay to be ugly? Besides, you open your eyes and look outside the house, and the water is flooding the golden mountain. This gentleman's fault? Still 'Niu Niu', oops, you have even chosen a nickname, and you think you are very close to others... I don't know that this thing has long been—"

He stopped suddenly halfway through the speech.

Zhang Ziyao: "?"

Zhu Jiuyin turned his face back, and there was no expression on the dragon's face at all, but he said coldly: "If I look like it, I don't want to transform into a human, and just quietly be a stupid cow." Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid can at least deceive a fool like you..."

The one in the wooden box made a strange sound, and the little beast in the box turned away its face in disdain, as if it was too lazy to argue with Long Duo in the painting.

Zhang Ziyao saw that the two uncles were refusing to cooperate with each other, and he had nothing to do with them-he had almost run out of saliva these days and didn't let them live in harmony... The strangest thing is that in Zhang Ziyao's opinion, the two This person obviously has no direct contact, anyway, since one morning, suddenly there is some kind of deep hatred - er, think about it carefully, it seems that that day he caught a cold and went to bed early, and then woke up the next day, the world seemed to have changed look...

Zhang Ziyao always felt that he might have missed something, squinted his eyes suspiciously, and was about to ask a question. At this time, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dragon who had put his face on the edge of the scroll and suddenly turned around and burrowed into the lush pine branches. The little beast in the box raised its head slightly vigilantly and looked in the direction of the outer door——

After a while, Zhang Ziyao heard footsteps coming from outside the house, and he closed the lid of the wooden box. At the same time, someone knocked on the door—it was someone sent by Prince Rui, asking Zhang Ziyao to come with him. Go prepare to draw the post-disaster map that was agreed before, and after the map is finished, we can set off on the road to the Taihang Mountains as soon as possible.

Zhang Ziyao put down the wooden box in response, stood on tiptoe, took off the painting hanging on the wall, rolled it up and hung it on his waist, put the closed wooden box into the baggage he had packed earlier, opened the door and went out after a while , jumped into the range of the umbrella held by the guards waiting outside the door...

In fact, in such a heavy rain, it is useless to hold an umbrella. After walking a little more than ten meters, his shoulders and arms are already soaked. Fortunately, he did not go far, and he saw the carriage of Prince Rui's Mansion waiting in the rain... Zhang Ziyao simply Run-up in three or two steps, he slid and jumped onto the carriage nimbly, the carriage door opened at the same time as if he had been waiting for a long time, and the floor mark in the carriage sat dry and dry, watching with a smile on the person who jumped into the carriage in a hurry Boy: "Why are you so wet? Didn't the king send guards to meet you?"

While talking, his fox-like gaze stayed for a moment on the precarious drop of water on the juvenile's thin chin, and then he took out a handkerchief and stretched it out, and wiped the soft handkerchief with a faint sandalwood fragrance on Zhang Ziyao's chin Guo: "Wipe it, the wind and cold are good, be careful and repeat it."

Naturally, the movements didn't look awkward at all, as if the two of them had long been used to such slightly overly intimate movements—Zhang Ziyao was stunned for a moment, but he didn't understand what he was doing, so he asked the prince to wipe the water for him , hastily took the handkerchief with hands that were chilled by the rain, wiped it absently and casually, and replied: "It's raining heavily outside, and when a gust of wind blows, I can't even hold the umbrella, but I'm not a little girl." Home, what's the point of getting in the rain... Hey, I don't know when the rain will stop, the people in the city are probably very annoyed, right?"

At this time, the carriage was slowly driving out.

"Because the precautions were taken in advance this time, the loss is not so bad. The temporary shed has been built, and the food is still enough... This is thanks to your reminder in advance."

"My lord didn't ask why I knew this in advance?"

"Dream painters always have some things that ordinary people can't reach. It's boring to ask the bottom of everything." Lou Hen said with a smile, "This king is not such a person who doesn't know the taste. He is too tight to scare Ziyao away, isn't it? Is it worth the loss?"

He said this as if Zhang Ziyao was some kind of treasure.

Zhang Ziyao was ashamed, and he was even more sure of the statement that "knowing less is happier", and he murmured that if those relatives in his family knew about his ability, they would bluff and cheat in the capital, while those like Zhang Zixiao who had some ability would shrink back. Thinking behind closed doors in the ancestral hall, he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood——Thinking of this, he felt happier for some reason, lifted the curtain and looked out, only to find that the carriage had already driven out to avoid the summer heat during the conversation with Lou Hen The villa gradually left the gate of the imperial city...

The carriage passed by the inn where he stayed before, and in the heavy rain, a familiar figure stepped out of the inn and passed by. tall...

It clearly looks like his brother Zhang Zixiao who should be huddled in the ancestral hall to recite the Heart Sutra at this time.

"what?"

Zhang Ziyao's eyes widened slightly, and after a while, he rubbed his eyes fiercely, and then took a closer look, there was no one else in front of the inn, only a group of old and young women and children crowded together under the eaves to hide from the rain——

Zhang Ziyao heaved a long sigh of relief, secretly feeling bad luck in his heart. He always felt that he had long nights and dreams, and he was hallucinating.

Also.

How could Zhang Zixiao come here?

……

Just like what Louhen said, it is probably because the waterlogging preparations have been made in advance. The waterlogging in the streets of the city is not as serious as last time. Cars and horses can still pass, and people can move freely in coir raincoats. ...Although there are very few people on the street, and the buildings on both sides of the street were damaged by the earthquake and soaked in water, the overall situation is not as depressed as imagined——

Especially those temporary sheds built by the imperial court. It was about breakfast time at this moment. Most of the sheds were full of people. There is impatience, but it is acceptable.

Zhang Ziyao put aside the irritability caused by the hallucination just now, and tried his best to keep this scene in his heart, thinking about putting it into the painting later.

The carriage stopped shortly after entering the city.

The door of the car was opened from the outside, and the guard outside was waiting respectfully with an umbrella, and three steps away was a long shed that had been built long ago—no one was giving porridge in the shed, and no one was there. The crowded refugees just put a few tables put together, and a group of officers and soldiers waited eagerly... The shed was built in the middle of the road, facing the street with rotten bricks and broken tiles and a few temporary porridge sheds. In a wet place, it is rare to find such a dry place.

Seeing Lou Hen, he jumped off the carriage, and those who had been waiting for a long time stood up one after another. A man dressed as a soldier came up with a wooden box in his hand. When Lou Hen walked in, the soldier opened the wooden box and showed it to Lou Hen. With a glance, the latter glanced at the things in the wooden box, just nodded and asked lightly: "Have you collected everything?"

"If you go back to the prince, it's all done."

"A lot?"

"There are quite a few, except for one named Li Si—"

The soldier leaned over to Lou Hen and whispered. After Lou Hen frowned slightly, he quickly let go and nodded.

Zhang Ziyao craned his neck to look around, and found that the wooden box was full of pasted letters, which were probably the family letters that he said he would hand over to the border soldiers along with the post-disaster pictures... Seeing this scene, Zhang Ziyao finally I was a little nervous at first, looking sullenly at Lou Hen and instructing those people to unfold the prepared long scrolls on the long tables under the shed——

The length of the scroll made Zhang Ziyao dizzy for a while.

I just feel that he would be ashamed to say that he is here to paint if he does not create a "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival".

When Lou Hen ordered someone to take the colored ink, Zhang Ziyao wanted to yell even more: Forget about the Qingming Riverside Picture, but return the bloody ink!

Add money!

Must add money!

Roaring in his heart, the black-haired boy was honest on the surface, with a hypocritical face of "the prince is so well prepared", he slowly moved to the front of the drawing paper under the guidance of the soldiers, stood still in front of the drawing paper, and swept Taking a look at the dilapidated and unusually individual buildings on the street directly opposite, and the melon-eaters of different heights, short, fat, and thin, standing in twos and threes in the buildings and looking at me curiously——

Don't take a second look.

Just one glance at Zhang Ziyao felt that he couldn't draw at all.

However, the matter has come to this point, and it is difficult to get off the horse. I can only rejoice that my grandfather held his head on the drawing paper and barely learned some architectural drawing methods in the early years. touched -

"Who is that?"

"Painter."

"I know him, the one who painted the crooked melon split date monkey on the wall before, and those monkeys brought out a lot of good things from the ruins."

"Ah, it's just him. I wasn't there at the time, but later I heard Er Mazi talk to me vividly—how could he be so young? Looks like he's still a child."

"Yes, yes, he was picked up by the prince later, and we have never seen him—why did he come out again today? He is painting again? What is he painting? Is it a monkey?"

"Hey, you don't know, do you? The lord specially invited him here to paint portraits for us soldiers and families—I heard that the finished painting will be escorted by the lord to my son in a few days. It's gone! My son hasn't seen his family for three or four years, and I don't know if he's okay..."

"Ah, that's what the soldier brother who called me over just now said to me... Ah, really, I didn't say it earlier, but I have gained weight over the years. I don't know if my husband will laugh at me when he sees it?"

……

The sound of discussion on the other side of the street, which the heavy rain could not cover up, reached Zhang Ziyao's ears...

——The one drawn today is not a monkey, but a person who is not much different from a monkey.

——That aunt, whether you can accurately find out which one is his own mother from a bunch of monkey people depends on whether he really respects you.

——As for the little lady who yelled that she was getting fat, I don’t know if your husband is laughing at you or not. At least I know that the time has come to test whether you are true love. Fat and thin...and I think your husband may not even recognize that stickman as you?

……

Zhang Ziyao silently answered the doubts of those people across the street. On the surface, he seemed to be calm and serious about painting. In fact, his mental activities were quite rich. It was just that while he was frantically chatting with the people on the opposite street, he didn't stop the pen in his hand—— The ink lines of the Tao are smudged on the drawing paper, and with a little outline, the simple building has a rough outline. The black ink is dipped in the dragon pen, and it is lightly sprinkled on the top of the scroll, and the ink dots are like raindrops on the pure white. on the scroll...

The ink spots spread on their own as if they had life, and became rain marks, falling on the simply outlined bluestone brick streets.

Zhang Ziyao spent some time adding these simple and fragmentary things.

The long row of dilapidated buildings on the picture scroll barely restores the original appearance of the street, neither exaggerating nor deliberately concealing the real situation. At a glance, it seems to be the same thing... During Zhang Ziyao's painting, the building traces once walked away. I came over to look at it, looked at the finished product on the drawing paper, and didn't say that the drawing was not good, but just asked Zhang Ziyao softly if he was tired and if he needed a rest.

Zhang Ziyao shook his head, forced a smile and said: No need.

At the same time, I thought to myself, after I finish drawing those people, you probably want to ask me, my lord, if I need to go to the ground for peace.

I hope that when the time comes, you can allow my answer to remain unchanged: no.

Zhang Ziyao procrastinated and finished drawing the building, and finally came to the moment when he needed to draw the characters. Thinking of the emperor's reaction when the picture of the cruise ship he drew on the flower boat was seen by the emperor, Zhang Ziyao only felt that his back was almost soaked in sweat in this autumn. Wet... Gathering his mind a bit, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up across the street. He was about to find a family member of a soldier with the simplest image and start to describe it. corner--

This was the situation at the time.

Lou Hen looked at Zhang Ziyao from a distance, so he could clearly see the change on the young man's face——

At first, Zhang Ziyao had no expression on his face.

But at a certain moment, his entire face froze.

The stylus pen slipped from his hand, and it fell on the drawing paper with a soft sound.

The boy's black pupils narrowed slightly, and his lips parted slightly, revealing an expression of extreme surprise or even horror... A moment later, Lou Hen heard Zhang Ziyao's lips move, and suppressed the extremely trembling and unbelievable expression in his throat. Called in a low voice: "Mother?"