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After Chunfeng finished speaking, she seemed extremely frightened, and recalled the scene of being pointed at her nose and insulted as a "liar" just now. The little girl had never seen such a scene with the eldest lady all year round, and the more she thought about it, the more wronged she became. When Zhang Ziyao spoke, he burst into tears with a "wow", spraying out his nose and tears!

Zhang Ziyao's head hurts from her crying, and he never expected that the ups and downs will start again. Right now, one of his two precious brothers is sick and unconscious in bed because of his Bi Fang's fright; Locked in the ancestral hall without eating or drinking, and I don't know what I'm doing.His second aunt cried every day, his second uncle sighed, his grandfather just went to the north, and now he is the only one in charge of the family, but this kind of thing happened again...

It is not uncommon for the birds in the paintings of the Zhang family to sing at sunrise and rest at sunset because of their spirituality, but it is unheard of for them to disappear completely from the painting.

Zhang Ziyao raised his hand and scratched his head, feeling a little dazed, he frowned and took out the scroll and stuffed it into the crying little girl's hand. Regardless of the shouting from the officials outside the door, he turned around and walked quickly to the ancestral hall Go——When I left, I didn't forget to take the picture scroll on the edge of the window.

When Zhang Ziyao came to the door of the ancestral hall, he saw that there was still an untouched lunch box in front of the door. Zhang Ziyao moved the lunch box to the side with his toes, knocked on the door, and then ignored the people inside. Did you hear that, and asked to himself: "Zhang Zixiao, are you there?"

no response.

Zhang Ziyao persevered and continued to knock: "Zhang Zixiao, you! Yes! No! Yes!"

Still no response.

Instead, the picture scroll held in Zhang Ziyao's hand reacted: "If I haven't responded for so long, I must be dead."

Zhang Ziyao lost his temper, and slapped the picture scroll with the hand that knocked on the door, and then he raised his fist amidst the people inside who were furious, "Why are you beating me? Isn't the kingfisher I drew flying?" , and began to knock on the door with a "bang bang", regardless of whether the people inside could hear it or not, just yelled inside: "Zhang Zixiao, listen to me, don't do porcelain work if you don't have that diamond. Listening to your father urging you to do this and that every day is a waste of time! Brainless! No! Something went wrong! That’s right, something happened to the bird bathing picture you drew! The bird ran away alive from the painting , gone! The big officials in the capital came to the door, saying that our whole family is a liar! They want to accuse us of crimes!! And they still go to the capital to prosecute, my God, have you ever been to the capital in your life? This is the first time To go is to wear handcuffs and shackles..."

Squeak!

The door of the ancient ancestral hall was opened from the inside, and the harsh sound interrupted Zhang Ziyao's roar.

Behind the crack of the door, an extremely pale and gloomy face appeared. Zhang Ziyao was so frightened that he took a step back suddenly. Before he could speak, he heard Zhang Zixiao ask expressionlessly: "What do you think of "The Light of the Emerald Lake"?" gone?"

"Ah? You came out... Oh, there is something wrong with that painting. The kingfisher and kingfisher in it are gone."

Zhang Ziyao stuttered a bit.

It's different from looking at Zhang Ziyi as if looking at a fool. Although he hates this person very much, it doesn't prevent Zhang Ziyao from knowing that Zhang Zixiao's brother still has real skills. For example, what happened to Bi Fang last time, if Zhang Ziyao didn't Zixiao stopped him, Zhang Ziyao might really have an impulse to kill the arrogant Zhang Ziyi.

Often thinking of this later, Zhang Ziyao was still terrified.

In addition, Zhang Zixiao is much more low-key than Zhang Ziyi in his daily life, and he talks less. Zhang Ziyao has always followed the principle of "detour" to this younger brother, so when he heard that Zhang Zixiao locked himself in the ancestral hall, Zhang Ziyao also chose to turn a blind eye. Turning a blind eye, the servants reported to him that there was no way to enter the ancestral hall to burn incense, and he also pretended to be stupid and said, "Zhang Zixiao can still make the ancestors hungry" and sent those people away...

To be honest, in fact, Zhang Ziyao was still a little afraid of his eccentric brother when he didn't turn on the daredevil mode on weekdays.

Just like at this moment, being stared at by Zhang Zixiao with those dark eyes, Zhang Ziyao only felt that the cold air rose from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky, and his whole body was going to be bad.

It was as if the person who did the wrong thing was not Zhang Zixiao but himself.

"Zhang Zixiao, don't do this to me. Why do you just look at me when you say something?" Zhang Ziyao squeezed the scroll in his hand, as if he could extract a little bit of courage from it, "Now the government People from all over the world are standing outside the Zhang mansion, and they insist on asking for an explanation. I heard from my servants that just paying money this time is not worth the trouble, and the one who is asking the crime is the boss in the capital..."

"None of my business."

"what?"

Zhang Ziyao was taken aback for a moment, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

"That painting is no problem. I drew it with all my heart. It is the real brainchild of these years." Zhang Zixiao looked straight into the boy's eyes, and said in a flat, numb voice, "So it's impossible to make a painting." Problems, let them solve things by themselves, anyway, it’s not about painting.”

"Where does your confidence come from, if that kingfisher is really..."

Before Zhang Ziyao finished speaking, the door of the ancestral hall was slammed shut again. If he hadn't dodged in time, the door would have slapped him in the face.

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

The tranquility before was restored in the huge courtyard.

Only the young man stood in front of the ancestral hall alone, dumbfounded at the attitude of dragging his younger brother to heaven.

After a long time, he heard a lazy and magnetic male voice from the picture scroll in his hand: "Hey, what is this called?... Ah, if you can't ask the crime, you will be smeared instead?"

"Master Zhu Jiuyin."

"What?"

"You're the one who talks too much. I won't take you to the sun tomorrow."

"..."

……

Because Zhang Zixiao refused to be responsible for the paintings he had painted, and the county magistrate insisted on an explanation from the Zhang family, so the final outcome was that the next day, Zhang Ziyao, who had just sent his grandfather away not long ago, also Silently climbed into the carriage.

Squatting on the carriage, listening to the "beeping" sound outside the carriage, Zhang Ziyao reached out helplessly to lift the curtain of the carriage, and said to Chunfeng who was standing under the carriage until his nose was red from crying: "Don't always be like this!" You look pitiful, my mother is gone, and I'm going to Beijing too, you are at home with this appearance, beware of being bullied."

Chunfeng choked with sobs and nodded, raising her fat hand to wipe her red eyes.

Zhang Ziyao restrained the expression on his face, his immature face rarely showed seriousness other than his usual lazy expression, and he looked at Zhang Jiao who was standing behind Chunfeng again.At this moment, under his gaze, the latter seemed to feel embarrassed, blushed, lowered his head and rubbed his hands, but before he could speak, he heard Zhang Ziyao coldly said: "I am going this time because of Zhang's family. As the temporary owner of the house, I went to clean up the mess for my brother. I took care of everything in the house. If you need to contact me quickly for major events, I will get my approval. Adding children and commissions, repairing and building new ones, expanding business, and spending more than 100 taels are considered major events. You guys Just live your life with peace of mind, if I am not at home during this period of time, if I am restless and make some big troubles, it is no wonder that the Zhang family can't tolerate you few big Buddhas."

After Zhang Ziyao finished speaking, the seeing-off team fell into a moment of dead silence.

After a long time, Zhang Jiao's face was flushed red like a boiled tomato, he raised his head and stared at Zhang Ziyao in disbelief, as if he didn't expect that this child who is usually bored like a gourd is going crazy in so many places now. He didn't give him a little face in front of the servant, and suddenly his seven orifices smoked: "You, you, what are you talking about, I am your elder after all..."

"The moment you make up your mind to withhold the silver taels that should be spent on my mother, it's already gone," Zhang Ziyao lowered his eyes, "It's too late for me to explain now."

After saying that, he seemed disdainful to hear Zhang Jiao hopping, he lowered the curtain heavily, and sat back in the carriage. At the same time, the carriage driver raised his whip, and the carriage left slowly——

Behind him, Chunfeng cried loudly, "Wow", my aunt yelled, "100 taels is not enough to buy new clothes, you should find a way", Zhang Jiao yelled "lawless"... A bunch of noises rang out in unison, it was really lively.

In the carriage here, he was so disturbed by these voices that he had a headache. Zhang Ziyao let out a long sigh and limp in the carriage, listening to the beating heart in his chest that was beating wildly because of the anger at that moment and the courage to speak harshly to Zhang Jiao. Voice.

Going to the capital, what should I do when I meet a high official?

Zhang Ziyao stared blankly at the ceiling, puffed up his face...

Just now.

"—You little idiot, if you talk like that to those high-ranking officials in the capital, ten heads are not enough for you... Every punctuation mark is full of provocations that deserve to be beaten. How did you do it?"

The lazy ridicule sounded.

Zhang Ziyao, who was lying in the carriage with the word "big" open, was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had accidentally thrown a picture scroll with a Lai Pilong on the carriage before getting into the carriage - at first it was Thinking about having a talking companion on the road, now thinking about how lonely he wants to be "companion" with a painting, he is really sick.

Zhang Ziyao licked his lips, got up, pulled the picture scroll out from the pile of soft goods, spread it out on the small coffee table in the carriage, and poked the picture with his chin in one hand and his finger in the other: "Nine nine... ..."

"Finally I've got me out. Those mortals wearing crude clothes make me want to sneeze..." The man in the painting who lowered his head and straightened his sleeves was suddenly taken aback, stopped thinking, raised his head, with a capitalized expression on his face. , the eyebrows almost flew into the hairline and asked, "Who did you just... call?"

Zhang Ziyao seemed to have not heard, and said to himself: "Tell me, if it wasn't Zhang Zixiao's problem, then why did the kingfisher in the painting disappear?"

"I can't even figure out this question, it really is stupid. There are only two answers, either your cousin's drawing skills are not good... What did you just call, uh, who were you calling?" Zhu Jiuyin mentioned that with a full face. The two words are insulting.

Zhang Ziyao sighed and said: "He is no longer good. There is really no one in our family who can match him except Grandpa."

"What about you? You can summon the beast of the Mountain and Sea Classics scroll, at least it's one of a kind...Who approved you to give me a nickname without authorization? It's really daring!"

"Afterwards, I tried it secretly," Zhang Ziyao scratched his head with an embarrassed smile, "and came to the conclusion that Bi Fang appeared that day probably because he also wanted to bask in the sun."

"..."

Being completely ignored, Zhu Jiu's dark face twitched, looking at the young man sitting by the small tea table who was moaning and sighing endlessly, and finally couldn't take it anymore and said, "Either the picture scroll is not a problem at all, and the prince in the capital is so poor that he wants to blackmail you." A sum, so that I can add some firewood, rice, oil and salt."

The sarcasm in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes when he said this already showed his attitude towards this matter: that is, he has no attitude.

Zhang Ziyao thought for a while, but still felt a little unconvinced: "How do you know that this matter must have nothing to do with the kingfisher in the painting?"

Zhu Jiuyin snorted, as if to say: What does it matter?

"You were able to fly out of the wall back then, and now you can get free from the scroll, that little kingfisher..."

"A little kingfisher."

"..."

"You also know 'a little kingfisher', you compare it with an ancient evil god like me?" Zhu Jiuyin said, "Actually, many years ago, someone made a fortune for me, saying that I was destined There is a great catastrophe, and I used to firmly believe that the so-called "great catastrophe" should have been sealed by the bald donkey for thousands of years, but now that I think about it, the catastrophe may have just appeared."

"..."

"Sit in front of me now."

"..."

"If I die one day, I will die of embarrassment by your vulgar words."

"...Jiujiu, let's have a friendly conversation."

"I don't know what 'Friendship' looks like, I only know that if you call this name again, you will never see 'Friendship'."

Zhang Ziyao disregarded the humming of the dragon's toothache, changed his sitting position, and then said to himself under Zhu Jiuyin's disdainful gaze: "I think that the kingfisher Zhang Zixiao painted may be like the one you used to be. Accidentally entered the real spirit."

Zhu Jiuyin, who was sitting in the picture scroll, seemed to be a little interested when he heard the words, and opened one eye.

"Although I am not good at the craftsmanship of our dream-painting craftsmen, I still understand its own principles. Let's talk about painting objects first. In ancient times, even the goddess Nuwa couldn't create humans empty-handed, and as humans, we couldn't even create them with nothing." There is such a heaven-defying ability, so, in fact, Emengjiang's "paintings have objects" are just "borrowing objects from space"."

As Zhang Ziyao said, he picked up a cup from the small coffee table.

"For example, I drew a cup a hundred miles away, and that cup happened to be the size of this small teacup in the palm of my hand, and its shape was similar. Then this cup would be taken away as what I drew, and it would appear in hundreds of miles. My hands inside and outside—the more specific the drawing, the more singular the corresponding thing... If I just draw a small round cup, then the cup that may appear is one of thousands of cups , but if I draw another notch on the edge of the cup and add some lines to the base, then this will only appear in my hand. Nature returns to its original owner.”

As Zhang Ziyao said, he showed Zhu Jiuyin a small gap on the small teacup and the pattern on the bottom of the cup, then turned his hand over, hid the small cup in his sleeve, spread his empty hand, and said with a smile : "Therefore, there are three things that painters do not paint among dream painters: one does not paint money; the other does not paint food; the third..."

He paused before saying: "I don't paint things that don't exist in the world or that once existed and are now gone."

Zhu Jiuyin nodded thoughtfully, seemingly listening carefully, and asked, "The third finger?"

Zhang Ziyao said: "There is no need to talk about things that do not exist in the world, but what once appeared and now has disappeared is like the legendary "Longquan Sword". , but I lost face in vain, so I didn’t paint.”

After getting such an answer that he didn't know how to describe, Zhu Jiu said coolly: "...it's really particular."

Zhang Ziyao chuckled, pretending not to understand the sarcasm in Zhu Jiuyin's words, but continued: "Painting living things is different from painting ordinary objects. As the saying goes, everything in the world has spirits, so borrowing living things is like borrowing living things." Borrowing ordinary items is much more troublesome, just like people have different heights, shorts, fats, and thins, even the same animal has subtle differences in appearance, if you really want to 'borrow' a living animal from a painting, you have to paint The details must be correct, and there must be no sloppy, this kind of 'borrowing' is called 'borrowing the real spirit' in the jargon."

"There are so many rules."

"There is another kind, that is, beginners can only move the black lines on the painting scroll, and have the movements of ordinary animals, but temporarily let the spirit of a certain small animal run to the painting to dominate for a while, for example, the one my brother was killed by us back then. Grandpa blows up the crooked face of the sky and gnaws the grass rabbit, which is called 'borrowing a fake spirit'."

"I'm getting dizzy from talking about it. How come there are so many nonsense." Zhu Jiuyin said impatiently after listening for more than half, "You mean, your cousin accidentally borrowed a real kingfisher spirit."

Zhang Ziyao nodded.

"If that's the case, what should you do?" Zhu Jiuyin said, "If it's a real kingfisher, I'm afraid it would have flown away long ago."

"If it's true, borrow a fake spirit on the spot, and draw a kingfisher to let it stay in the scroll..."

"Can you draw it? The kingfisher is very elegant."

"...I am the one who borrowed Bi Fang's true spirit!"

"Just that one time."

"..."

"Looking at your expression, do you mean that you are going to brag for the rest of your life? Disrespect and disrespect."

"..."

Volume [-] Cui Yu