[Longmen] Quiet and cute social animal recognizes big brother online

Just kidding, Alisa is not so easy to get hurt, it is the relationship between the seasons, the bleak autumn can easily make people feel sad, but the autumn scenery is very good, such as the red leaves in Xiangshan, the ginkgo trees in Dajue Temple are yellow, and the ground is yellow and orange The orange ginkgo leaves are like a warm carpet.

But Dajue Temple is a royal temple, and those who are qualified to enter are above the fourth rank, and the distance is the farthest. If you don’t stay there for one night, one day is not enough to go back and forth. Instead, go to the nearest Zhihua Temple. There is no ginkgo there, but there are many interesting things. scenery.

As a woman, it is inconvenient to walk outside. Alisa changed into men's clothing, and her shoulder-length short hair was stuffed into a square scarf. If she kept a low profile, no one would care about the little scholar. She walked a street away from Zhihua Temple. This place is much more lively than imagined , I began to worry about whether I would not be able to squeeze in.

Facts proved that I thought too much, there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going, all for offering incense and praying, only she entered the mountain gate alone, was attracted by the Zhihua gate with red walls and black tiles and two stone tablets, and forgot what happened next, and found a place to sit cross-legged under the eaves. Sitting alone, she is the only one who enjoys this autumn light and shadow that has penetrated more than 400 years.

I really feel the happiness of completing one thing. If happiness has a color, it will probably be the vermilion that the temple wall has absorbed enough sunlight to become full. No, it is definitely this color.

I was thinking about going back in the setting sun, so I decided to find a stall near the temple. It didn’t need much room for an easel. On the way, I met a hawker selling candied haws. I bought two bunches of it, remembering that she and Tata were shopping at the hawker’s place. Picking up and picking up two bunches of candied haws with the most sugar, I happily took them home to give to Yuhuatian, and we parted that day.

Hawthorn wrapped in sugar, it is not sweet anymore.

Alisa gave Xiaoyuan the two bunches of candied haws she bought.

Xiaoyuan ate very happily.

Alisa rested her chin and said with emotion, "Do you know what it means to be passionate?"

Xiaoyuan turned around with her swollen cheeks propped up, "Girl?"

"I once met a man, he was good-looking and talented, I hoped that he could be my family, but he left, saying that we would be strangers when we meet, that's presumptuous."

She wiped the sugar residue from the corner of her mouth, "The girl likes that person?"

"I like it." Alyssa was very honest, and she knew very well that there was an imprinting effect in it. Whether she was angry or irritable, she also had to deny it. In the end, she admitted it herself. This was a very sad process. .

She thought, it must be this damned autumn that aroused the hidden sadness in one's heart.

Xiaoyuan smiled slyly, "My servant, it seems that the girl wants to marry him."

marry?The word seemed far away, and separated by a thick mist, she couldn't understand the meaning of the word, thought for a moment, and converted it into understandable words.

"You mean I love him?"

Xiaoyuan nodded, "Yes, this servant feels that the girl is in love with that person."

Alisa touched her chest, still in a daze, "Love? I have never loved anyone other than my father and mother."

"In my imagination, love is when I meet someone, I think about the style of the wedding dress and the color of the bouquet; love is when I meet someone, I decide to give birth to a boy and a girl, and I even think about the name Well, love is white, a pair of white-haired old men and women walking down the street holding hands."

"Love is a responsibility, a weight that you are willing to bear but can't wait to bear."

"But I don't have these thoughts about that person. I just want to see him every day, say good morning in the morning and good night in the evening."

She looked at Xiaoyuan, her eyes were full of puzzlement and she asked her for an answer, "Is this the love you said?"

This series of words caught Xiaoyuan's attention. For those who need to work in the West Factory, it doesn't matter how much knowledge they have, as long as they can read and write their names, they can't tell the pedantic principles of one, two, three, four, and they don't like it. Who knows what liking/love is like after listening to the songs in the opera.

Two girls who are both in zero love discuss love together, just like the medieval pope admitted that the earth is round, the earth is not the center of the universe, God is imaginary, and human ancestors crawled out of the sea. It is really embarrassing.

A mouth that loves to be fed and wants to eat, Xiaoyuan doesn't need salary, but helps her with the house, and always has to take care of other people's food.

Alyssa found an easel at the back door of Zhihua Temple. The location is a bit out of the way and small, so it’s not convenient for stalls. One sells incense and the other sells porcelain. The disadvantage is that there are not many people.

It doesn't matter, the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley, Alisa is not afraid of no one coming to the door, Zhubian Town invites her to paint a portrait and line it up at the entrance of the alley, the price of a painting is [-] cents, the price is low, this time the asking price for a sketch One silver coin, she is very confident.

It doesn't matter if the price is raised, and there are fewer customers, at least they can carve out the standard of each painting carefully, not just to catch up with the work.

As for watercolor painting, I am still learning to color, and the finished products I have painted are hanging at home, and when they are completely dry, I will set up a stall to restore the blood, and sell as much as I can.

I have to mention that watercolor paints are expensive, and you can mix ten kinds of pigments for ten silver coins, and then buy paper, pen and ink, six silver coins, or sixteen silver coins, and you will spend one or two silver coins at once, that is, one thousand copper coins. There is nothing I can do if I feel distressed, the cost of learning to paint is high, otherwise why would those painters find sponsors.

After choosing a place, say hello to the two neighbors on the left and right, straighten the wooden frame and open the mat, stick a piece of paper with a clearly marked price on the back of the wooden frame, and concentrate on drawing the black glazed tiles on the roof of Wanfa Hall with the drawing board. The temple has a strong artistic beauty from any angle and is suitable for improving painting skills.

In order to achieve the desired picture, everything starts from the basic wiring to create a physical texture, contemplates the composition layout, and uses the three-dimensional sense of space created by the collision of light and shadow, so that the requirements for the charcoal pencils used are different. Alisa There are two types, a soft carbon for shadows that require thick lines, and a hard carbon for starting lines.

The wrist moves slowly up and down at one-third of the usual speed. After the morning, the general outline will be completed, but there is already a sense of spatial perspective, which attracts the curiosity of the peddler at the porcelain stall. He was originally curious about what paintings cost a penny. starting price.

"Little painter, your painting...is amazing."

Alisa stopped the charcoal pen. Different from the pursuit of "artistic conception in the painting and painting outside the painting" in traditional Chinese painting, her paintings are based on extending the realistic appearance of people or objects, pursuing objective reality and capturing the beauty of that moment To put it bluntly, even illiterates can understand good and bad paintings.

"This painting is just beginning."

He lowered his head before, the peddler didn't see his appearance clearly, but when he spoke up, he was taken aback by the color of eyes that were different from ordinary people. He heard from the older generation that Emperor Yong Le would be crowded with Zheng Gong at the entrance of Wan Guolai to bring him back. It's rare to see the Fanyi who have an audience now.

"Yeah, are you a Fanyi?! Or a girl?!"

There are black-skinned, red-haired and yellow-haired, blue-eyed Han people who have never seen it before. This is strange, not only rare, but also rare. He looked around in circles like a rare animal.

Alyssa was very cooperative, she sat upright and looked decent to others. Wearing men's clothing was convenient for going out on the street. She didn't deliberately hide her face as a girl, and she also explained why she had blue eyes.

"My father is a Fanyi, and my mother is a Han Chinese. I look like my mother, and my eyes are like my father's."

The aunt who sold the incense came over, her eyes were about to pop out, "Oh, you are really Fanyi, and you can speak Chinese?! Miss Fanyi, where did you come from?"

"To the west, far, far away,"

The aunt is more talkative than the peddler, and she speaks sharply, "It's far away, it's not good to stay at home, come out, do your parents know?"

"My parents passed away, and my mother wanted me to return to China, so I came back." Alisa didn't feel that there was anything to hide. Sometimes she showed weakness, and if she was lucky, she would get extra rewards.

When the aunt heard that she was an orphan, she was immediately filled with compassion. After all, her age was full of maternal love. "Poor girl, my surname is Wu. You call me Aunt Wu. Where do you live now? Where is your mother's house?"

She spoke so fast that Alisa felt like she was on a roller coaster, and it passed in a buzz.

The thin-faced peddler pushed people away, "My surname is Liu, Daokou Liu, do you know what I say? Can you write?"

"I know, I have no problem speaking Chinese and writing Chinese characters." Alyssa fingered strokes, "Is this Liu right?"

"Liu Erlang, I'm talking, what are you squeezing me for, go away," Aunt Wu slapped the hawker who got in the way, "Miss Fanyi."

"My name is Alyssa," Alyssa took out the household registration certificate that she carried at all times, and Fujichi reminded that it is best for a foreigner like her to bring documents that can prove herself to the street patrol officer.

Aunt Wu looked around. She couldn't read a few words, but at least she knew what the household registration looked like.

"Yo, it's true, there are household registrations."

After being read by others, Alisa folded it and put it back in her pocket with a bright smile.

"I am a citizen of Daming just like my aunt and brother, and Daming is my motherland and my home."

No matter how comfortable I heard these words, Aunt Wu and Liu Erlang felt proud of being born in the land of Ming Dynasty.

She covered her mouth and smiled, "Look at this girl...can talk."

"I'm new here, and I don't understand a lot of things, so I ask Aunt Wu and Brother Liu to give me some pointers." Alyssa clasped her fists and bowed like Teng Qi.

She is beautiful, can talk, is literate and polite, and is down-to-earth. She is likable wherever she goes, and she gets to know them well. It only costs two bags of butter biscuits. This is Alisa's unique skill.

Practicing hand-painted watercolors are often fragments of a still scene, with animals, plants, and objects, and the space is only half of the sketch paper. The colors are bright, sometimes childlike, sometimes cute, sometimes realistic, and the asking price is five cents. You have a sleeping turmeric civet cat, ten coins.

Hanging up for two days, 25 sheets, [-] sheets were cleared out, so that the left and right sides looked envious, and they couldn't be jealous. The little girl drew in front of the two of them, just like that, and drew it without seeing it clearly. In a scene, she has a solid skill, and she has no way to steal a teacher.

Alyssa is well aware of the truth that a big tree attracts the wind. Setting up a stall is just to make a living and draw money. She doesn’t think about right and wrong. If there is any dispute, she, a foreigner, always suffers. It just so happens that the painting of Wanfa Hall is over, and she wants to go to the temple to collect scenery, but The stalls and paintings cannot be ignored, so I took this opportunity to entrust Aunt Wu and Liu Erlang.

In the past two days, the two of them had been envious, and there was no reason why they would push it away if a good thing came to their door.

"Then trouble the two of you." Alisa said to the two of them holding the drawing board, "If anything happens, I'll be in the yard."

"Don't worry, girl, leave it to us," Aunt Wu smiled flatteringly, whether it's a barbarian or not, anyone who can make brother Kong Fang into his pocket is a boy who gives money.

Liu Erlang thought a lot, "What if someone asks you to take a portrait?" After all, he felt a little guilty for taking advantage of others instead of doing practical things for them.

Alisa took out a piece of paper and handed it over, "Brother Liu left the name of the person who was troubled, and told him again, I will be here tomorrow."

Small watercolor paintings and charcoal paintings are priced at five and fifty respectively, and the extra money from the sale will go to the seller. If you have money, everyone will earn it together. If you have a good relationship, you can relax.

Besides, coming to the capital is not just to set up street stalls every day, but to have higher demands, to visit those historical sites and famous people, Duoxiang, and then to go out to collect pictures and paintings, so let’s first try how these two people are. Do that from now on.

Making money, drawing, and doing both, she is such a clever little ghost.