Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

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There are many calligraphy and paintings in a corner of the bustling market in Nanyang City. Those who are interested stop and stop, pick up the calligraphy and paintings and look closely at the unique techniques of the painters.

Next to the painting booth, there were two people standing.One big and one small, with simple clothes and extraordinary temperament.

After wrapping the picture scroll and handing it to the guest, and collecting the money, the young man looked up at the plain-clothed man beside him: "Qingluo, let's go back today?"

Qingluo nodded, the calligraphy and paintings prepared today are almost sold out, and more should be prepared tomorrow.He gently raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The heavy snow in winter had stopped for several days, and the snow on the ground had also melted away.The cold winter is coming to an end, and the joy of the new year is coming.

The sun is shining warmly on the body, leisurely and comfortable.Pedestrians on the road laughed loudly and walked leisurely, no longer rushing in the deep winter.

The two packed up the remaining few calligraphy and paintings, went to the market to buy some food, and just returned to the inn.

After a brief rest, the young man began to prepare rice paper, grind ink, and after finishing all the trivial matters, he stepped aside and stood quietly.

Seeing this, Qingluo walked to the table and sat down, rolled up her sleeves and dipped the pen in ink, then gently landed the pen tip on the rice paper.When the pen tip wanders, rough, atmospheric or soft lines will appear on the paper.

He painted extremely seriously, and his eyes were not usually serious and focused.

The young man didn't dare to disturb him, so he stood motionless by the table, watching his smooth movements and his concentrated demeanor.

The journey from Nanyang City to Huanan City took several months, and all food and accommodation on the way required silver taels.Although Qingluo had some broken silver pawned in exchange for clothing, it was still not enough.So the two spent more than ten days selling some calligraphy and paintings in exchange for silver taels.Although a painting doesn't cost much, Qingluo's paintings are like masters' handwriting, which is really rare, and many people gather to watch and buy them every day.After more than ten days, it is not a small gain.And sometimes when I meet a few rich kids, I can earn a lot with just one painting.

Qingluo always draws late these days, trying to make as many paintings as possible.The boy guessed that he was going to leave, so he dared not disturb him even more.

Before I knew it, two hours passed.

With the last stroke finished, Qingluo put down the pen wearily, and gently rubbed between her eyebrows.Looking back, I saw the boy who had been standing all the time with sleepy eyes, probably too sleepy.

"Go and rest first."

The young man cheered up and shook his head, stepped forward and carefully packed the completed scroll, put it aside, put another piece of rice paper, and grinded the ink.

Qingluo got up and poured the tea and handed it to him, then took the inkstone in his hand: "I'll do these things, I need you to sell paintings tomorrow, rest too late, how can I get the energy for tomorrow."

The young man thought about it, so he stopped being stubborn.He just walked to the completed calligraphy and painting and laid them all flat: "I will go to sleep after finishing these paintings."

Qingluo didn't say anything anymore, she sat down again and picked up a brush to start painting.

The young man stretched out his hand to lightly trace the ink marks on the painting, with a dignified expression, as if he wanted to engrave every stroke and every painting on his heart.

Although these paintings were all made by lighting lamps at night, no matter whether it is words or paintings, there is no trace of mess and randomness.

He traced lightly with his fingertips, unwilling to let go of every stroke.The hand holding the paper was slightly hard, and the eyes were dark.

What he held in his hand was not like an ordinary scroll, but a rare treasure in the world.

After finishing the picture scroll, he turned to look at the man beside the table.Qingluo's short hair seems to have grown a lot, and the soft hair hanging from his temples swayed gently with his movements. Under the candlelight, his expression looked soft and warm, and he was dressed in coarse linen clothes.

As if sensing his gaze, the man looked over lightly, with calm eyes: "Let's rest first."

"En." The boy responded in a low voice, and poured him a cup of tea before going to the bed and lying down.

Qingluo withdrew her gaze and looked down at the paper.Somehow, he actually drew a scrap of paper.

There is a large area of ​​blank space on the painting, only a little bit of plum color is painted in one corner, but the plum color does not occupy the right place, making it look rather weird.Although it can be filled in a little bit, he picked up the pen but didn't know where to draw it. In desperation, he had to pull it out, put it aside, and continue painting.

The next day, when the boy woke up, Qingluo was still fast asleep, perhaps because he was too tired, so he slept deeply.The young man walked around him lightly and got off the bed, and then covered him with the quilt.

After a brief wash, he folded the drawing papers that Qingluo had sorted out last night one by one, and carefully rolled them up.

Glancing at a piece of drawing paper at the corner of the table, he picked it up suspiciously, and saw that it was an unfinished product when he saw only a little plum color on it.Looking back at Qingluo who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and at the drawing paper in his hand, he was reluctant to throw it away for a while, so he rolled it up and put it behind the corner of the table.

After tidying up, seeing that Qingluo was still awake, the boy went downstairs and ordered some porridge and side dishes.

Early this morning, there were already crowds of people outside, and it was very lively.The inn clerk saw that he was suspicious, and he was still a child, so he explained with a smile: "Today is the New Year's Eve, no, everyone got up early in the morning to buy new year's goods."

The young man was slightly taken aback, looking at the pedestrians walking outside in groups, supporting the old and the young, having fun.

He suddenly thought of the figure of himself alone more than ten years ago, and thought of the man in the calm and clear sky, his heart tightened suddenly, he turned around and ran upstairs, leaving the inn clerk with a puzzled look on his face.

As soon as Qingluo got up and put on her coat, she saw the young man running in anxiously, frowning slightly: "What's wrong?"

The young man stood by the door, under Qingluo's gaze, his inexplicably nervous mood gradually calmed down, and he closed the door: "I ordered breakfast, and it will be delivered in a while."

Qingluo nodded faintly, and after a simple wash, the food was served.After the two finished eating, they packed up the calligraphy and painting, and went out to the stall.

On New Year's Eve, the market ushered in the busiest time of the year.Red lanterns were hung in front of every house, showing infinite vitality in the morning sunlight.

As soon as Qingluo and the others finished setting up their calligraphy and painting, they ushered in the first order of the day.The person looking at the painting should be a young lady from a wealthy family, with elegant manners and delicate face, and behind her is a woman dressed as a maid.

She chuckled and asked, "Sir, do you have a picture of the Four Treasures?"

"Yes." Qingluo nodded politely, picked out a few and handed them to her.

The maid took a look at it, and said with a smile: "Mr. is really good at painting." Seeing that the young lady looked satisfied, and her watery eyes looked at the painting seller from time to time, she asked, "Do you have any other paintings of the Four Treasures, sir?"

Qingluo shook her head slightly: "The rest are landscape calligraphy and paintings."

Hearing that the young lady looking at the painting showed a disappointed expression, but soon she smiled softly and said: "I see that the master has superb painting skills and unique insights, which is really rare. Today is my father's birthday, and a banquet for elegant scholars from all over the world, I wonder if you would like to attend? "

The servant girl nodded in agreement.

Before Qingluo could reply, she felt her hand tightening, and looked down, the young man took his hand at some point, looking straight at him with a pair of clear and bright eyes, but her thin lips were tightly pursed into a stubborn smirk. magnitude.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the servant girl thought he was worried, so she added: "My master is kind, as long as he is really knowledgeable, he can find a job as a gentleman in the mansion, or take him in as a student. Opportunities are naturally given to the disciples in the mansion."

Now the hand holding Qingluo tightened again, the boy stopped looking at him, and lowered his head, not knowing what expression to make.Qingluo let him pull her back calmly, raised her eyes to look at them, with a calm expression: "Thank you, miss, but I'm busy with business these days, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the mansion to pay respects to your lord's birthday, please ask the miss to say hello on my behalf."

The woman couldn't hide her disappointment: "Since this is the case, it's not easy to force sir."

The servant girl took out the silver taels: "Then my lady wants your Four Treasures calligraphy and painting."

"Since the girl likes it, give it to the girl."

Pulling his hand harder.

The servant girl smiled and handed over the silver tael and said, "How can this be done?"

The boy raised his head and took the silver with a blank expression.The servant girl didn't notice him before, but now she saw that although he was young, he was really a handsome child.Just as he was about to make some jokes, he met the boy's unfriendly eyes.With such gloomy indifference and undisguised disgust, she couldn't help but froze for a moment, then quickly looked away.

After packing up the scroll, the two prepared to leave.

After walking a few steps, the young lady couldn't help turning her head: "Although the husband is busy with his affairs, the little girl sincerely hopes that the husband can come."

Qingluo didn't reply, but nodded politely.

When the woman was gone, Qingluo rearranged the calligraphy and paintings.

The young man looked up at him with a frustrated expression: "Qingluo, will you go?"

Qingluo looked at his listless appearance, stretched out her hand to stroke his hair, and said lightly: "No."

Hearing what he said, the boy's eyes lit up, and he no longer showed any signs of depression.

A few more customers came and gathered around the booth, and there was a rather prosperous atmosphere of business.

The boy packed the scroll and handed it over to the guest, and took the money.The wind was blowing, bringing a little bit of coolness, he rubbed his hands and continued to choose scrolls for the guests, he was busy for a while.

The scrolls were sold out in the afternoon, Qing Luo took the boy back to the inn and had a rich lunch.

Most likely because they were infected by today's festive atmosphere, both of them are in a good mood.

The teenager couldn't help but yawned after eating, looking a little sleepy.

"Go and rest."

The boy shook his head and smiled: "I'm not tired. I heard that there will be a lantern festival today. Let's go and see it, shall we?"

"it is good."

The two left the inn, followed the flow of people towards the bustling place, without saying a word.

At this time, the merchants have almost retreated, and most of them are people who come out to play.

But the Lantern Festival only starts at night, and there is probably one or two hours left.

Halfway through the walk, Qingluo stopped suddenly, and led him back the same way under the young man's puzzled eyes.

"I have something to do later, you go back to the inn and wait for me."

The boy's forward steps stopped slowly, and Qingluo looked back at him.

"what happened?"

"Today is……"

"Ok?"

The boy suddenly smiled and shook his head, followed Qingluo's footsteps: "I'll wait for you."

However, this wait lasted for two hours, and the lantern festival had already begun.

The boy stood in front of the window of the room, staring straight at the way he came.After looking at it for too long, his eyes felt a little dry and uncomfortable, but he still didn't see that cloudy and clear figure.

He was still standing at the window, the temperature at night was much lower, the cold wind was blowing on his body, and the coolness penetrated into the marrow of his bones.

The young man couldn't help thinking that when they met for the first time, that person appeared like a god and stood beside him.And he, crawling on the ground like an ant.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the passers-by downstairs, his expression blurred under the light.In the distance, the New Year's Eve Lantern Festival is very lively.

After another half an hour, the boy finally moved his body.Looking back at the empty room, I felt cold and walked out.

The lantern festival is more lively than ever.

The young man bypassed the crowd and walked to the lake. Some people lit up lamps and exiled them, while others hugged each other tenderly.

The colorful lanterns rise into the sky to the cheers of the people.The fireworks are lingering, and the lanterns are flying together.

There are various lanterns floating on the lake, carrying people's different wishes and blessings.

The boy got a blue lantern, and the surrounding fireworks were ready to be lit amidst the cheers of the people.The young man seemed to be in another world. He looked down at the lantern, lit it, and then gently let it go, allowing it to fly into the sky.

The lanterns rose, covering the front line of sight.Then at the moment when the fireworks bloomed, it continued to rise and rise, and the sight gradually opened up...

He saw the familiar Su Yi, then the upper body, and finally, the handsome face of the man with a slight smile.

A few meters away, he still heard his voice as cold as jade, yet soft and warm.

"Happy New Year."

For a moment, the restless heart calmed down.

"Happy New Year."

Amidst the splendor, the young man giggled.

Qingluo approached, holding an exquisite box in his hand, and handed it to him under the expectant gaze of the young man.

"what is this?"

Qingluo knelt down and looked at him.

"Happy birthday."

The boy looked at him dumbfounded.

Many people know that the birthday of the head of the Si family is on January [-]th every year.But few people know that his real birthday is New Year's Eve.

In the splendor, the young man carefully traced the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him with his eyes, and then hugged him with his thin body.

He is obviously thin and small, but his strength to hug him is surprisingly big.

Qingluo didn't move, and let him hold her.

After a long time, the young man's hoarse voice rang in his ears: "How do you know?"

Qingluo slightly raised the corners of her mouth, but did not answer.

Back at the inn, the boy couldn't wait to open the box, and there was a warm light blue dress inside.Even if he didn't ask, he knew that the clothes were not cheap.

When he was in a daze, Qingluo had already taken out his clothes, helped him take off his coat and put it on, and suddenly, his body fell into an intoxicating warmth.

The boy looked at him smoothing his sleeves, giggling: "Does it look good?"

Qingluo smiled: "Yes."

The young man in front of him was really good-looking, with high bun, raised eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, even though he was still young, with raised eyebrows and lowered eyes, he could vaguely see the sharpness and profoundness of the future.Now that the brocade clothes are added to the body, it is really lovable.

"Tomorrow, let's go back to South China."

"it is good."

Waking up early in the morning, the boy maintained the good mood of yesterday and prepared dry food for the journey.And Qingluo simply packed her bags and calculated the expenses along the way.

At noon, the two settled the inn room money, sat in the prepared carriage, and headed towards South China.