I am fickle

Song Zhiye came to Fengshan 20 years ago. At that time, he was not a Taoist priest, but he acted dissolutely but had a heart of seclusion.Those who knew him knew that he lay down beside the stream after he was drunk and became a Taoist priest.

No one knows his past, no one knows where he came from and where he is going.

Song Zhiye was as drunk as usual, and staggered into a room where a young man with slender eyebrows and eyes was drinking with one hand and painting with the other.

Song Zhiye's appearance made him a little annoyed, he threw the beautiful paintbrush aside, "Who are you?"

Song Zhiye ignored him, as if he didn't see his existence, and walked straight to the bed.He casually took off his sweaty clothes, and the man looked at him with some amusement.

Suddenly, I thought about it......

The next day, a picture of "Suave Young Master" was hung in the restaurant, and Song Zhiye's eyes widened when he saw the painting.Isn't the romantic young man in that painting exactly him? Song Zhiye gritted his teeth, and the people around him also pointed at him.

Song Zhiye thought that if he saw some little thief painted him, he would have to paint him a big face.

A handsome and cold boy in red came out from the attic, surrounded by praises.

"Song Gongzi's painting is getting better and better."

"Young Master Song, I would like to exchange a thousand pieces of gold for a painting with you."

Song Heyu is a rare genius in Fengshan. He was holding a paintbrush when he was three years old, he was able to draw a top-notch peony when he was four years old, and he was famous all over the city when he was seven years old.

Song Zhiye stared at Song Heyu closely, knowing half of it in his heart, it turned out to be this little boy...

However, someone who didn't know how to live or die gently stroked his sleeves, and sighed in succession: "Mr. Song's painting skills are superb, this is what makes people alive..."

All of a sudden, more eyes were cast on him, and Song Zhiye suddenly became the focus of the restaurant, and more people surrounded him.Song Zhiye had nothing to say to this group of ignorant people, and stared at Song Heyu in the attic with a pair of sharp eyes, Song Heyu smiled faintly.

This smile angered Song Zhiye even more, Song Zhiye pushed everyone away arrogantly, and shouted: "Young Master Song, you don't think your paintings are amazing..."

Song Heyu is the most conceited, he can't tolerate people questioning him, but this face is still calm.But the book boy next to Song Heyu was dissatisfied, and said disdainfully: "I have a mouth, if you have the ability, you can draw one too. I think you can't even mention the pen..."

As soon as the words came out, there was a lot of laughter and noise.

Song Zhiye sneered, "Small tricks."

Song Zhiye took out the paintbrush in his sleeve, and walked slowly towards a relatively flat wall, "Mr. Song, since you have given me such a suave picture, I should also reciprocate, and give you a picture of a beautiful woman's bedroom." Flower diagram."

Song Heyu flicked his sleeves, "Since that's the case, I'll just stand here, and you just face the painting."

Looking at Fengshan, no one can match his paintings, no one.

"I can draw it with just one glance. I don't know, how long have you been staring at me?" There was a bit of ridicule in the words.

Song Heyu watched with disdain for what this disheveled young man could draw, but he could only speak quickly.

Song Zhiye danced wantonly with his hand holding the paintbrush, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.Within a moment, a topless boy was lying on a large piece of red peonies on the paper, with a picture of a beauty reclining on the side, painted by Song Zhiye.

Song Zhiye looked at the portrait with satisfaction: "Well, my painting skills have improved again, and paintings are more beautiful than people."