Tofu Dongshi

Dou Jiafu left Zhen's mansion through the side door without any hindrance.

His current status is quite subtle, Young Master Zhen sees his unusualness in everyone's eyes, but there is no clear statement yet, and Qin's "care" intentionally or unintentionally, people will respectfully greet him when they see him, The guards would also let him go without hesitation, almost treating him like a half-master on the surface, but that's all.If he goes out, no one will run errands to please him, nor will he ask him where he is going and when he will be back, and let him come and go as he pleases.

With Dou Jiafu's scheming, he didn't feel that there was any problem in it, on the contrary, he felt very comfortable.

After walking a few steps outside the door, he glanced at the front corner and saw someone sneaking his head and looking towards the side door.He was about to take another look, but the man turned around and quickly dodged into the alley next to him.

The man was wearing a hat with a wide brim, his face could not be seen clearly, and his figure was very slender.

Dou Jiafu always felt that figure looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.

He couldn't help walking a few steps quickly to the corner, but the alley was empty, not even a ghost.

Maybe it was because I was dazzled just now, or I misremembered.He shook his head and continued on his way.

Dou Jiafu on Wenlan Street in Ningcheng once followed Zhen Zhigong to listen to an opera in a theater called Yangchunfang.

In addition to the theater, there are also the city's most influential and largest poetry clubs, calligraphy and painting studios, Jinshi shops and academies on Wenlan Street. Most of the literati in Ningcheng also invite friends and companions to stay here for a long time. The street is also known as a scholarly street.

It took more than half an hour to walk from Zhen's Mansion to reach Wenlan Street. Because Zhen Zhimin blocked it for a while, Dou Jiafu found the Ruyi Hall located in the most secluded part of Wenlan Street. It happened to be You hour.

He hurriedly raised his feet and was about to go in, but was stopped by a thin man in a maroon silk shirt at the door, who glanced at him casually and said proudly: "Please show the token of the hall."

Although Dou Jiafu was brand new and well dressed, firstly he had no servants to follow him, and secondly his demeanor was mediocre, neither like a literati nor like a distinguished guest, so that man looked down on him a bit.

Dou Jiafu was puzzled, "Treasure? What token?"

The man said impatiently: "This hall is not open to the public, and you can't enter without a token!"

Dou Jiafu thought to himself, is Brother Song's letter a token?But before he went out, he put it in his room and didn't bring it out, so he said anxiously: "Song Zhi asked me to come!"

As soon as the man heard the name, his attitude changed drastically, and he said with a smile, "Your Excellency, are you Mr. Dou?"

Dou Jiafu replied: "Yes."

The man hurriedly opened the door, nodded and bowed his head and said, "Young Master Dou, I'm sorry, I don't know Taishan! My master has been waiting inside for a while, Young Master Dou, please follow me!"

It turns out that Song Zhi is the owner of this place, really amazing.Dou Jiafu sighed while following the man who claimed to be Qiao Ziyi into Ruyi Hall.

If the garden of Zhen's Mansion shows the luxurious atmosphere of the richest man in the city, the Ruyi Hall shows the elegant taste everywhere, the winding paths inside are secluded and unique, even if it is a potted flower, the stacking of two stones looks very particular , not to mention the well-framed paintings and calligraphy hanging everywhere.

The hall was quiet and silent, and there was no one in sight, as if it was another clean world isolated from the world of mortals.

Even though he has stayed in such wealthy places as Zhen's Mansion for a long time, Dou Jiafu is still rather cramped in Ruyi Hall. He just feels that he is a bit out of place with the surrounding environment, and his every move is too rough and casual, which will destroy the quiet and elegant place, as if it is not stained with dust. atmosphere.

After several twists and turns, the man stopped outside an elegant house built of bamboo and wood, and said to Dou Jiafu, "Mr. Song is inside, Mr. Dou, please come in."

Dou Jiafu walked up the wooden steps, feeling both fresh and nervous.

The bamboo door of Yashe is half open, and there is a person inside who is writing and walking around the dragon, painting with pride.

The man was dressed in white clothes that were more snowy, with elegant eyebrows, and his brush strokes were like flowing clouds and flowing water, freely and freely.The wind blew through the bamboo window, lifting his slender and large sleeves, lightly like a fairy flying in the clouds who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Dou Jiafu stood at the door with straight eyes, not even daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing the painters in the room.

After a long time, the man turned his wrist and put away the pen very gracefully. After heaving a sigh of relief, he put the pen into the brush washer. When he looked up and saw the person standing there for a long time at the door, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, "Little Tofu, how long have you been here? Why don't you say hello to me?"

Dou Jiafu said embarrassingly: "I've only been here for a while, Brother Song, you are painting, I dare not disturb you."

Song Zhi smiled slightly, and looked him over carefully from head to toe again, a stream of light flashed in his eyes, he nodded and said: "Yes, this color suits you very well, it makes you fresh as willow skin and white as jade, Brother Song can hardly recognize you .”

Dou Jiafu: "..."

In fact, since he came to Zhen's house, he has worn all the shades of green specially designated by someone, even when he met Song Zhi at the tea house that day.It's just that at that time, he ran and rolled on the mountain top that had been burned for most of the night, so that his whole body was a mess of black and gray, and he couldn't see his true colors even in his good clothes, and even his ordinary facial features were even more inconspicuous.

Today was different, before going out, he took a shower and changed clothes, and looked in the mirror, knowing that his appearance was clean and tidy, which was pleasing to the eye, but no matter what, he couldn't bear Song Zhi's compliment.

So far, only one person has said something similar to making fun of him, but this person has an "extraordinary" relationship with him, and he gets used to listening to it.Now it's Song Zhilai who has been acquainted for a long time, although the other party's expression is radiant and not at all serious, it still makes him a little uncomfortable, his face is red, his ears are hot, his tongue is tongue-tied and he doesn't know how to respond.

After a long while, he finally asked, "Brother Song, um, you, is your foot okay?"

Song Zhi laughed out loud at his embarrassment, and stopped laughing after a while and said, "It's already done, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to come. By the way, how is the young master of the Zhen family?"

Dou Jiafu said dejectedly: "He's fine, he was just fainted by the smoke that day. However, the loss of the tea house was serious, and many people were burned. He has been busy there these days and has no time to go home. Alas, then The heart of the person who set the fire is so vicious."

Song Zhimo was silent for a while, and then said: "Everyone has a time when they have to. Little Doufu, Young Master Zhen is a busy person, so let him do his work. If you get tired of staying at his house, you can come anytime. Ruyi Hall is looking for Big Brother Song."

Dou Jiafu said gratefully: "Brother Song, thank you."

Song Zhi waved at him, "Little Doufu, come here and see how Big Brother Song draws."

Dou Jiafu went to the table and stood side by side with him according to his words, only then did he see clearly that what he had painted earlier was a landscape scroll, with mountains like black jade and rivers of jade, and beside it was a poem inscribed, flying like dragons and phoenixes.The whole picture looks elegant and elegant, refreshing.

He didn't have much appreciation level, and he didn't really understand what was written in that poem. He just thought that the poem and painting looked very pleasing to the eye, so he sincerely praised: "Brother Song is really amazing, so you are a great painter."

The corners of Song Zhi's lips rose, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his head, "Little Tofu, you can really talk. Once you come, brother's mood will be much better."

Dou Jiafu said seriously: "Brother Song is the one who draws well, I'm just telling the truth."

Song Zhi smiled and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you today."

Although he said this a few days ago, when he mentioned it after watching him paint with his own eyes, the impact on Dou Jiafu was even greater, and he said in fear and fear: "This, will it be too much trouble for Brother Song? I, I can't even write a few words."

Song Zhi didn't take it seriously, "What's the trouble, as long as you are willing to learn, big brother will definitely accompany you."

Dou Jiafu nodded again and again, "Yes! I am willing!"

Song Zhi chuckled, half-truthfully said: "You promise so quickly, trust people so easily, aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?"

Dou Jiafu also laughed, "Brother Song really knows how to joke, and I'm worthless, so what's the use of selling me."

Song Zhi just smiled and said nothing, then put the landscape scroll with dried ink aside, took another piece of jade rice paper from the cabinet and spread it on the table, and took a tube of Langhao from the pen stand, and put it in the inkstone. Dip the ink and hand it to his hand, "Come on, let's start."

Dou Jiafu took the pen, his fingers were as stiff as grabbing a knife.He had never held such a beautiful pen so seriously in his life. It turned out that when his parents were still alive and opened the tofu workshop, they used a bald pen to keep accounts casually.

Nervously shaking his hand, a drop of thick black ink dripped from the end of the pen, and a "pop" sound made a black spot the size of a finger on the paper.

He panicked all of a sudden, and stammered: "Song, Brother Song, yes, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." Song Zhihun said indifferently, "This ink spot is so round, it can be used. Come, let me teach you."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to hold Dou Jiafu's right hand holding the pen, and led him to paint and paint based on the ink spot.

The two were very close at this time, Song Zhi was standing behind Dou Jiafu holding his hand, almost half hugging him, his lips were only two inches away from his cheek, and the breath he exhaled sprayed directly on his neck.

Dou Jiafu was a little flattered, but also felt that the posture of the two of them was very awkward. He had only been so close to someone in his life.But Song Zhi didn't think he didn't have the slightest foundation, so he tried his best to teach him how to paint, how could he refuse such a good intention, so he let him paint by himself without saying a word.

It's just that he was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and he didn't even notice what he was drawing.