Living and working in peace and contentment through the past and the present

Two days later, An Zhuo took Ruan Li to the county again to prepare all the materials for making fans, and Ruan Li officially started the business of selling folding fans.

It's late autumn, and the red maples on Fenglin Mountain are all red. It's the most beautiful season for red maples. There are more tourists who come to enjoy the maple and climb the mountain than usual. Ruan Li doesn't make many fans every day. An Zhuo helps At most a dozen fans are produced every day.After half a month, Ruan Li's fans were selling very well, almost sold out every day, sometimes not enough.

Ruan Li wanted to stay up all night to make two more, but An Zhuo refused to let him. He believed that the body was more important than money, and Ruan Li looked at An Zhuo's reluctance, so he let go of this thought.Just relying on the fan to earn more than 300 yuan a day, the money earned in half a month is more than a month in the past, and he is still very satisfied. Naturally, the money is in An Zhuo's hands.He asked An Zhuo to keep it because he didn't know how to manage money, but An Zhuo had no choice but to accept it.

Ruan Li has thought about other ways to make money these days, thinking that painting is what he is best at, and now that he has some spare money, he can buy some expensive painting materials, so he wants to paint some paintings and sell them on the stalls together with fans .He told An Zhuo about this idea, An Zhuo thought about it, and with Ruan Li's painting level, it would not be difficult to sell, so he agreed.

On this day, An Zhuo sorted out the goods, saw that more than half of the goods had been sold, and planned to buy some more.Ruan Li also went to buy materials for painting, and the two went to the county together again.

I bought everything that should be bought, and arrived at home at night again.Ruan Li hadn't really painted a picture for a long time, except for painting on the fan these days. His hands were itchy for a long time. As soon as he got home, he spread out the rice paper, arranged the big and small pens, and mixed the ink. Can't wait to paint.When he was thinking of drawing something, when he noticed the painting hanging on the wall in Enzhuo's house, he thought, first draw a picture and replace the printed picture.

Ruan Li paints, An Zhuo cooks, and when An Zhuo's meal is ready, Ruan Li's painting is more than half finished. An Zhuo quietly stands beside Ruan Li and watches without making a sound.He knew that if he disturbed Ruan Li, the painting would be invalidated.The focus of freehand painting is to complete it in one go. If it is interrupted in the middle, it will be impossible to continue the painting. Even if you continue to paint, it will still be a useless painting.After all, the mood is different, and the meaning expressed by writing will be different.

After waiting for another hour, Ruan Li finished the painting. An Zhuo watched him put down the pen and asked, "Is the painting finished?"

"The painting is finished. When it dries, I'll frame it and hang it on the wall of our house." Ruan Li rubbed her sore arms and said to An Zhuo with a smile.

An Zhuo stepped forward and pushed Ruan Li on the stool to help Ruan Li squeeze his shoulders. Ruan Li smiled at An Zhuo and let An Zhuo massage him. An Zhuo looked at the painting and praised, "The painting is really good. Changed the middle hall painting? But there is a couplet next to it.” The middle hall painting is the painting directly opposite the door of the main room.

"I'll just write another copy. Although my calligraphy is not as good as Long Mufan's, it's still good enough."

"Long Mufan?"

"The calligrapher who is as famous as me, his calligraphy is unique, and no one in the world can match it." Ruan Li felt that the acidity of his arms had decreased a lot, so he stopped An Zhuo from kneading, and he put his hand on An Zhuo's hand Said, "Okay, it's not sour anymore, I'll write the couplet again."

"Let's eat first." An Zhuo withdrew his hand to stop Ruan Li from getting tired. "are you not hungry?"

Ruan Li rubbed her screaming stomach and said with a smile, "I'm really hungry."

An Zhuo went to the kitchen to bring the food to the main room. Ruan Li put away the painting utensils on the table and put them on the table. After eating, An Zhuo cleaned up the dishes, and Ruan Li brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and spread the paper Write couplets.

Although Ruan Li is not famous for his calligraphy, calligraphy and painting are all combined together. An inscription is indispensable on a painting. If the calligraphy is poor, the inscription on it will destroy a painting. Not as good as Long Mufan, but not worse than the others.Calligraphy also has to be done in one go, writing like flowing clouds and flowing water. After thinking about it in his heart, Ruan Li picked up the pen and wrote, and naturally it was done in one go. After the couplet was finished, he wrote a horizontal comment.

At this time, An Zhuo had already packed up the kitchen and came to the main room. Seeing Ruan Li's handwriting, he admired Ruan Li's handwriting again. He thought to himself, it really came from ancient times, and the handwriting was so tasteful.Staring at the words carefully, An Zhuo praised again, "It was written so quickly."

"Well, it's done in one go, or all previous efforts will be wasted." An Zhuo put down his pen, turned to look at An Zhuo, and asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied?"

"Extremely satisfied."

"Then let's put them on."

Ruan Li framed the painting first, then worked with An Zhuo to hang it up, and then replaced the couplets.The old paintings were replaced with new ones, immediately adding a lot of color to the simple main room.An Zhuo sat in front of the painting and looked at it with satisfaction. The more he looked, the more beautiful the painting became. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that the water in the painting was flowing.

Unable to resist raising his hand to touch it, An Zhuo exclaimed, "It really looks like it's alive."

Ruan Li stood beside An Zhuo, heard what An Zhuo said, and said with a smile, "How can I be so exaggerated, if it is really alive, I won't be Ma Liang? I just draw more vividly than others."

"I'm just making a metaphor."

"Okay, I've been tired all day, let's wash up and sleep."

"Ah."

On the second day, Ruan Li did not go to set up a stall with An Zhuo. He stayed at home to paint. He did not paint a large scroll, but a small painting. He carefully considered that tourists buy things for souvenirs or to buy There are not many people who really understand painting, and the price of large-scale paintings is not easy to sell, and it is easier to sell small paintings.

Ruan Li spent most of the day painting five small paintings and framing them. In the rest of the time, he made a few more fans. After he was done, An Zhuo also returned home. Ruan Li showed the paintings to An Zhuo. An Zhuo Checked it out, loved it.

"Ruan Li, your paintings are very good, they must sell well." An Zhuo seemed to see a lot of banknotes flying into his pocket, uh... although he temporarily kept them for Ruan Li.

Ruan Li looked at An Zhuo's bright eyes, his eyes were soft, he smiled and asked An Zhuo, "The material cost of a painting is about ten yuan, how much do you agree to sell it for?"

"Well... 50 yuan, the painting is so good, someone should buy it for 50 yuan." An Zhuo thought about it and said a price.

"Okay, I'll sell the paintings on the stall tomorrow." Ruan Li didn't tell An Zhuo that in the Song Dynasty, his paintings were hard to find, and even those who had money couldn't buy them, because he seldom painted landscapes , Flowers and birds, fish and insects, etc., he often draws pictures of beauties and ladies, and these pictures are difficult to be elegant.

In modern times, for the sake of making a living, he doesn't care about using his talents to make money. On the contrary, he is very grateful that his skills can support him. He thinks, if his father who scolds him every day knows that he can make money I'm afraid my father would wake up laughing from his dream.

Thinking of his father, he sighed faintly. It has been two months now, and he misses his parents who doted on him very much. He doesn't know if his parents will collapse when they learn that he is missing or may die. In the past, he was always a playboy, he often made his parents angry, and he didn't even show any filial piety, but in the future, he might never have another chance.

"what happened?"

"A little homesick."

"Did you miss your parents?"

"Well, I don't know how the two elders are now. When I was here, they kept scolding me for not being up to date, but I know they have always spoiled me. Under my father's strict requirements, the elder brothers in front of me either went into business or went into official career. All of them are big figures who influence one side, only me, father and mother can't bear to force me to choose my own path." This is the first time Ruan Li has talked about his family's affairs so carefully.

An Zhuo listened quietly, and finally understood Ruan Li's attitude at the beginning. In such a family, it is strange that the youngest child is not spoiled, "You are not bad, didn't you say that you are a saint of painting? It’s a person who influences one side.”

"After all, there is only some false fame. No matter how good the painting is, it will only be praised by those arty people." Ruan Li smiled a little lonely. He does have the name of a saint of painting, but how many people really appreciate his paintings?Those who competed for his paintings were just showing off, and this was why he didn't want to paint more of them.

As if feeling Ruan Li's depression, An Zhuo stepped forward and hugged Ruan Li to comfort him, "Don't think about it, maybe one day you will go back again, and then you will spend more time with your parents and do your best to be filial."

"Do you miss your parents?"

"I'm thinking about it, but their appearance is becoming more and more blurred in my mind. After all, it's been too long..." Thinking of his parents who have passed away, An Zhuo lowered his eyes. A layer of loneliness and sadness, he was the only one in the cold home for the past four years, he couldn't feel any warmth, and he was only 15 years old when his parents left him...

Ruan Li felt An Zhuo's loneliness and regretted that he should not mention his parents. He stroked An Zhuo's hair and comforted him like a big brother, "I will always be with you."

An Zhuo didn't speak, feeling the warmth under Ruan Li's palm, he knew in his heart that Ruan Li would not stay with him all the time, and one day he would leave...