Reborn with you

The second day was not the opening day of the market in Japan, so when Shan Qiang went there, there were not many people in the market, only a dozen or so small stalls were scattered scattered in the huge venue.

These small business people are familiar with each other. I saw Shan Qiang as a child, and I didn't see any adults around. stand up.Shan Qiang usually only comes to set up a stall on the opening day of the market, and would not see him at ordinary times. Aunt Wang, who sells straw sandals next to her, shouted in her loud voice, "Qiangba, why are you here today?"

Shan Qiang was busy arranging the wood carvings, when she heard Mrs. Wang asking him, she stopped what she was doing, raised her head and smiled and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Wang, yesterday a grandpa asked me to help him draw a picture, so today I have to Here we go again."

Aunt Wang liked this steady child very much. She knew at such a young age that she wanted to take care of her family. With such a good child, I don't know how many girls will be attracted to him when he grows up. "It looks like this, Qiangwazi, have you eaten yet?"

Before Shan Qiang came, she had already had breakfast at home, and she grinned at Aunt Wang and said, "Have you eaten, how about you, Aunt Wang?" For these warm-hearted Sichuan people, Shan Qiang liked these warm-hearted Sichuanese from the bottom of her heart, although sometimes she looked at the quiet women Shan Qiang would be frightened by the non-repetitive swear words on the street, or occasionally have some bad habits of taking advantage and being cautious, but these people are undoubtedly enthusiastic and cheerful, and even swearing on the street is full of love for life. Shan Qiang felt that such a lively personality was also tainted in her body.

There will be no business for the next period of time, which is expected by Shan Qiang. When he has nothing to do, he uses the pen and ink he brought to practice on a piece of paper that has already been written, and the fresh ink covers the dried up paper. The ink mark fills the gap left on the paper.There were not many people, and Aunt Wang and the others helped to look at the things on the stall, so Shan Qiang devoted his attention to writing, even Ye Shilan stood beside him with a happy child watching him write without noticing.

Ye Shilan on the side was extremely surprised, the child's writing posture was very standard and beautiful, there was no pause between writing and writing, and the writing was as smooth as flowing water.Across the small stall, Ye Shilan could vaguely see that the newly written characters were in the same style as the characters she saw yesterday.Ye Shilan couldn't help scrutinizing the child in front of her. The child was a head taller than Yi Shui. He was wearing the gown that children from ordinary families often wear on his upper body. His lower body was also cotton trousers. Cloth shoes with layered soles.Such a child who can be seen everywhere can write that good handwriting. If there is any difference, it is the pair of eyes. The eyes that Ye Shilan saw yesterday were calm and clear. At this time, the child's eyes are focused on writing. , There is a kind of expression more than yesterday, it seems that the child is very confident.

Ye Shilan lowered her head and saw her little apprentice staring eagerly at those beautiful gadgets, she felt guilty, how could there be such a big gap between similar ages.Chen Yishui didn't feel at all that he was rejected by his master at the moment, his mind was completely attracted by the various wood carvings on the stall.The small screen that the master brought back yesterday was so beautiful and delicate that he couldn't put it down.Who would there be so many things as beautiful as that screen here? Yi Shui's childish nature, how can he notice that there are calligraphy and paintings beside him.

Aunt Wang sold a pair of straw sandals, she took the money with a smile and saw Long Beard standing in front of Qiangwa's stall with a child, she reminded Shan Qiang loudly: "Qiangwa, someone is buying something."

Shan Qiang finished writing the last word, and said slowly: "Oh, thank you, Aunt Wang." Aunt Wang waved her hand and said, "It's a small matter."

Shan Qiang put away her pen and ink, looked at the guest, and realized that this was the bearded old man from yesterday? "Grandpa, can you show me the painting?"

Chen Yishui heard a boy talking to his master, and temporarily turned his eyes away from the wood carvings to look at the boy who was talking.After all, Chen Yishui came from a scholarly family. The first thing he noticed was the pen, ink, paper and inkstone beside him. Chen Yishui was very proud of this, and felt a little inferior to his peers, so he realized that this boy He also curled his lips while practicing calligraphy.When Shan Qiang took the picture scroll handed over by Ye Shilan, she noticed the child's disdain, and didn't understand why the child was unhappy, but this beautifully framed picture scroll was much more important than a child she didn't know lost her temper, so Shan Qiang attention was immediately diverted.When Chen Yishui curled his lips, he saw a pair of quiet dark eyes sweeping across his face. For some reason, Chen Yishui's face was a little hot.But the owner of those eyes never noticed him again, just staring at the painting brought by the master, which made him feel a little unhappy.

Shan Qiang carefully unfolded the scroll that Ye Shilan had brought, but after a cursory look at it, she was taken aback, checked it carefully, and looked at Ye Shilan with a strange expression. "How about it, kid, can you draw a picture of it?" Ye Shilan stroked her beard proudly. He came here to make trouble today.

"Excuse me, is this painting an authentic one?" Shan Qiang couldn't believe that it was possible for her to see the very few authentic works of Ye Shilan preserved in later generations.

"Of course it's true." This painting was painted by myself, how could it be fake?No, what does this child mean? Has he seen this painting elsewhere? "What? Have you seen this painting?"

Shan Qiang looked at the painting obsessively, shaking her head. "No, is the artist of this painting Ye Shilan?"

Ye Shilan nodded and admitted, she was puzzled, she had never seen this painting before, and she could recognize it as her own painting, so could this kid be familiar with or have studied her own style?

Shan Qiang liked to imitate famous paintings in his previous life, and he was lucky enough to paint Ye Shilan's work once, but Ye Shilan's style is unique and beautiful, and Shan Qiang tried his best to draw similar shapes, but the charm was not quite there.To have another chance today, Shan Qiang sighed in his heart that there is no good environment and good mood, and said to the smiling old man: "Grandpa, imitating Ye Shilan's paintings is still not easy for me, so I finally came out. works may only reach the degree of similarity, so do you want it?"

Ye Shilan felt that this kid gave him too much surprise today, and wanted to see how far this kid could do, so she nodded with a smile: "It's okay, you can draw."

Chen Yishui didn't know that Shan Qiang's ability to see the source of this painting at a glance was a very remarkable thing for a child, and he was still angry at Shan Qiang's neglect of him. Watching Shan Qiang rubbing ink, laying paper and picking up a brush to paint, The disdain maintained at the corners of his mouth gradually disappeared, and Shan Qiang's concentrated expression while painting made him stunned. This boy obviously doesn't look good, but he didn't expect to be pleasing to the eye when painting.

It takes a long time for a painting, Ye Shilan was not in a hurry, she borrowed a small stool from Aunt Wang next to her and sat aside to watch Shan Qiang's painting. As for Chen Yishui, it never occurred to her to pester his master to play , only concentrated on watching this boy who was about the same age as him paint.Looking at the works slowly completed by Shan Qiang, Chen Yishui felt unconvinced. He is also a leader in these aspects. The master once took one of his paintings and asked him to follow the painting, just like today, But in the end, the master took his painting and criticized his painting as worthless. Let's see what evaluation this boy can get from the master today.

Shan Qiang didn't have Ye Shilan's seal, so he just finished writing the inscription on the painting. When finishing the last stroke, Shan Qiang let out a long sigh of relief. When he painted this painting, he held a deep breath in his chest. It's so rare today. If you don't draw well, who knows when the next time will be?

Ye Shilan watched the completion of this painting from the sidelines, and she had already put away her jokes. This child is really surprising. Although this imitation is not as good as the works of those who specialize in fake paintings, it can It is also a rare painting.The shape seems to have been achieved, and the charm is a bit short, but I can also see the shadow of my own painting.Ye Shilan looked at the smiling boy with a complicated expression, this boy is not simple.

Chen Yishui looked at the finished work, although he was still unconvinced, but he had to say that it was better than his own work, just better.