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"20 years..."

20 years of ups and downs seems to be a long time, and it seems to be only a moment when I recall it. Mr. Xuan Yang looks out of the window, and his eyes seem to be able to directly see the vastness of the world through this small window, and see the changes of the wind and rain in the past 20 years. .

The previous ten or so years were a reflection of his weakness and failure. He thought that his name was "Shoutao" because he was really gifted by heaven. He settled down, knew what cruelty was, and found his way out of such cruelty.

His failure can only be washed away with success, and can only be covered up with success, and only success can save his life.

When he reached the extreme point where he could not win or die, he just turned the lessons of failure into successful experience... Success and fame, how lucky is it compared to those who are shrouded in horse leather?

However, the family is dead, and what really matters in this world never waits.

Turning around, Mr. Xuan Yang looked at Wang Zichu who was drawing on the table with his fingers, as if he was still creating an invisible painting. Where and what kind of words will be heard, such a person has only this infatuation.

"I'm going back to Wang's house this time, and I want to get back what belongs to you for you. Do you know what it is?"

The ups and downs of his mind have calmed down. Mr. Xuan Yang's city has been deep for a long time. Under the turbulent mind of the past, the deep bottom is still calm. What he wants to do, what he wants to do, always will succeed.

"..."

Wang Zichu was silent, but the movement of his fingers stopped. He would never leave half a painting unfinished, but at this moment, he couldn't continue.

The drooping eyelids covered the darkness in his eyes, his fingers retracted slightly, and his nails dug into his palm, as if he was extremely nervous, but his palm was cold without any sweat.

"Do you know what I want you to do?"

The words were still calm, Mr. Xuan Yang didn't seem to care whether he answered or not, the answer was already clear in his heart.

"Revenge for... mother."

Drops of water fall on the surface of the lake, and ripples spread out in circles. If tears flow into the heart, there will be some pain, seemingly forgotten, but it will always come up at some point, making people go back to the past time, looking at that A melancholy woman, her face decayed prematurely, and the light in her eyes was dimmed. The night, as dark as melancholy, enveloped her and the world she saw, and made him see all the things that should be in her eyes. how is it.

Why is this world still alive?

So, she died.

She died without a sound, and finally plunged into the melancholy darkness. All the sorrow and depression that suppressed her mind have since turned into her protection, allowing her to finally raise her eyebrows.

"The thorn is as tough as a prison. If I am imprisoned, if you get out, take a good look at it for me..."

There were no tears, no hope, no light of hope in those eyes, everything turned into that thick blackness, even the whites left in the places where the darkness had never invaded were so desperate.

White is empty, no one can look at it, just like no one can lend a helping hand to them.

White, it's the eyes, everyone's eyes seem to be looking at this place, turning into a bright spot, watching when they die in the darkness.

So, is it really necessary to die?

He still doesn't want to.

"Would you like to?"

The pressing question did not have any seeking tone, like a plain question "Have you eaten", but at this moment, it seemed like Mount Tai was hanging from the top, the dark shadow of the mountain was already on the head, covering the whole body, wishing If you want to live, if you don't want to, just die here.

He can't die.

"……willing."

When Ji Mo came back the next day, he saw Wang Zichu painting. Every time he came, he was painting, which is not unusual, but every time he came, the other party felt it, and would look up, as if looking at a The person who came home said "I'm back", which is considered a good interaction, but at this moment...

The pen is smooth and smooth, and his figure does not shake. Standing in front of the window and painting, Wang Zichu seems to have returned to the immovable mountain when he first met him. He seems to be as cold as an iceberg, and he is not easy to approach. Who knows his character is actually So soft.

The corner of Ji Mo's mouth curled into a smile. If he wanted to comment on "the most heart-warming master", it must be Wang Zichu. Obviously his paintings are depressing, but he is really easy to make people feel warm. It seems that there must be such a paradise in the world, so that everyone can imagine the beautiful scenery and relax their minds.

Without making a sound to interrupt, Ji Mo walked over with light steps. Ji Mo wanted to see what kind of scenery Wang Zichu was painting. From a distance, he could see the thick ink on the paper, which was quite different from his previous brushstrokes. , the previous style of landscape painting, ignoring the depressive effect, can be regarded as a soft and beautiful type, with clear springs and stones flowing upwards, surrounded by water and soft mountains, if there is majestic energy, it is like a waterfall pouring deep into a pool.

Such ones are usually light in color, and the most cloudy and foggy. If it is a scene of a vast and misty fairyland, it should make people feel peaceful, but it should not be too dark, such as the deep night.

Occasionally, there are places where the ink is thick, if it is not for the blooming flowers that look like brocades, it is the deep mountains and forests with many trees.

The heavy ink painting method is not what Wang Zichu likes, there may not be one in ten paintings, maybe only one or two in a hundred paintings.

Rare, it makes people extra curious.

Ji Mo walked to the table, just as Wang Zichu had finished the last stroke, he put down the brush, his body was swaying, Ji Mo stretched out his hand to help him, ignoring the painting, hurriedly helped him to sit aside, and asked : "But tired after standing for a long time?"

With a sweep of his eyes, the table on the bed was not there, and Ji Mo frowned slightly. Wang Zichu sat on the side of the bed, patted his arm to show that he was fine, and said, "It's all put away, and I'm leaving tomorrow. I thought you It won't come today."

Mr. Xuan Yang didn't make a sound before, but when he said he was going to leave, he just packed it up on the same day and could leave the next day. Now that he has set aside a day, he just wants to go with the Ji family.

Wang Zichu's words obviously got the news.

After Ji Mo bid farewell to Mr. Xuan Yang yesterday, he didn't come back to tell Wang Zichu the result. Judging from his tone now, he knew that they were going to be together again.

"I was going to tell you yesterday that Mr. Xuan Yang thought I was long-winded and drove me away."

Mr. Xuan Yang seemed to think that Ji Mo had no masculinity at that time, and his mother-in-law's eyes hurt his eyes.

Ji Mo still thinks of the other party's way of rushing people away, and he still thinks it is a bit funny. He looks like a fairy, but he is actually a fiery temper, but it is not incomprehensible when he thinks about it. Life in the army is rough. I am afraid that the treatment of a military advisor will not be that of a delicate and elegant fairy boy. Thinking about it, some filters can be removed, thinking that their true temperament should be straightforward.

After explaining, seeing that Wang Zichu didn't mean to blame him, Ji Mo stopped talking about it, and put a pillow behind him to see him sit comfortably, then went to the table to look at his new paintings.

At first glance, it looks like a sudden change in the style of the painting. It is a perspective of looking up at the trees. There are many trees that are inclined for no reason, and the branches are stretched and intertwined. Because of this rare angle of inclination, it looks like the slope of the mountain, which is particularly oppressive.

The lake in the forest is quiet, reflecting the shadows of the trees, it is also dense, but the angle is a little more stable, but it is like a trap that has been opened and waiting, waiting for the snare person to throw himself into it, an irresistible attack The air of despair spreads.

Originally, Wang Zichu's paintings have a strong depressive effect, whether he is painting a calm scene or a beautiful scene, they are all equally depressing, but the depressive effect brought by the painting of this scene brings a sense of depression and suffocation , and even worse.

At some point, Ji Mo held his breath, suppressed himself until his face turned red, was pulled by Wang Zichu's hand, and his eyes were deflected, before he exhaled that breath, letting his chest feel free, but his body There is also a bit of softness.

"Master, this painting is amazing again, it's really good!"

[Main task: Painter. 】

[Current task: professional knowledge learning - (47/100)]

The sudden increase in professional knowledge points is enough to show the sincerity of Ji Mo's praise.

It's a pity that he is not good at talking, the same compliments are said every day, the repetition is insipid, it sounds like a perfunctory "OK, OK", but fortunately Wang Zichu is on board, every time I hear it, it seems like the first time. Hearing that once, would return him a small smile.

This time, it was the same, except that the smile was extraordinarily forced, and disappeared in an instant.

The lip line that was straightened quickly seemed to be downward, and the light in the eyes was not so happy. How could it be like this after a day?

"Master, don't you want to go to Kyoto?"

Ji Mo thought of Mr. Xuan Yang's words, and it's right not to like it. This kind of thing like fighting for property should not be liked by Wang Zichu, who can't handle ordinary affairs. He is the kind of little fairy boy in the sky. As long as Ri paints, he will be very happy. He doesn't want to do anything else at all, and he doesn't think about how much money it takes to support painting, because he never picks on the quality of the brush and ink.

In this regard, this master, obviously a son of the gentry who should enjoy the respect and authority in this world, does not have the kind of pampered temperament that can be said to be very unique.

When learning to tie paper, you have to choose the material for the paint and the method for the paper. When it comes to learning painting, just paint, don’t even need to think about the soil. You can paint on fine paper, and you can also paint on rough paper. Painting, even ink stained paper, also has ink staining method. You don’t even need to pick the ink. Fragrant ink or any ink is black. If it is not fine enough, you can grind it yourself. Less, how long to grind matter.

Even if you don’t have any of the above, just take a branch and draw a picture on the sandy ground, that’s enough.

It seems that ninety-nine and eighty-one disasters have passed, even if you haven't seen the Buddha, just stepping into the land and touching the sand on the ground, your wish has been fulfilled, and you are content with blessings.

A high-end and high-grade painter is not as fluffy as a medicine planter. He is so approachable, as if the difficulty of learning has been reduced, but on the other hand, his artistic conception is elevated...Ji Mo suddenly seemed to think of something, balance, is a kind of balance?One party gains, the other party must lose, the same "teacher", different skills seem to be incomparable, but some things, things in the skills can still make a difference.

One hundred percent is also different from one hundred percent. Who knows if there are additional points in the other one hundredth, and sometimes the data cannot be fully believed.