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Qiu Ying...who is it?

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"Wen has seen quite a few outstanding painters before, so I dare to say, brother Qiu, your painting talent is really rare, and being a small painter would be too much of a talent!"

"Brother Shizhou is the number one master in modern times. How dare we compare it with him, but brother Shizhou, if you don't mention poetry in your painting, what is missing?"

"Brother Shizhou, your word is... like a dog crawling, it is unsightly!"

"The poems are also written like chewing wax and hard to swallow. Alas... yes, brother Shizhou was born in a poor family after all, and he didn't study much, so it's understandable..."

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The candle was flickering, and the green light enveloped the young man on the bed in layers. He frowned and trembled all over, as if he was unwilling to break free from the boundless fog.

Zhang Rui walked over tremblingly, observed for a while, and confirmed that he was an ordinary person. He became bolder in an instant, and slapped Qiu Ying's face with a slap: "Little bastard, wake me up! Do you hear me!"

The person on the bed was motionless.

Chu Rui glanced at the furnishings in the house, remembered what Qiu Ying said, and searched through the walls and cabinets in the house.

Luo Li asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for paintings," opened the bottom cabinet, "I found it!"

Chu Rui threw the painting on the ground, picked up the candle in the candlestick, glanced at Qiu Ying who was about to wake up, and lit the painting on the ground.

Sparks burned irresistibly and instantly throughout every painting, and at this point, the person on the bed finally moved.

"My painting..." Qiu Ying woke up dazedly in the firelight, stunned by the picture in front of him, he rushed forward, knelt in front of the fire and went mad, "My painting! My painting!"

"Qiu Ying!" Chu Rui pulled up his collar, "Qiu Ying, look at me!"

Qiu Ying muttered to herself in bewilderment, "Are you calling me?"

His voice and expression suddenly became old. Under the gaze of the three of them, in the firelight, the young man's hair turned white instantly, his hair was disheveled, his face and body were getting old.

Luo Li and Zhang Rui were shocked.

"You're not dead, you hid in the painting, do you remember?" Chu Rui's voice softened, and she asked him softly.

Qiu Ying trembled and spoke incoherently: "I... I am Qiu Ying, yes... I am Qiu Ying, Qiu Ying is me."

In the midst of lightning and thunder, all the monsters outside the house disappeared while they were still attacking fiercely. Shang Zhongli put away his rapier, knowing that it was done.

When the fire was extinguished, Qiu Ying shed tears.

Chu Rui comforted him: "Many years have passed, and the painters of the Wu family are no longer alive."

Qiu Ying turned to look at him: "He is no longer in this world... oh... It seems that many years have passed..."

"A cheap man is always a cheap man, with a sweet mouth and a sword, clinging to the powerful, just wait! How can a person like him remember Mr. Zhou when he is famous!"

In Qiu Ying's revolving lantern, the air is turbid, and the faces of all the people in the atrium are turbid. If you follow his gaze, only the landscapes and his paintings are full of brilliance and vitality. .

"Qiu Ying is a grassroots child from a poor family, but he is obsessed with painting." Chu Rui and the other four stood on the edge of the corridor, looking at the awkward and out-of-fit Qiu Ying in the painting bureau organized by the literati. , he is different from the people present, like a random intruder, he pretends to be calm and doesn't care.

Chu Rui: "Except for him in the four families of the Ming Dynasty, or the famous painters at that time were basically literati painters, with the status of literati, only he never wrote poems in his paintings, and he did not regard himself as a literati."

The old man stroked his beard and praised Qiu Ying's paintings: "Both the refined and the vulgar, the spirit is high, good painting, good painting!"

"Qiu Ying's paintings have already sold for 3000 taels, tsk tsk tsk, who would want to buy one back with rich people?"

The elderly Qiu Ying was sitting by the pond fishing alone. He hadn’t had any friends to see him for a long time. He was obsessed with painting, and he had few friends. Most of the people who came to the door every day came to ask for paintings. People lived deep in the mountains.

After fishing for a whole day without seeing the shadow of the fish, Qiu Ying sighed and went home with the fish basket thing in mind.

The room was quite deserted, Qiu Ying rubbed his hands, maybe he caught cold while fishing, his body was so cold, he lit a candle, he sat in the room for a long time without moving.

Chu Rui: "At that time, literati and officials boasted aloofly. Although Qiu Ying's paintings were sought after by people, literati praised his painters, and painters praised the literati atmosphere in his paintings, but I am afraid that no one recognized him from the bottom of their hearts... He is sure, he can see it too!"

Luo Li looked at Qiu Ying, who was aged in Qinghuang, and sighed: "The heart of jealousy has really existed since ancient times."

Chu Rui: "In the fourth family of Ming Dynasty, only Qiu Ying didn't even have a tomb after his death. No one even knew when he died, as if he disappeared out of thin air. The superficial friends of the past, those literati and poets, didn't even have a condolence essay. Nothing was written for him."

Luo Li asked him puzzled: "He has painted so many paintings, why is it the Spring Dawn of the Han Palace?"

The candle burned out, and Qiu Ying, who had been sitting in the room for a long time, finally moved. His face was hot, he stared at the candlestick, and made a candle-like gesture towards the candlestick with empty hands, as if his mind was burned out.

Unexpectedly, flames burst out from the candlestick suddenly, which actually made him ignite it, but the room was filled with a strange green light.

Qiu Ying faltered, rummaged through the cabinet with clumsy movements, then walked to the bed and spread it out. Qiu Ying stared blankly, laughed when she saw it, laughed and cried again.

The green light flickered and swayed, and not long after, Qiu Ying turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated slowly onto the bed. On the originally empty bed, a painting appeared.

It is a picture of spring dawn in the Han Palace.

Chu Rui and the others looked at each other, and Chu Rui seemed to understand a little bit. From the very beginning, they were not in the painting, but in Qiu Ying's consciousness. When he is awake, his longing for beauty gives the whole world the strength to maintain the beauty on the surface. When he is asleep, the dark side of his heart is naturally invisible.

"Maybe it's because although the painting of Spring Dawn in the Han Palace is peaceful and romantic, it actually tells about a group of caged sparrows trapped in the Han Palace. They are not favored by the emperor and can only be resentful for the rest of their lives. The person in the painting uses a beautiful skin to cover up the depression in the heart, maybe Qiu Ying poured into her heart when painting this painting!" Chu Rui remembered what Dian Cui said, at this time, there is no In the fairyland of bliss, behind the bliss is misery!

From a poor family, Qiu Yingneng was finally called the Four Wu Schools by the people at that time. One can imagine the hardship and tenacity it took for his superb painting skills.

But the stronger a person is, the darker the seeds of darkness in his heart will grow deeper and deeper, and he will be more likely to be exploited by emotions at a certain moment of collapse and turn into a hideous monster.

"Hey, it's foggy outside!" Zhang Rui shouted, pointing outside.

Seeing this, the three knew that the game was cleared, and walked out of the house towards the fog.

Luo Li said to Chu Rui: "Sister Chu, you are so smart. Although you are timid, you are very transparent and delicate. Where do you live? I will go find you when I go out, and we will play games together next time!"

This. Chu Rui looked distressed. With him and Shang Zhongli around, the difficulty of the game was far higher than the standard, which was equivalent to pushing his companions to a dead end. Reasonably, Chu Rui didn't want Luo Li to be with them again.

"Why should I be with you, dead monster!" Shang Zhongli snorted coldly with a straight face.

"!" Luo Li said with a smile, "I'm asking sister Chu, did I ask you?"

Chu Rui's ears itch when she heard this: "Don't call me sister Chu, I'm a man." Except for Hua Leshen, no one has ever called him that, it's a bit awkward.

"You are so delicate, sister is suitable for you, I can't call you brother!"

Chu Rui raised her glasses: "I am 27 years old." It means, you can call me brother.

Luo Li: "."

Unexpectedly, Chu Rui was actually older than him!

Zhang Rui walked at the back, glancing at Chu Rui and the others with sly eyebrows. While the three people in front were talking, he turned his head and walked in the other direction, intending to walk away without saying hello. Grab the clothes.

"Where are you going!"

Zhang Ruigang shrunk his head subconsciously, and then thought, no!After the game, labor and management are still afraid of you three little bastards: "The game is over, of course we have to go back to each house and find our mothers!" As he said, he put his hand on the pocket where he put the gun.

Luo Li stared at him and smiled slightly, the corners of his eyes rolled up like a sly fox: "That's it, fine, goodbye!"

Zhang Rui stared at Luo Li suspiciously, walked out two steps and quickly quickened his pace. Of these three people, one was weirder than the other, one was so powerful that he was not human, one was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and the other looked like a fool but turned out to be casual Just unlock the secret, run, run!This broken game, he will never come again!

Luo Li looked at the back of Zhang Rui leaving, and his eyes fell on his collar. He had put a tracker on Zhang Rui when he just lived in him. Zhao Zi's death, he had to settle with Zhang Rui.

Luo Li withdrew his gaze and looked back, he was the only one left in the spot, Chu Rui and Shang Zhongli left at some unknown time.

"Huh? Where are people?"

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Chu Rui stood on the stone path outside the bushes, pushing aside the layers of green barriers, and there was a monster in a red dress with a faint red light hidden inside.

Xiao Chen was very timid, holding her chubby radish-thick legs, she glanced timidly at Chu Rui, and then hid inside again.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Chu Rui smiled and reached out to her.

Qin Ji stared blankly at Chu Rui's smiling face, the red light flickered, it glanced at its chubby hand, and slowly put it on Chu Rui's palm, the small hand covered the big hand, it was not enough Half the size of a big hand, it looks so cute.

Chu Rui couldn't help laughing even deeper, she stared at him bewilderedly, got out of the grass, and looked up at the tall human being.

What a warm person!

Qingji walked around Chu Rui in circles, and Chu Rui was still holding the watering pot for watering flowers in the other hand. Seeing Qinji like this, he simply stopped to water and let the little monster play around.

Facing the window of the room on the third floor, Shang Zhongli stood there looking at Chu Rui who was holding a kettle in the garden and smiling.

After a while, he snorted: "Childish."

[The author has something to say]: It's a heartbeat~

It's tough~

heh man

(Important: This story is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental, do not substitute historical facts!)