Shark Tears

Updated: 2012-07-26

Missing is like a jar of old wine, the longer it lasts, the richer it becomes.After several months of parting, the longing in Yun Hanxi's heart grew wildly.Every time I close my eyes, the figure of that person will appear, whether smiling or angry, they are all so beautiful.Thinking of him, the corners of his mouth would always turn up involuntarily, his face would blush a little, his heart beat faster, and a feeling that he had never experienced before lingered in his heart.

Yun Hanxi clumsily put on a cloak with his hands wrapped in medicine and went out of the room. It seemed that the temperature had started to return to the temperature in the past two days and it was not as cold as in midwinter. His mother-in-law allowed him to come out for a walk.

There was still snow on the steps, Yun Hanxi walked down holding the handrail.The snow in the yard has not yet melted, and it is cold, but the wind is not so cold.Did he lift up the corner of his clothes, and brushed his hair across his face, that delicate face was no longer almost transparent pale, but a little rosy, looking very angry.

Yun Hanxi was strolling in the courtyard when her mother-in-law's voice sounded in the house: "Xiao Xi, come quickly, mother-in-law will take out the medicine for you." Can you finally take out the medicine?I asked my mother-in-law several times before, but my mother-in-law refused, and now I can finally dismantle it.

He quickened his pace and walked in the door with a smile.When I came to my mother-in-law, I stretched out my hands and sat down obediently, "Is it so impatient?" The mother-in-law laughed.Yun Hanxi still only looked at her mother-in-law and smiled.

Duan Jinshu put his hand on the table, carefully unwrapped the cloth belt, and washed off the medicine stain in the warm water where he took his hand aside.The scars on the fingertips really disappeared, and the traces of being bound on the wrists also disappeared.

"Try to move around." Yun Hanxi stretched out his fingers as he said, and turned his wrist, but the pain didn't hurt at all: "Thank you, mother-in-law." Duan Jinshu said angrily: "I'm saying thank you, but mother-in-law won't recognize you Got it." The smile on Yun Hanxi's face deepened: "Understood, mother-in-law." Turning to Zhang Xuanju who was smiling at the side, he said: "Grandpa, teach me quickly!"

"Hehe, why bother at this moment, there is no rush after dinner."

"But it's a long time before we eat, so grandpa, don't be clingy to grandma." Yun Hanxi put on her clothes and looked pitifully at grandpa with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Xuanju didn't care that the little guy saw through his thoughts, and seeing the child's rare urgency, he took his hand to the study.

This was Yun Hanxi's first visit to the study room. As soon as the door was opened, there was a tall bookshelf with all kinds of books on it. A window was opened at the other end of the room, facing the flower field in the backyard. As usual, the flower fields are paved with gravel paths, surrounded by fences, and beyond the fences are dense bamboo forests.

In front of the window is a desk with several stacks and paperweights neatly placed on it.There are several scrolls scattered around the foot of the desk.On the wall next to the door is still a tall bookshelf filled with books.

Zhang Xuanju looked at Yun Hanxi who was standing blankly at the door, took his hand and walked into the study: "Has Xiaoxi ever read before?"

Yun Hanxi shook his head: "But I learned it secretly, so I can recognize it a little bit."

"Then grandpa will teach you in the future, okay?" Zhang Xuanju looked at the little guy with a smile and nodded like pecking rice, and a sense of accomplishment for being a teacher suddenly arose spontaneously.

When the two walked to the case, Yun Hanxi was still young and a little short, so he had to stand beside his grandfather on a small bench.Holding the pen like a grandfather, the white and slender fingers are not only shockingly beautiful, but also have a different power.

He paints bamboo half his life and orchids all his life. From the way of painting orchids, one can see a person's character.Zhang Xuanju loves orchids especially, and the first class he taught Yun Hanxi was to draw orchids.

Zhang Xuanju laid out the rice paper, stained it with thick ink according to the penetrating method, with one stroke long, two strokes short, and three strokes breaking the eyes of the hyacinth, and then adding light ink to line the leaves.A few orchids are painted in a ethereal and elegant way, which has the meaning of fairy spirit.

Putting down the pen and looking down at the focused Yun Hanxi, he asked, "Do you understand?" Yun Hanxi didn't shake her head or nod, she silently stared at the orchid on the paper thoughtfully, and then looked at Henry Zhang after a while Ju replied: "Understood."

Zhang Xuanju signaled him to start writing, while Yun Hanxi learned it in a decent manner, and it didn't take a while.The orchid leaves penetrate the back of the paper, lifting, pressing, and turning are just right, avoiding the silky texture of the orchid leaves, highlighting the tenacity of the leaves, just like cutting with a knife.It seems to be the nature of keeping a low profile by emphasizing light ink and embellishing it with thick ink.

This orchid picture is very different from Zhang Xuanju's style. Zhang Xuanju originally thought that Yun Hanxi could only draw its shape, but not understand its spirit.At most, it imitates the elegance of Zhang Xuanju's paintings. Who knew he could comprehend so quickly, and couldn't help asking: "Why is the painting like this?" Yun Hanxi looked at his grandfather and blinked, pointing at the orchid in the painting and replied: " It is me."

It is true that he has picked up a precious apprentice. If he was full of love and affection for him before, I am afraid that now he has added a lot of expectation. After all, it is hard to find a child with such a high understanding.Zhang Xuanju thought about whether it was a coincidence, so he deliberately tested him.

Zhang Xuanju returned to the room, took out several thick clothes for Yun Hanxi to put on, carried him gently across the window, and sneaked out from the backyard fence, for fear that the old woman would find out that he had taken Yun Hanxi to the In that world of ice and snow.

Holding Yun Hanxi who was tightly covered in his hands, he performed lightness kung fu all the way to the outside of the bamboo forest, and did not stop until a burst of cold fragrance came.Zhang Xuanju pointed to the solitary plum blossom tree in the distance and said to Yun Hanxi in his arms: "Did you see that plum blossom? Take a good look, and go back and draw it for grandpa."

Yun Hanxi stuck out his small head from the thick clothes, and looked at the plum blossom tree in the cold wind from a distance: "Remember it."

Zhang Xuanju flew back to the courtyard with Yun Hanxi in his arms, quietly returned to the room where there was no one there, heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not found.Seeing Grandpa's nervous expression, Yun Hanxi snickered again.

Yun Hanxi stood on a small bench, pressed a piece of white paper with a paperweight, leaned over to dip a brush in gray ink into dark ink, held the pen in the air, thought for a while, and then moved the pen backwards with a side edge, showing the texture of fur on the edge of an old man , and then took advantage of the situation to gradually outline the shape of the old man with arcs of different lengths.The branches are drawn with double hooks and chafing. When drawing thin branches and tender stems, thick ink is used at the center.Draw the trunk like this.

The outline of the plum blossom is outlined with light ink, and the circled flowers seem to be round but not round, and the intention is between the square and the circle.Then use thick ink to dot the pedicle, dab the tip of the brush with light color, and smudge along the periphery of the flower. Press the belly of the pen down as you dye, so that the clear water on the pen will be on the paper to enhance the picture.

After finishing the last stroke, Yun Hanxi straightened up and looked at Grandpa.Zhang Xuanju looked at this painting and felt familiar, it was exactly the same as the plum blossom tree in the open space!Such a painting seems to be able to smell the scent of flowers, and it is more charming than the living tree.There is not only tenacity and forbearance, but also a sense of sadness lingering in the painting.

Henry Zhang glanced at it and smiled knowingly.Seeing his grandpa smiling, Yun Hanxi must have laughed because he was good at painting, but he didn't laugh for the sake of the painting, he had his own agenda in mind.

When he took a closer look, he was stunned. Is this a painting that a six-year-old child can make?And he never learned to paint.It would be unbelievable if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes.

Zhang Xuanju took a deep look at Yun Hanxi, if he wanted to cultivate this child, he must be a character in the mainland who turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain.