Shin's painter

Sun Qizi thought these people were just thieves who robbed at night.They came for Master Shen, so it seems that they should not be too careless.

His footsteps sank, and he put on a kung fu stand.

Shen Xiaozhi had never heard such vulgar and indecent words.Her face was flushed, and her anger rose, wishing to tear the bad faces of these people.

she……

When are you hypocritical?

Pretending to be pure?

Seeing that her eyes were red with anger, Sun Qizi hurriedly pulled her back into his arms, and said softly: "Sister Xiaozhi, hug me and be quiet." Her tone was stiff and serious, Shen Xiaozhi felt the tension in her tone , can't help nodding obediently.

Sun Qizi looked at her affectionately, and gently stroked her chin with his fingertips.Ignoring the dissatisfied clamor of those big men, she pressed her face into her shoulders and shouted again: "My woman, no one can touch her."

As soon as these words came out, someone fell to the ground from a tree not far away, and that person got up in embarrassment, doubting his ears for a while.The night wind was too wild, and the fireworks that stopped for a while continued to explode in the air. The two sides at the other end were at war, and no one noticed his presence.

Although Shen Xiaozhi knew that Sun Qizi practiced martial arts in his early years, he didn't know how Sun Qizi shot.

She was drawn into her arms, her face buried in her shoulders.Regardless of the cold wind outside or the light of the knife, everything has nothing to do with her.She is like a ship docked in the bay, unafraid of wind and rain.

She danced with her...the two danced lightly in the night sky full of fireworks, like two butterflies chasing the brilliant fireworks under the moon, never leaving.

Shen Xiaozhi hugged Sun Qizi's waist, and gave her her body and life.

The fireworks show is over.

Night fell into darkness again.

People returned with all their heart's content, and had already rested.

No one walked on the empty streets, only the cold wind whistling, blowing the signboard "squeak".

Suddenly, a tall and strong black figure flashed into a shop——

The weak candlelight could not illuminate the room, and there was a faintly visible man leaning against the window, covering his glass with his hand. When he saw someone coming, he asked displeasedly, "Why is it taking so long?"

The man knelt down with a plop. "Report to the master, the matter failed."

The man by the window closed his eyes lightly, as if trying to hold back his anger, he waved his hand, threw the wine glass in front of the man, and scolded: "Master Shen is just a woman with no power to restrain her penis, how can you even do this?" What's the use of supporting you if you can't do small things!"

There was a piece of debris on the ground, the man didn't dare to move, he just replied honestly: "At that time, there was a martial arts master next to Master Shen, and we were defeated by several of us, and we were afraid of revealing our identities, so we had to retreat first."

Martial arts master? !

"A young boy, he should be Master Shen's lover. His martial arts are so strong, even if all our people are dispatched, he will not be his opponent."

Hearing this, the man stroked his lips with his finger, and murmured with a smile: "Hey, this is interesting. I'm still an old school painter who doesn't know how to style. Now it's fun!"

Same night, same wind.

In Sun Mansion in the south of the city, some lights are still on in the counting room.

Sun Siduan sat beside the case, which was covered with snowflake silver ingots, it was dark and cold late at night, but it was brightened by the snow-white silver ingots.

Suddenly, the window lattice knocked four times, and then someone said, "Fourth Master!"

Sun Si put down a piece of silver and said in a broad voice, "Come in."

The man answered, pushed the door open and entered.

He has long been familiar with the silver ingots in the room.

Sun Si has a lot of money!

If someone interrupted the fun of counting silver taels, he had better have something important to do, otherwise his wages would be deducted.Sun Jian has been with Sun Si for many years, how could he not know his thoughts.

As soon as he got started, he was the first to report: "It's about Seventh Girl..."

The candle flickered on and off, and Sun Si frowned, and he repeated in disbelief: "Qiwa is serious... Seriously, no one can touch my woman?!"

Sun Jian nodded heavily, and he was so frightened that he fell to the ground and almost broke his leg.

Seventh Young Master, you can't stop talking to death!

That night, Sun Si folded his arms around his chest, and instead of counting the taels of silver, he kept silent to the candlelight.

Chapter 11

Chigou, the god of wrath, is located in the south, Si Xia.It is unlucky to meet it, so on the day of the red dog, quarrels are easy to occur, and it is not suitable to go out. You should burn pines and cypresses and door papers, thank guests behind closed doors, and cultivate.

In the early morning of Chigou Day, the sun is rising, the snow along the street is thinning, the people are still in bed, and the drinkers have just returned.

Sun Qizi rode his horse and went straight to the bamboo forest in the east of the river.

Not to mention Chikou Day, even the fifteenth of July, she is not afraid.

The day for the painter Shen to teach is set on Chigou Day.She said: Today, I am free and you are free, just right.

Others apprenticed to a teacher for the purpose of learning art.

She apprenticed to a teacher in order to get the moon first.

Shen Xiaozhi's studio is located on the left side of Dajiao Xiaoshe, next to the bamboo forest.The bamboo shadows are picturesque, and the time is different. The wind blows and the bamboo leaves are like playing music, lingering in the aftertaste.

Painter Shen is addicted to bamboo like his life. He once said: I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.

In addition to the images of landscapes, most of her works are green bamboos.

The studio is very large, with a large red sandalwood painting table in the middle, two feet long and half a foot wide, with paper, pens, inkstones, and messy sketches on the table, wide and large paper windows on both sides, and bamboo windows under the window. The long table is full of bottles and cans, and the rest is almost empty.

Sun Qizi stood in front of the half-open window, letting the cold wind blow away her almost overflowing tension.