Anecdote of the Northeast

In the beginning, the culprit who caused all these things, the man who dared to do what he didn't admit and drove Shen Xinru to death, I didn't know who he was until later.

But my master Hu Liuye told me that the underworld has already recorded one by one, and when the man arrives in the underworld, his trial will come.

Shen Xinru was waiting for that man to go to the underworld and receive punishment, and then she would let go of her mind and go to reincarnation.As for Su Yueyue, according to Zhao Jingang, she needs to be punished in the underworld before she can be reincarnated again.

Shen Xinru's mother, the poor woman who imprisoned Huang Xian and avenged her daughter, was said to have mental problems, was supervised by the government, and sent to a nursing home.Poor woman, probably will spend her whole life there.

The master said that imprisoning the immortal family to do evil requires bearing the consequences.Moreover, in any case, because Huang Dazhuang caused Su Yueyue's tragic death, Huang Dazhuang needs to be punished, but because the incident happened for a reason, his punishment will not be too severe. Now both father and son are serving in a training center of Huang's family. Immediately after serving in the military, he practiced directly there, and strived to achieve a positive result as soon as possible.

Afterwards, only a small amount of merit was credited to the account, but I was also mentally prepared. In fact, I did not put much effort into this matter from the beginning to the end, so it would be great if I could have it.

However, the bar owner who hired me, Brother Peng, is a very interesting person. After I told him that the matter was resolved, he actually wrapped me a big red envelope with 3000 yuan in it on the day of returning to July according to the old etiquette. , It’s almost my food expenses for half a year.

This is the first time I have made such a large sum of money.

At the beginning, I was very conflicted, because I already had merits and virtues, so asking for money was a bit unreasonable.

It was my second master, that is, my ancestor, who said that the money was originally intended for me to eat, and it was okay, so I received the money in my hand with great excitement.

After the person left, I immediately jumped three feet high and kissed the money one by one.

Anyway, at first glance, it’s all new money withdrawn from the bank, and there is no serious pollution. As far as money is concerned, people like it whether it is polluted or not, so I don’t need to control my outburst of emotions.

Now that I have money, I am not in a hurry to find a job. In addition, it is almost the end of the semester, and I need to hand in a painting as a final grade. Things like part-time jobs have been set aside from my daily life.

Since we are an oil painting major, the teacher's requirements are also very high. It is said that those in the design department can pass by drawing casually. When you come to us, you need to go all out.

The instructor said that this painting was to be submitted to several professors in the courtyard for reading.

If you paint well, you have been affirmed by a certain professor and accept you as an official student. He will not only teach you your profession, but also take you to exhibitions and hold art exhibitions, so as to boost your reputation and value.

But the painting is not good, and there is no teacher to guide, so basically your future is to be a painter. In the future, it is best to sign a gallery to copy the works of famous artists, and then the gallery will sell them as high imitations.

You can make money if you do well, but as an artist, you may feel aggrieved.

My goal is to get my name in the Heavenly Court this year and change my unlucky early death. As for whether I will hold art exhibitions or become a painter in the future, these have nothing to do with me now.

However, the final grade has something to do with me.

Comrade Zhou Jiefang needs to read my final grades, and my mother will naturally care about them.Therefore, my grades must be reasonable. Of course, it would be even better if I was among the best. My mother is happy, my father has face, and my sister will be happy too.

The title of the final project is figure painting, which means I have to find a model.

At that time, the model we were looking for in our professional class was 50 yuan an hour, and the whole class was paid for the shift. Only by pooling the money can we hire a model, and it was relatively ordinary, normal figure painting, and the price of nude models was higher.

As a poor person, I naturally have no money, but I can hire a model with a few classmates, and then several people draw at the same time. Most of our class does this.

Originally, I also wanted to join a group and share the expenses with a few people, but most of them found partners early on, leaving only a few people who are usually not popular, and I am a dragon who can't see the end .

I usually don't go to school except for class, and I don't take part in group activities of the class. Of course, I don't mean I don't participate at all, it's just that I participate in relatively few.

My life is counting down, and I have too many things to do, so I can only spare some time for class reunions.

These few guys who are not popular are either very fussy or too nervous. After I tried to get in touch with them, I gave up.

With such a few people, my typical Northeast man character is absolutely unbearable.

Just when I was lying on the sofa at home, thinking about where to find a free model, I suddenly discovered that a fairy family that I had never seen before came to my house.

It was a morning in June. I came back from morning exercise, carrying a bucket and a rag, and was going to clean the hall. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Feng Mei standing by the window, holding a small fan, only revealing a pair of transparent eyes. With dusty eyes and bewildered eyes.

Her hair was permed in big waves, she wore golden earrings on her ears, and she was wearing a pale gold cheongsam with a few bright red plum blossoms embroidered on it.

There is dust in the gaudy, she looks at you as if she is watching time, empty and lonely.It could be seen that at first, she was basking in the sun.

"Good morning, sister, who are you?" I was amazed, and it took me a long time to come back to my senses. I could feel that she was the fairy family in my fairy hall, but I couldn't match her name for a while.

"My name is Feng Mei, and I'm the fairy family of Qingfengtang. Brothers Zhao Dagang and Zhao Jingang have something to do, and they won't be able to come back for a while. You are short of people here, so I'm here. Oh, yes, you Just call me Miss Mei."

Feng Mei, a very simple name.

I know that most Qingfengs will change their names after death, and some even change their surnames.In their view, becoming a fairy family after death is a different kind of rebirth, and everything before death disappears.

"Then, sister Mei, do you want something to eat? I'm going to buy food right now, I can bring you some." Anyway, when I go to school in the afternoon, I will also feed stray cats and dogs, so the food will not be wasted.

Feng Mei's eyes lit up when she heard what I said, and then she fell into a kind of memory. After a while, she asked, "Do you have cakes, the ones with sugar filling in them?"

I nodded, "There's a seller in the market next door, just by the way."

It seems that cats and dogs can't eat this stuff, and they can't digest it after eating it. Well, let's give it to the disabled begging on the street. I hope the other party won't dislike it.

Dagai is very easy to buy, just on the side of the street. After buying five meat buns and a bowl of millet porridge, I rode my bike home.

Feng Mei took the rice cake I bought and ate it bite by bite. Every bite would be savored carefully, as if she was eating something delicious in the world.

"Brother, what do you want me to do?"

As a person who was good at reading people during his lifetime, now he has been a female ghost for more than 100 years, and has seen too many people and things. What a guy like me who can’t hide what’s going on in his heart can’t escape the other party’s eyes at all. .

"Sister Mei, there's nothing much to do these days anyway, how about you being troubled and acting as a model for me for a few days so that I can do my final homework?"

Feng Mei nodded indifferently, "As long as you don't go out casually, it's up to you."

Don't go out casually?

I have doubts in my heart.

Life is pretty good recently, and nothing happened. I don't understand why Feng Mei would say that?

"In a few days, you will know."

If I said it, I didn't say it. If it was another person, I would definitely be angry, but with Feng Mei, I really don't know how to be angry.

This woman probably has experienced a lot, and she has a feeling that she wants to ride the wind. Of course, she can indeed ride the wind.

Smoker, the racial talent is to fly away in a gust of wind and smoke.

Anyway, I found a model that doesn't cost money. At most, I offer two cakes a day, which is only a few dollars, not cheaper than hiring a model.

What's more, Feng Mei has an aura between a fairy and a ghost, which is very unique, and it makes my brain burst out with inspiration.

Feng Mei's own magic power is not weak, and she likes to take a back view of herself when she has nothing to do, pretending that she is still living in the place before she died.

I can feel that Feng Mei is a very story-telling woman, but she doesn't like to share her stories with others.Feng Mei only likes to stay alone in one place in a daze, for a whole day without changing her position.

These days, I have been drawing sketches to Feng Mei. I deleted, deleted, and subtracted to find the three that I am most satisfied with, and put them lined up on the table, admiring my own works.

To be honest, sometimes I am somewhat narcissistic, and this feeling is common to many artists.

Feng Mei also came over curiously at this time, admiring my work.

"Sister Mei, which one do you think is the best?" I couldn't choose by myself, so I wanted to hear other people's suggestions.

"The one in the middle, you draw the one of me holding an umbrella and walking in the alley."

I looked at it, and the more I looked at it, the more I was satisfied. I also think that the one I drew is better.

In the next few days, I began to carefully revise the "Woman Shading the Sun", and when the final draft was almost revised, I began to color it.

When painting, how should I put it, the more I paint, the more I have a feeling that I can feel Feng Mei's mood and thoughts at that time.

I could tell that Feng Mei was waiting for someone who was very important to her.

But I can also feel a sense of sadness from it. I go out and wait day by day, but I can't get the answer I want.

So a person walked quietly in the alley, holding an umbrella, the sky was sunny, but his heart was full of tears.

That umbrella was for her own heart.

Until one day, like a madman, I locked myself at home and did not move the place for a whole day, just painting Feng Mei there.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning of the next day that I threw the paintbrush on the ground and lay in the studio collapsed.

People say that if you are not crazy, you will not survive.

But I want to say that although this feeling is very refreshing, it can kill half your life once.

I lay on the ground with my eyes closed, and slowly recalled the mysterious and mysterious feeling just now, and then I couldn't take it anymore, and after reading a section of "Duo Ren Sutra", I fell into a coma.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying in the studio alone, without even a ghost around me.

In front of me, the painting "Woman Shading the Sun" is quietly placed there, as quiet as Feng Mei.

Looking at the "Woman Shading the Sun" that I finally finished yesterday, I suddenly had an urge to keep this painting and draw another one myself.

But I know it's impossible, the time for submitting the painting is about to expire, if I don't want to go home with a piece of cake, I can only submit this painting.

Anyway, my final work is considered finished.