Biography of Mr. Chunxiao

Helpless

An'er woke up early the next morning, but he didn't dare to move too much, because he slept with his father yesterday, and now his father has not woken up, so he can't disturb his father's sleep.So An'er lay on the bed, quietly observing his father's sleeping face through the light from the window. He thought his father was the most beautiful person in the world.Father told him a story yesterday, although he didn't understand why 'Prince Snow White' defeated seven bullies and rescued 'Prince Charming', and they lived happily together, although the second one was about 'Little Sloppy' going to the palace to attend a banquet My father fell asleep before finishing the story, and my father is also the best father in the world.

Seeing his father's long eyelashes trembling, An'er knew that his father was about to wake up, and somehow he didn't want his father to know that he would wake up before him, so An'er immediately lay down and pretended to sleep.There was a rustling sound in my ear, and I felt a slight vibration, and my father woke up.

"An'er? An'er? Wake up, it's time to get up." As the father said, An'er felt a light touch on his forehead. What was it?He wanted to know, so he immediately opened his eyes, and saw his father lying beside him, looking at him with a smile on his face, his ears turned red involuntarily.

At this time, Aunt Fu gently knocked on the door. "Come in." Zhang Chunsheng tapped his son's nose, got up from the bed, refused Aunt Fu's help to dress, and asked her to work on An'er first. Children's winter clothes are not very easy to wear. An'er is only five years old, and his hands and feet are fine. The strength is that you can't put on clothes by yourself.He is different. He is already in his twenties. Although he has just recovered from a serious illness, he still has the ability to dress himself. In the end, he only asked Aunt Fu to tie up his hair, which he really couldn't handle.

The four of them ate breakfast separately, the same rice porridge.Zhang Chunsheng drank another bowl of medicine, put on a cloak, a scarf, and a bamboo hat.The four went out.

Looking at the houses of the poor farmers not far away, and looking at his own brick and tile house, Zhang Chunsheng felt that the situation was not that bad.Looking at the ancient rural scenery that changes every few steps, my mood suddenly brightened.After walking for a long time, he saw the ancient original famous people in groups of three or four, and saw the gate of the county seat. His mood had already soared to the sky. As long as he solved the temporary lack of money at home, he would be able to enjoy it in peace and security. The life of the small landowner of the ancient farm is gone. Anyway, in modern times, he has nothing to worry about, and there is no one or anything to worry about.Life is still good.

Not far from the county seat, I heard different voices. It really is the Chinese New Year, so lively.Zhang Chunsheng was excited because he was going to officially see the prosperous county in ancient times, while An Er was excited because he hadn't gone out for a long time, and whenever he went out, he was excited to be with his father.

Seeing the two of them excited, Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu didn't stop them, but just guarded them carefully, while Zhang Chunsheng proposed to take a stroll by himself and let them go shopping, finally at the gate of the county seat For the assembly request, Fu Bo agreed after a little thought.

It's just that An'er is a little unhappy, and it's rare to go out. He wants to go shopping with his father.Then soon this unhappiness was wiped away by his father gently kissing his forehead. It turned out that his father kissed his forehead like this in the morning. It was the same as what my aunt did before. My father really liked me. I will sleep with my father next time. , he still pretends to be asleep, wants to kiss, hee hee.

Although An'er was thinking this way in her heart, the expression on her face was still indifferent.Zhang Chunsheng knew that it was because his own mother died of dystocia when he was born, and his aunt, who had been taking care of him since he could remember, also died of illness not long ago, and his biological father had always been lukewarm to him, so he raised him. It looks like an iceberg without showing any emotions or anger.But his temperament is still very good, and he also knows how to get close to people. As long as he is willing to get close to An'er, An'er will rush over, let him be touched, rubbed, and hugged, and people can't help but love him.Sure enough, I still want to get closer to An'er in the future, at least the problem of not being talkative should be gradually corrected.

After separating from Fu Bo and the others, Zhang Chunsheng walked slowly on the street alone, not only because he was really in poor health and could not walk fast, but also because, no matter ancient or modern, Chinese and foreign, people always have a group before a big festival. Shopping - too many people on the street.

Not long after walking slowly like this, Zhang Chunsheng felt a little tired, so he found a teahouse and sat down. He still had more than a dozen pennies on him, so he asked for a penny and a pot of hot boiled water, and took out the one that Aunt Fu had prepared for him. Xiao Tangbing, resting with her cloak folded, also silently listened to the conversation of the scholars sitting at the table next to her.

It's all the same, it's not interesting, he originally wanted to applaud and give up trying to make money from scholars.He also heard a scholar sitting closest to him say something mysteriously, and then he could clearly feel that the atmosphere at the next table was not right.Some people blushed, some lowered their heads, and some looked left and right, and after a few seconds, someone finally realized that this is not a place for conversation, especially about topics that make them abnormal, so they reminded them in a low voice, and then a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds made an appointment Well, the place for the next conversation, they all said goodbye.

With Zhang Chunsheng’s years of experience in the two-dimensional world, often erratic in the three-dimensional world and his previous special occupation experience, the ultimate goal of such a blushing collective meeting is definitely not to discuss the Four Books and Five Classics, but to discuss something that is naturally indescribable.Zhang Chunsheng sighed, feeling that life is so full of drama, maybe he was traversed for "harmony" before, and now he wants to continue "harmony" for a better life.

His life is a river, where crabs are raised and the harvest is bountiful.

Zhang Chunsheng, who wanted to understand so much, stopped wandering around indiscriminately, and walked towards the city gate with a clear goal. He thought that it would be difficult for Fubo and his party to break through the "trench". victory'.Unexpectedly, they waited there first, and the harvest was good. Everyone took something in their hands, and there were quite a variety of things, but the amount was not too much, but this was also the last carnival for them.

Zhang Chunsheng sighed again. Since he crossed, he has sighed more than he exhaled. He walked forward and took An'er's free right hand, and walked towards their home. In the face of adversity, he always Extraordinarily talented, the urge to create 'harmony' can no longer be stopped.Therefore, although they have a lot more burden than when they went to the county seat, the time it takes to go home is shorter than when they went.

As soon as he got home, Zhang Chunsheng respectfully walked to the three plum blossom trees, then, then, picked up a branch of plum blossoms with relatively large buds, and went to the study to cut the plum blossoms into A5 paper size. The flower buds were crushed and soaked in the plum snow water for a while, so that the plum snow water dyed its color and fragrance, took a small amount of snow water and melted the cinnabar for later use, and finely ground the ink.Branching out, drawing flowers with cinnabar, processing the flower heart, picking the beard, pointing the pistil head, pointing the tire, a plum blossom blooming in the snow is finished with a few strokes, which should have shown the proud, noble and strong plum blossom However, because he has just recovered from a serious illness and his hands are still weak, the plum blossoms he draws always have a kind of ethereal, unsteady ambiguity.

This is just in line with what he wants to paint. When he cheers up and picks up the brush, there are mountains, handsome scholars and loyal schoolboys who are going to Beijing to take the exam, a small temple in the mountain, and the old abbot and the old abbot in the temple. The little monk of Setou has the beautiful plum tree in the temple, the poem chanted by the scholar to the plum blossom, the plum blossom suddenly enters the scholar's dream in the middle of the night, the gentle entanglement in the dream, and the bed on the bed after waking up from the dream. The blossoming red plum blossoms, with the red-faced departure of the scholar, and the tender red face and sigh of the girl in red in the small temple.

From the time when he came back before noon, Zhang Chunsheng continued to draw until he could no longer see the paper clearly.After he tried his best to put the drawing into the plum blossom box, he lost his strength. At this time, Aunt Fu was really scared, and she pushed the door and walked in, only to find that he was already tired and slumped on the chair.Instructed Fu Bo to sell this plum blossom wood box to a small bookstore in the county at the price of five taels early tomorrow morning [according to his superficial observation, this bookstore should be the easiest to accept his paintings], and Aunt Fu After feeding two mouthfuls of food, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately, and woke up the next afternoon, and Fu Bo hadn't come back yet.

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