Extraordinary relationship

After returning from Guanzhong, Han Su drew several Chinese paintings in a row, including Qiaohua Mountain and Shenxue Taibai, all of which were almost done with one stroke, without any lag.

But inspiration is like sand in a bucket, only a little can be used every time, and you can’t write poems after painting. At any rate, I can hold back a line and a half every time, and the inscription is on the top of the mountain, which looks good.

Unexpectedly, his inspiration was completely exhausted, and one card lasted for half a year.

The air was filled with the fragrance of ink, Han Su held the wolf brush in his hand, and dipped the nib of the pen on the inkstone, but he couldn't get back the energy of being "possessed" by Han Dong. Two hours passed in vain without noticing, until today Shu'an came to knock on the door to deliver the fruit, and he finally roared, threw down the writing brush angrily, and sat down on the chair with a bang.

"I just had a really awesome idea, really, just that moment, and the sound of your footsteps was silenced." Han Su put his arms across the table and pretended to complain.

Jin Shu'an looked at a few fresh black ink ideas on the wall, and snorted coldly: "Excuse me?"

At this moment, Han Su also caught a glimpse of the ink dot, quickly took his foot off the table, picked up a love fruit from the fruit plate with a playful smile, threw it into his mouth and bit out a "crack": "Old man, you Do you feel that our family is getting more and more lively?"

"I can feel it." Jin Shu'an glanced at his messy painting table, "Not only is there vitality, but also beriberi."

During the Chinese New Year cleaning, my aunt took out a sock from under the sofa in the bedroom and living room. The sofa in their house was not high, and the bottom was close to the ground. Jin Shuan still hasn't figured out how Han Su dropped the sock into it.

In fact, Han Su himself doesn’t know, he is the kind of guy who has a big house and a big doghouse. There used to be a small studio in this house, but now it’s too troublesome to use it. He basically spends time in the study room when he wants to paint. , but Han Su thought it was too small and refused to let it go. After recovering his memory, he asked Jinshuan to renovate and design the small living room in a hurry. The left side was painted with Chinese paintings, the right side with oil paintings, the screen at the door was used to cover the face, and the middle was separated by a soft partition. It's messed up, but it's very impressive just by looking at it, enough for a master to show off.

Maybe Master Han's artistic bacteria can only ferment in loneliness, so after the studio was installed in a hurry, in the first half year, he only took pictures of the two people's faces, and produced a few ecstasy ink and wash sex pictures. Brazenly selected two groups, signed the name "Han Dong", stamped a red seal, mounted a sealed glass cover, one was hung in the bathroom, and the other was hung in the steam room in Linjiang.

"I feel that if this painting is put up for sale, it will definitely fetch a good price. Maybe it will be more expensive than mine now." At night, Han Su sat in the steam room, crossing his shoulders and bragging to Jinshuan.

An Gao coldly chose Moran in Jinshu, but seeing his huge lotus-colored figure on the painting, he secretly agreed with Han Su in his heart.

The steam room is a one-way projection glass, the outside cannot see the inside, and the inside can see the outside. Jin Shuan admired the painting on the wall for a while, and when he looked at it, he imagined the movements of the two people in the painting, and finally It was Han Su who patted him and squeezed his fingers through the towel: "Do you want to discuss something with me?"

Jinshu was as relieved as a deer, hurriedly piled a big towel on his lap to cover the indecent, blushed and said forcefully: "I was wondering, we have been together for so long, do we have to see each other?" parents?"

After Jin Shuan came back to life, he often wore it back to meet his parents. The old couple knew his abilities very well. Although they didn't like their son being with men, after all, their lifespan was limited, and they couldn't manage too far away.As for Han's parents, now Han Su has turned his attention to the family affairs, since he has the ability to wear it back to reunite with his relatives, he is naturally happy, and he went back to Dayuaner several times in silence.

But just now, Han Su originally wanted to discuss with him about the painting for a while, and when the discussion became intense, it was logical to fight on the river scene. He didn't expect to hear the person's painting style change suddenly, and his spirit immediately tensed up. It took a while for Jin Shuan to squeeze out: "I pinched you just to discuss this matter!"

"Yes, I want to go together." Jin Shu'an looked at his swollen place and said softly.

Traveling back to the past didn't need to pick a special time, but both of them couldn't help being nervous, so they set the matter to the weekend, and after a few nights of debating, they finally decided to visit the two elders of the Han family first.

They chose the evening in the early summer of XX years. At this time, the cultural movement had not yet started, and the days were relatively leisurely. In addition, Han Su's grandfather lived in the house, and the elders were also complete. More importantly, the Han brothers were in the past few days. Going to another place, so that Han Su will not run into his past self when he returns home.

With antique bills in their pockets, the two exchanged food, meat and pastries at the supply and marketing cooperative. People came and went in the streets and alleys, but the young couple walked less and less and walked more slowly.

It is said that an ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law. Now Shuan has nothing to do with being ugly, but the gender doesn't match their son's. Fortunately, Han Su is afraid of causing an oolong, and he is afraid that Han Dong's memory will not match up. Tell parents the truth, parents can't accept living in anxiety in the future, so they simply turned into a different appearance and went home, and left and right are just formalities, just for comfort.

The two elders of the Han family just came back from work outside. Han’s father stared at Jinshu’an from afar, but he didn’t dare to recognize him. He squinted his eyes as he walked and poked his head. When he got closer, he strode over and put his arms around Jinshu’an’s shoulder with a big smile. Rebie shouted enthusiastically: "Brother!"

Jin Shuan: "..."

Han Ju: "..."

Han Su secretly pinched Jinshu'an from behind. Jinshu'an was already frozen, but he woke up like a dream when his waist hurt, and quickly backed away, saying very respectfully: "..."

He forgot the words.

Han's father is always enthusiastic when he comes to people, but Han's mother is decent in dealing with things outside. She came up to greet Jinshu An, and just a few nice words made people feel at ease, but bones and blood vessels are also wonderful. Even if the face of the one who came out had changed, she still felt familiar when she saw her. She was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and looked at Jin Shu'an, motioning for him to introduce: "Who is this?"

Jinshu'an looked at Han Ju and didn't wait to say anything, but Han Ju nervously subconsciously took half an inch to the side, keeping a distance from Jinshu'an.

Even if the faces were changed, they were his own parents after all. He suddenly brought back a male daughter-in-law, and he was still trembling for a while. , leaning on Jinshu'an's shoulder with his shoulder, stood tightly and said with a smile: "We are a couple."

Han's mother was stunned by this scene, unable to speak for a second, but Han's father said "ah", which made Jin Shu'an's heart throb in fright.

"What's the matter, two, couple?" Dad Han raised his eyebrows, looked up and down the two people standing side by side, and couldn't believe his ears, "You two? Or what..."

"Hey!" Mama Han took a step forward, blocking Papa Han by a little.She turned around while she was taking a breath, and she understood what was going on, she was a nosy person, not to mention this topic reminded her of her eldest son, so she was even more unwilling to talk about it, love the couple For couples, when someone comes to the house as a guest, the entertainment is over.

She smiled and nodded, and made a greeting gesture to the two of them: "Come on, don't stand here, hurry into the yard, take a look, what else do you want to buy..."

The door opened, and a bony old man was standing in the yard leaning on a walking stick. He was not deaf, blind, or confused at this age. He heard a movement at the door when he came out to use the bathroom, and he took two steps slowly to wait. He led his daughter and son-in-law into the door.

When Han Su saw his grandpa smiling at him at the gate, his eyes turned red instantly, and he unconsciously called "Grandpa".

Poor grandpa's ears are good, but at this moment, Jin Shu'an has attracted his attention. The old man is still standing there, with a turmoil in his chest, and the past is creeping into his heart.After the Jin family left the country, there was no news of it. Who would have thought that after many years, they would see their disciples again, and the appearance of this little second master Jin was not much different from when they met for the last time.

It seems that Han's son-in-law's description is not exaggerated.

"Mr. Xu Wu!" Jin Shu'an couldn't help but burst into tears, stood still for a moment, and then quickly stepped forward to help.

Grandpa Han patted the back of Jinshu'an's hand, shaking his head back and forth for a while, unable to speak.

Han Su looked at their scenes, and his heart was filled with sorrow and sorrow. His family, his parents, and his grandfather had to be contacted by Jinshu'an, and he was a complete success. an outsider.

After dinner in the evening, everyone went to sit under the locust tree at the door. There are no mobile phones, TVs and computers these days, but they don’t feel bored at night. Those who have a bench move from house to house, and those who don’t have a bench sit on a stone. All of them gathered at the door to enjoy the cool air and chat.

At present, the Sophora japonica flowers are blooming and withering in May, when a gust of wind comes, the small white flowers fall down from the tree like a scoop, arching into people's arms shamelessly, and falling on their shoulders, the sky is not yet dark, and at first glance it is still It's really like goose feather heavy snow.

But this snow is fragrant and not cold.

After chatting nonsense for a while, Master Han began to tell stories to everyone. He has traveled many roads and experienced many storms. He can grasp the stories in his belly, such as eunuchs lighting up ghosts with lamps, palace practices to exorcise evil spirits, merchants and merchants to communicate with each other. Bushawuwufa, the rustling voice and the slow and down-to-earth speech made Han suddenly go straight to Jinshu'an's side.

"Are you scared?" Jin Shu'an held Han Ju's hand, feeling his fingers were getting cold, "Why don't we go inside?"

"Don't talk, lest you miss it." Han Su glanced at him and whispered, "I'm a little scared, but I still want to hear it."

Jin Shuan rubbed the palm of his hand with a smile, Master Han suddenly looked at Han after telling a story, and asked him with a smile if he was afraid.

Han Su chuckled, and blurted out, "Grandpa, why don't you repeat the stories in your belly? You used to tell me all the time at night, and now there are a hundred or eighty of them?"

His grandfather said this, but he didn't realize it. The old man laughed first, and Han's father on the side hurriedly said, "Have you met my father before?"

Han Su was stunned, lowering his eyes slightly, "I was distracted and said something wrong just now, I... my grandfather also likes to talk about these things."

"What about him now?" Dad Han didn't wink, and said naively: "It's a coincidence, I think that although your eyebrows and eyes are different from my son, it feels quite similar, and your surname is also Han, hey, your parents Where are you, are you in a foreign country like my elder brother's family? I wonder if we are relatives of our family, I always feel very close to you."

Han Ju looked at his father, his voice was stuck in his throat and he didn't dare to move, he wanted to cry.

Jin Shu'an shook his hand, and said to him with an idea: "They 'went' a long time ago, oh yes, his hometown used to be from Jiaodong, and I heard that other relatives in the family came here through Guandong. "

"Yo, maybe it's really from the same family!" Father Han clapped his hands, his voice was two times higher than before, "My parents just came from the east of the Guandong!" He stretched his neck to look at Han Su, his eyes sparkling: "Your father What's your name? What's your grandfather's name?"

Han Ju spoke this time, rolled his eyes, and reported the name of a distant relative who was in the same generation as Han's father. The relative stayed in the customs back then, and there was no connection between the two parties, but after Han Su came back to life, Xiaoyu went to check on them. The people in the family tree, that family is indeed gone, but Han's parents don't know about these things.

Han suddenly signed up, and Dad Han immediately slapped his thigh, looked at Mom Han and said, "This is my nephew!"

Han Ma looked at him, and then looked at Han Su by the dim light of someone's oil lamp. Sure enough, the more she looked at him, the more familiar she became, and the more she looked, the closer she became. She shook her head and said, "What a coincidence!"

"It's just..." She looked back at Father Han, and slowly said in a low voice, "This generation is too messed up. Today's eldest brother's... lover is our nephew, what should we call him in the future?"

Just like that, Han Ju and Jinshu'an lived in Han's house for three consecutive days, and the relationship between Han Ju and Han's parents soared. On the third night, Han Ju finally couldn't hold back, and recognized a godfather. mom.

"If you don't mind, I'll call you mom and dad, and don't quit, okay?" Han Su took the hands of Han's parents, with tears in his eyes.

Although Han's mother didn't know that this was her own son, she felt a pain in her heart for no reason.When she got excited, tears fell to the ground, she squeezed Han Ju's hand tightly and said, "If you don't mind, then call me."

Han Ju looked at his father again. His father couldn't hold back anymore, patted him on the back and said, "Uncle, Uncle, I'm your uncle. Whatever I do, a good boy is called Dad!"

"Hey!" Han Su's tears were hazy, and he hugged them crisply, calling "Dad" and "Mom".

After he called, he told Jinshu'an to also call the two elders "Parents".

Han's father drank a bowl of loose whites, and Dongwuchengfu responded, but the corners of Han's mother's mouth trembled, thinking that this seniority is really messed up.

On the evening of the fourth day, the husband and wife were ready to set off on the road today. In fact, they didn't stay long enough, but if they didn't leave, the Han brothers would be back.

Before leaving, Han's parents and Master Han took Han Su and said a lot. They first accepted that he was with the man, and then recognized him as a relative, so now it is equivalent to recognizing him and Jinshuan. The relationship, the return this time can be regarded as fulfilling the wish beyond expectations.

Jin Shuan explained to his father-in-law, mother-in-law, and master, telling them not to tell the Han family brothers about their past visits with Han Su, lest they be disappointed because they didn’t meet. , and he also accepted his request.

At the entrance of the alley, Han Su took Jinshuan and turned his head three times a step. After walking more than a dozen steps, he suddenly turned around and fell to his knees with a plop. a bang.

Three months later, Xu Guangmao held an exhibition of paintings by famous artists in the capital, collecting works by many contemporary artists, among which the painting "Bitter Winter" was the most important.

Han Su was quite satisfied with the few pictures of customs in Guanzhong that he painted last year, but Xu Guangmao never showed too many easily, so this exhibition only showed one.

The exhibition hall is bustling with people coming and going. Visitors stop and watch in front of the masterpiece "Bitter Winter". The main scene of this long scroll is looking out from the top of the mountain. The extreme cold makes people tremble, but this time the face is full of spring. Although there is still a lot of residual snow on the dangerous peak, it always makes people feel that as long as a month or so passes, it will melt away as soon as summer arrives.

It's only been a year, and it's rare to see "life" in Han Dong's paintings.

In the viewing room, Jin Shu'an looked at the two lines of inconspicuous inscriptions on the painting, thinking that Han Su would immediately sneak into the studio after returning from his mother's house, without even making a draft, and directly wrote on the original painting.

He tilted his head and whispered to Han Su: "Is this written by Han Dong's upper body?"

"It was written by Han Su." Han Su smiled cleverly, remembering the discussion with his grandfather that day, the old man said that inscriptions are the same as paintings, and it is not the technique but the sincerity that can move people from the beginning to the end.

Many creators don’t get inspiration only in loneliness, they just fall into a strange circle, as if they can’t think without pain, as if only tragic moments can be called life, but the reality is that beautiful things also belong to the reality of the world , life is originally full of ups and downs, as long as you are willing to listen to your feelings, every emotion can be used as a source of inspiration.

Of course it also includes love.

Han Su looked at the two lines and seven words in the painting with a smile, and recited each word carefully in his heart:

"Qin Min Returns to Han"

The cold winter is gradually coming to March [-]rd, and the old horses and green hooves enter Hanguan;

On the way, I saw the Han flag all over Xianyang, and it was suddenly cold yesterday, and now Shu'an.

Mr. Jin, the most romantic thing I can think of is to write our story into a poem, and we will never say goodbye to each other forever.

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March [-]rd of the lunar calendar: Shangsi Festival, which symbolizes the passing of winter and the coming of spring, and can be used to worship ancestors