The peasant boy of crossing

After sending Wu Su away, Li Xinyi turned around and walked back.

The sky was getting colder, he looked up and saw that the sky was extraordinarily blue and high.

The other courtyard was still the same as when he first came, very quiet, no laughter could be heard, and no one was sitting under the window sill, reading a book.

Li Xinyi wants to live in another place.

Originally, it was because of Wu Su that he lived in the other courtyard. Now that Wu Su has gone back, it is not suitable for him to live here alone.

I have to find a dental office, ask about house rental, and just find a small house in the market to live in a lively place.

He counted the money he brought, plus some of the unsettled bills of Moquan Pavilion, even if he stopped painting for a while and saved a little, it would be enough to live for several years.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that his skills could support him temporarily.

After hiding the money again, Li Xinyi washed her hands and continued to finish the painting that he had been delaying for several days.

After painting for so many years, his brushwork has matured a lot compared to the initial immature.

Flowers have thousands of postures, and so do leaves.Of course they are all beautiful, but the painter must first perceive this beauty before he can fully present the beauty.

This kind of beauty is not entirely lines, but a kind of artistic conception, which Li Xinyi calls imagination.

For example, the flowers in the rain and the flowers in the snow, the flowers growing on the cliffs and the flowers growing in the water, whether the flower is picked by a butterfly or a bee, whether it is a child or an old man, all need imagination to outline.

Li Xinyi is sometimes amazed by the lines she draws, but feels that the road of painting may never end.

He can feel that his wild way seems to have reached a bottleneck, as if something is lacking, but he can't figure it out.

There is no identical leaf in the world, and naturally there is no identical flower.

Every time Li Xinyi writes, she tries to stretch the petals and leaves as much as possible.He couldn't make the leaves curl up, or the flowers wither.

He has too many worries about painting.

After painting for three days in a row, Li Xinyi picked out a few paintings that she felt satisfied with, and prepared to go to Moquan Pavilion.

When he was about to leave, he realized that he did not have a carriage.

Looking at the road leading to the distance in front of the door, he thought, is it possible that he has to walk across it with his legs?

Going around in the other courtyard, Li Xinyi finally found the old housekeeper who was repairing dead branches in a certain corner.

"Old man." He made a bow and said, "I would like to ask the old man to borrow a carriage."

The old butler stopped what he was doing and said, "Then follow me."

Li Xinyi was very grateful, and followed the old housekeeper to the stable.

There are two horses in the stables, both elderly but clearly well cared for.

The old housekeeper asked the horse breeder for a few words. The horse breeder was also an old man with a dissatisfied expression on his wrinkled face.

The old steward praised him and his horses, and the horse breeder became proud again, as if he had gone back to the time when he couldn't do without his horses.

Li Xinyi looked at the horse of unknown age, and watched it being harnessed into the carriage.

He stroked the horse's mane and felt for no reason that the horse seemed to be very proud.

Li Xinyi also became happy, as if she was with the old people and saw how vigorous they were when they were young.

The horse breeder confirmed several times that he really knew how to drive, and only then let his beloved horse go out.

The carriage walked very slowly, but Li Xinyi was not in a hurry. He liked to walk slowly on the street, passing by the hustle and bustle, with a trace of lively atmosphere, and he felt no loneliness.

He was thinking about his paintings, thinking about someone saying that he likes his paintings because the agility in the paintings surprises him, and he can feel that every painting has his inner vitality.

But some people said that he just likes this painting and hopes that Li Xinyi can paint him another painting that is exactly the same.

If two paintings in the world are exactly the same, then one of them must be a fake.

Even though Li Xinyi is a painter herself, but some lines are slightly curved, they can only be drawn at that moment, and then deliberately traced, not only time-consuming, but also lose the naturalness in the end.

He only drew it once, and when someone asked for it again, he would not accept it no matter what.

There are also painters who make a living by copying fakes. The more skilled the painter is, the more realistic the fakes will be, and the higher the price will be.

Li Xinyi is a selfish person, let him imitate others wholeheartedly against his own will, he thinks he can't do it.

Not to mention that every painter has his own painting habits, the shape can be imitated, but the character cannot.

When she came to Moquan Pavilion, Li Xinyi saw two of her paintings hanging in a conspicuous place at a glance.

A young man is commenting on his paintings to his friends.

Li Xinyi came to look for Guanshi Liu, but the clerk said that Guanshi Liu was still in the warehouse and asked him to wait for a while.

He had no choice but to walk a few steps casually, looking at the hanging paintings.

"He can only paint these gaudy flowers. Even if it is the elegant orchid, he will not be half elegant when he paints it."

Li Xinyi suddenly heard someone commenting on herself, so she approached quietly, even though she knew there was nothing good to say, she couldn't help but want to hear what she could say.

The young man obviously got excited when he said something, not only spattered, but also danced.

"Look at the leaves of this peony, they are too broad. Have you ever seen peony leaves like this, and the color is too bright, it doesn't look like a painting, but looks like flowers embroidered on an old lady's brocade quilt."

As the man spoke, he couldn't help laughing, and concluded: "It's so vulgar, it's hard to be elegant."

His friend said: "I look at this painting, "The Light Boat Has Passed Ten Thousand Mountains".

The man snorted coldly: "There are so many landscape paintings of this kind, it seems that the gods have not yet arrived. What's more, he draws well, and it's obviously because he quoted Lay Qinglian's poems."

Li Xinyi sized up the speaker, her face was pale and brocade, her fingers were delicate and callous-free, there was nothing worth caring about.

He wanted to walk away a little, but he heard the man say something more.

"A few days ago, Miss Axue from Yicuijuli made a picture of Molan, which was really elegant and beautiful. At that time, there was a kind of yellow butterfly flying over and mistakenly thought it was a real flower. Guess what, it turned out to be a flower. There is also the fragrance of orchids in the ink, which makes people intoxicated when they smell it."

His friend asked: "Miss Axue, which Axue is it?"

The man said: "It's Hua Yingxue."

The obedient person showed a complicated expression: "It's her, but her paintings are not brilliant, and they are just sensationalizing from the sidelines. But her sister, the paintings she draws are somewhat sincere."

It was the first time the man had heard of it, and asked, "I didn't know that Miss Axue had an older sister?"

The friend said: "You came to Hangzhou for the first time, but you didn't know that Miss Axue is two people. Hua Yingxue has a twin sister named Hua Chexue. Although she is not as good-looking as her sister, she is also a beautiful person."

The man smiled and said, "I don't know which lucky person can accept both of their sisters at the same time."

The friend said: "It's so easy for Yicuiju to let their sisters go."

Li Xinyi didn't want to continue listening, at this moment, Liu Guanshi finally came back from the warehouse.

Seeing Li Xinyi, he quickly greeted him and entered the inner room.

Li Xinyi handed over the paintings in her hand, and Liu Guanshi unfolded them one by one. There was no such weird and bold painting as last time, so she accepted the painting with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Liu Guanshi said: "At the end of the month, Mr. Li, please come again, and we will settle the account."

Li Xinyi nodded and said: "Yesterday, I received a letter from Mr. Zhao, saying that three days later, there will be a banquet in Wushan's other courtyard. What's going on?"

Liu Guanshi said: "Since it is Mr. Zhao's intention, Mr. Li doesn't need to worry about it. Naturally, someone will take care of the banquet. You only need to sit in the other courtyard and attend together when the time comes."

Li Xinyi said: "Since Mr. Zhao is going to hold a banquet, it is too inappropriate for me to live in another courtyard. I will pack up when I go back and find a hostel to live in first."

Liu Guanshi hurriedly said: "Mr. Li, don't be so anxious, this banquet is just for you."

Li Xinyi was puzzled: "Us?"

Liu Guanshi explained: "It's still about giving birthday presents on Halloween. I shouldn't have said this. Mr. Zhao held a banquet and invited a painter, and then we discussed painting together."

Li Xinyi was stunned: "Is that so?"

Liu Guanshi said: "Since I said it, you might as well get to the bottom of it. Mr. Zhao wants to paint a heroic epic painting and dedicate it to the current Holy Majesty."

Li Xinyi was surprised: "A heroic epic?"

Guanshi Liu felt that he had said enough and had exhausted his benevolence, so he prepared to serve tea to the guests. He still had a lot of things to do.

Li Xinyi said goodbye wisely and walked out of the inner room.

When they came out, the two young men were no longer there.

Li Xinyi has been thinking about the four words "heroic epic", wondering in her heart, there are so many heroes in history, which hero's deeds can be favored by Zhao Yuanwei.

Still epic.It's a pity that he doesn't read much, and he really doesn't know much about this aspect. It's better to look through Du Shaoling's poetry collection when he goes back.

After getting into the carriage, Li Xinyi suddenly didn't want to go back to the other courtyard, so she drove the carriage around.

He is not very familiar with Hangzhou City, but one thing is that he has a good sense of direction, no matter where he is, as long as he has been there once, he will not forget it in a short time.

This is related to his experience of almost getting lost when he was young. From then on, he will unconsciously remember the way he came.

Li Xinyi thought of the last time she went to Zhao Mansion, passing a wonton shop, and thought of the shop owner and his brother.

It happened that he had nowhere to go, thinking that it would be nice to have a bowl of wontons, so he drove the carriage and walked forward slowly.

When Li Xinyi arrived, it was time for dinner.

The wonton shop was still so lively and busy, Li Xinyi parked the carriage aside, and only wanted a small bowl of wonton.

The wontons were still delicious, but for some reason, he felt sad after eating them.

It's like suffocating loneliness, but it's not like it.

Two porters came over, their faces were dark but their muscles were strong, they put down their burdens and walked into the shop.

When they came back, they each took a big bowl, as if they were very hungry, and they were not afraid of being hot, so they quickly finished half of the bowl.

The wontons in this shop are actually quite solid, with plenty of fillings, but Li Xinyi feels that if she is extremely hungry, eating wontons will not fill her up.

Soon, they each took out a paper bag, which contained four neat flatbreads, divided into two each, and ate the remaining wontons with big mouthfuls.

Li Xinyi suddenly felt that the previous sadness was a bit ridiculous. Everyone is living very hard and will never give up no matter how hard it is.

In comparison, he, a person who has lived a less difficult life in this life because of the memories of his previous life, should be more satisfied.

He quickly lowered his head and continued to eat the wontons in the bowl, but he didn't know that tears were streaming down his face.

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow (o^^o)