The peasant boy of crossing

At dawn on the second day, Li Xinyi woke up.

He didn't sleep soundly at first, and the sound of talking made him feel restless.

Due to the lack of sleep and the dull pain in the head, I was stunned for a while before realizing where I was.

Feeling excited, she immediately sat up, only to realize that only Liu Yao was still making the quilt in the room, and everyone else had gone out.

Li Xinyi rubbed her eyes and said, "Morning, where have they all gone?"

Liu Yao sat down and put on her shoes, and replied: "It's getting late, if it's later, breakfast will be gone."

Li Xinyi hurriedly got up and put on her clothes, hurriedly folded the quilt, and said, "Wait, let's go together."

Go to the kitchen where everyone else is.

There were two steamed buns and a pot of porridge left on the stove, Li Xinyi and Liu Yao filled the porridge, and each of them ate the steamed buns.

After a while, the steward Qian came.

"Old Mr. Gui will arrive today, you go to the studio and wait. Please be diligent."

Everyone should be.

Li Xinyi quickly stuffed the last mouthful of steamed buns into her mouth, drank the last bit of porridge, and went to the studio to wait.

The studio is the meditation room that Zhao Yun brought them to live yesterday.

When I came back today, there was already a lot more.

Standing in the middle is the long case, which occupies almost half of the room.

There were a lot of boxes on the ground, Yu Jing quietly opened them up a little bit, everyone looked over and gasped.

It's a full box of mineral pigments.Looking at the color, it should be ocher.

Zhou Zi opened the box next to it. It was shell powder, powder made from scallop shells.

Some of the boxes were locked, and others were opened, but inside were hermetically sealed porcelain jars.

In addition, there are silk and paper, pen and ink, and everyone stopped moving after a glance.

Each finds a place or sits or stands.

After a long time, Yu Jing finally sighed, "How much is this?"

Everyone is a painter, so naturally they know how expensive paint, silk paper, and brush and ink can be in terms of top-grade paint.

But right now, no one was thinking about it, and everyone's minds and eyes were occupied by Mr. Gui who was coming.

Zhu Long lay in front of the window, watching the movement outside.

Unfortunately, there was not even a chirping sparrow, and it was very quiet outside.

In fact, since Zhao Yun said Mr. Gui would take them to paint together, the meaning of the whole thing has changed.

Being able to keep up with Mr. Gui for a few days, what you can learn may be better than your own experience for several years.

Mr. Gui became famous when he was young, with figures and landscapes, Buddhist and Taoist flowers and birds, and freehand brushwork.Everything is perfect, everything is fine.

Moreover, Mr. Gui is unruly by nature and loves to travel.When he was young, he was called to the court because of his good painting, and studied painting with many famous teachers.But in the end, he left the caged land and found freedom in the mountains.

Usually people don't know where Mr. Gui has traveled until they know where Mr. Gui's paintings appear again.

It has been a long time since I heard news of old Mr. Gui. I didn't expect that he would be invited by Zhao Yun, and what I didn't expect was that they would have the opportunity to directly contact this famous person.

Several people were a little restless.

Zhou Zi said: "Guess what old Mr. Gui looks like?"

Zhu Long said: "The reputation of the old man has nothing to do with his appearance. Others think that I am a blacksmith when they look at me. Who would have thought that I am a paintbrush."

Yu Jing said: "I feel that people who have reached Mr. Gui's level can no longer be viewed by the world's standards. Have you seen the "86 Immortal Scroll"?"

Liu Yao sneered and said, "Where can we see the real work?"

Yu Jing was not annoyed, and said: "Of course, the original work is not something that ordinary people can see, but there are some people who have made a copy. The immortal looks like he is about to ascend to immortality. He is obviously still, but he looks like he is about to move." , it’s impossible to do it without a magic pen.”

Zhou Zi also sighed: "If it was the original, then the gods should have already ascended to immortality."

Hua Chexue, who had been quiet all the time, said: "Since you are a fairy, how can you be promoted to a fairy?"

She questioned: "Besides, there is no way to copy the works of immortals. The "86 Immortals Volume" you mentioned is probably not fabricated?"

Liu Yao clarified: ""86 Immortal Volume" is indeed written by the old man."

Zhu Long also nodded and said: "This painting is quite famous. Emperor Zhang couldn't put it down. He said that he would bring the original to the imperial mausoleum in a hundred years. It should have been annihilated by now."

Zhou Zi laughed and said: "Women have long hair but short knowledge. It is decent to go home and nurse children to serve your husband. If you come out, you will only be ashamed of yourself."

Hua Chexue's face flushed when she heard the words, but she was indeed ignorant, so she pursed her lips and didn't say anything to refute.

Li Xinyi knows that many men in this world look down on women, and he has no intention of changing the stereotype of these people, but after all, they are all in a team, and the atmosphere should not be too rigid whether they are working or not.

Seeing that none of the people were trying to smooth things over, he said: "It used to be a pity that it was hard to see Mr. Gui's facsimile. Now I didn't expect to have such an opportunity to meet the real person. As long as you can see Mr. Gui holding the pen , even if you draw a line on paper, it is also authentic.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone showed their faces.

Indeed.

In anticipation, old Mr. Gui finally came.

It was a rare good day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining.

Under the glare of the sun, Li Xinyi didn't see Mr. Gui's true face clearly, and suddenly felt heavy.

It turned out that because Hua Chexue was too excited, she wanted to scream but could only hold back, and she passed out.

Li Xinyi tried her best to support her, but she didn't know where to put her hands, so she had to support her shoulders.

Then I looked around and wanted to find someone to help me.

But everyone was looking in Mr. Gui's direction.

Li Xinyi also looked over. A very handsome old man seemed to come with colorful auspicious lights, which made people forget the world when they saw it.

For a moment, he also forgot that there was another person's body supported by his hands.

As soon as she let go of her hand, there was a "bang", and Miss Axue fell face down.

This voice startled Mr. Gui and Mr. Zhao beside him.

It was Yu Jing who was vigilant and had a strong desire to survive, so he quickly dragged Hua Chexue away.

Zhao Yun said: "The woman is weak, and she faints when the sun shines. I have sent someone to look at it. Please, old man."

Only then did Mr. Gui look away, and walked towards the Daxiong Hall.

After offering incense and worshiping Buddha, Mr. Gui came to the studio.

Hua Chexue was already awake when she was dragged away. Fortunately, she just fainted and didn't do anything too embarrassing, so everyone was waiting by the side.

Looking at the furnishings in the studio, Gui Zhuo smiled and said, "Master Zhao has a heart."

Zhao Yun said: "Mr. Gui can come, the younger generation is very grateful."

Gui Zhuo said, "How many of them are the ones I want?"

Zhao Yun said: "Yes, they are all recruited according to the old man's wishes."

Gui Zhuo then showed a kind smile and said to them: "Let's all introduce ourselves."

What an honor it is to be able to leave a name in front of old Mr. Gui.

Zhu Long stood at the front, incoherent with excitement.

He wanted to introduce himself well, but his mouth seemed to be sealed by something, and finally he only uttered six words: "Student Jiangyin Zhulong."

So the few remaining people can only register their numbers according to this template.

"Student Xinghua Yu Jing."

"Student Ning Hai Zhou Zi."

"Jingning Li Xinyi."

"Fuyang Liuyao."

"Quanzhou, the flowers are in the snow."

Seeing Hua Chexue, Gui Zhuo seemed very happy: "How are you, girl."

Mr. Gui is old after all, although his appearance does not tell how old he is this year.

But this person has gone through four dynasties, and there must not be much left in the future.

Everyone didn't waste time, and the painting work started soon.

The work at the beginning was relatively simple, one was grinding and bagging.

The other is to adjust the glue, which is to adjust the ground pigment powder and glue according to a certain ratio.

But then, Li Xinyi and the others were too busy to even have a bite of food.

Only then did I know why they were arranged to sleep in the same bedroom.

Because it is convenient for Mr. Gui to call for someone at any time.

"This color needs to be spread evenly, use a brush to brush it several times." Gui Zhuo pointed to a corner of the man's clothes in the painting.

Zhu Long quickly said: "Yes!"

As he said that, he quickly dipped the paint with a brush, and used the brush to brush repeatedly in this corner.

Shell powder is more difficult to dye, but the color will not oxidize and fall off.

Zhu Long patiently spread the color evenly.

Here Li Xinyi is sketching a peony ornament on a woman's head.

At the same time, for the lotus flower decoration on the clothes, there are more than thirty or forty delicate flowers waiting for him to paint.

Yu Jing is good at drawing horses, so the five-meter-long scroll and about a hundred horses will be drawn by him.

Zhou Zi is good at painting landscapes and flowers, and Liu Yao is good at coloring. They each have their own division of labor.

As for Hua Chexue, because she is fast, efficient, and has thin fingers.

So the job of adjusting the glue is all done by her.

As for Gui Zhuo, he only did one thing.

Finishing touch.

After getting along for three days, Li Xinyi looked at Mr. Gui and no longer felt that he was attractive.

I feel that he is handsome when he was young, and he is still handsome when he is old.

But the finishing touch of the old gentleman is really not fake.

Under everyone's gaze, Mr. Gui used a brush, dipped in the freshly ground ink, and lightly dabbed a little in Kong's eye sockets.

The beautiful woman looked forward to flying.

The heroic soldiers are not angry and arrogant.

The originally static picture scroll became dynamic in an instant.

Looking at the finished painting, Li Xinyi truly realized that the painting is alive.

Mr. Gui Lao has never talked about the theory of painting, but Li Xinyi can detect his attitude towards painting from his every move.

He is not painting, he is creating a world.

Except for the eyes, almost the whole painting was pieced together by Li Xinyi and several people, and the painting style is not uniform.

But how to put it together, how to put it together, and what to use to put it together, are all completed under the guidance of Mr. Gui.

Especially the magic touch at the end.

The original painting has been upgraded several grades in an instant.

It can indeed bear the word exquisite.

For four days and three nights, Li Xinyi couldn't imagine how she got here.

It seems that all the minds are tied by the painting.

After eating a few mouthfuls of food and sleeping for a long time, there is no impression at all.

Not only Li Xinyi, but also Zhu Long and the others.

I still remember that when they lived together for the first night, they had to sarcastically say a few words to each other.

Now that the pillow is stained, I can't even take care of washing.

Even though Zhu Long was still snoring like thunder, no one tossed and turned on the bed anymore.

When Li Xinyi woke up again, the sky had already dimmed.

Liu Yao and Zhou Zi are still asleep, but Zhu Long and Yu Jing are not there.

He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and opened the door carefully.

A gust of wind blows, bringing coolness.

Li Xinyi sat on the steps, looking at the courtyard wall in front.

Occasionally monks passed by, and they were not surprised to see Li Xinyi.

As if he didn't exist.

But Li Xinyi felt it from the painting.

He really does exist, and he derives unprecedented satisfaction from painting.

In this late autumn season, outside the meditation room by the West Lake.

He saw himself.