Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Zuo Shifei was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that he would have such an elegant moment in his life, and immediately Xinxin obeyed his words, stepped forward courageously, held a piece of ink ingot firmly, and pointed like a goshawk pouncing a rabbit, like a hungry tiger pouncing a sheep with his wrist With such force, he fell on the dusty blue and white inkstone hall, which was ruthlessly ravaged.

What Mo Mo pays attention to is like a sick man, like a boudoir, like a gentle wind and light rain, but this Shuozi is like a strong man, like a robber, like a thunderbolt.

On one side of the inkstone, the ink foam was overflowing with coarse slag, Zuo Shifei didn't know how to add water at any time, the thing that was ground was as thick as a bowl of jelly, most of it fell to the ground whole when turned over, Mu Zishi looked coldly After watching for a moment, he threw away the pen.

Zuo Shifei stretched out his hand to poke the ink, and it seemed that he couldn't dip it with a pen. He was quite embarrassed and said, "Wipe your ass with chaff, I'm not such a material..."

Mu Zishi couldn't help laughing or crying when he heard him speak so dirty, and couldn't help snorting.

Zuo Shifei said sincerely: "I was wrong, I ruined your ink."

Mu Zishi said: "You are right, it is my fault."

Zuo Shifei hurriedly said: "No, no... how could it be your fault..."

Mu Zishi's thick and beautiful eyebrows raised: "I shouldn't let you grind ink. Isn't it my fault that you are overqualified and use giant wood as chopsticks?"

Zuo Shifei's cheeks blushed, looked at Mu Zishi's expression, but couldn't see why, he was speechless for a while, until he saw a narrow smile in his dark green eyes, then suddenly smiled and said: "You turned the corner and scolded me."

Seeing that he was very friendly to him, Mu Zishi had a thought, added clean water to grind the thick ink a little, changed a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote the three characters Zuo Shifei, after thinking about it, and then He wrote four lines of verse, and said softly: "The master said that your name is these three characters, Zuo Shifei, um, it's a good name... I advise you to taste the green fermented grains, and teach people to pick up the red calyx. Fei Teng surpasses Jingyun , the high wind blows my body."

He smiled and asked, "Do you know him?"

Zuo Shifei saw him walking around with a pen in his clothes, and then saw the ink dripping on the snow-white paper, it was really too beautiful to behold, he stayed for a while, but said: "They know me, but I have no friendship with them... I can't read."

Mu Zishi pointed and said, "This is your name, isn't it pretty?"

Zuo Shifei picked up the paper carefully and said in a low voice, "It's pretty."

Mu Zishi suddenly felt that Zuo Shifei looked like a young animal, with a straightforward and simple innocence, and he felt more confident in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then I will give it to you, do you like it?"

Zuo Shifei was overjoyed: "I like it!"

Mu Zishi: "It's fine if you like it... But you are favored by others, and you are the master of Shuo in the village. You will definitely not be ungrateful. You must repay me one or two times so that you can feel at ease, right?"

Zuo Shifei was taken aback for a moment: "I only know how to wield swords and guns, why don't I teach you my favorite martial art?"

Mu Zishi was furious. He hated nothing more than practicing martial arts and fighting. Back then, he and Qi Wu were as brotherly as brothers. Fei, a crude bandit who was about to be beheaded sooner or later, dared to take this as repayment?I hate it so much that my teeth are about to be crushed!

His eyelashes trembled, but he smiled and said, "No need, it's the same for you to teach Shao Chong. That's right, the big master didn't let me see Shao Chong, but he didn't say he wouldn't let me write to him... Can you help me?" I'll bring him a letter."

Zuo Shifei hesitated for a moment.

Mu Zishi took a look at his expression and hurriedly said: "Why don't I stop writing letters, and just draw a picture to make him happy, you can understand it too, don't worry about me secretly messaging him, okay?"

Originally, he was advancing with retreat, not to mention that Zuo Shifei didn't dare to send the letter, even if he dared to send it, he didn't dare to write it himself, and Zuo Shifei couldn't agree to deliver the letter, he must have felt guilty in his heart, and let him send a painting , he will definitely agree.The so-called method is almost the only way to get it, and it should be the case.

Sure enough, Zuo Shifei nodded: "Okay!"

He asked again: "How do you grow your hands? Alas, you can even draw!"

The voice was full of surprise and envy.

Mu Zishi said: "I'll show you the painting. If there are any deficiencies, Brother Suozi has insight, please let me know."

He learned everything from the masters in the palace. He is good at landscapes, flowers and birds.

Zuo Shifei said modestly: "No, no, I don't know how to teach you... Even if there is any deficiency, I can't see it with my discerning eyes."

Mu Zishi couldn't help laughing, there seemed to be a starlight in his pupils, and then he lowered his eyes and concentrated, and finished the painting in a short time.

Zuo Shifei picked it up, took a look, and praised: "It's so interesting!"

The composition of this painting is simple, exuding an extremely homely and warm atmosphere. In the picture, two children are sitting at a semi-old table, with two bowls of tofu nao in front of them, and a plate of steamed buns and shredded pickles on the table. There is a thin old man, wearing a cotton cap, tilting his head as if listening. One of the children is talking with his head up, just like the younger Mu Zishi. The other is eating and drinking, but the outline is vaguely recognizable. It was his younger brother Mu Shaochong who came out.

Zuo Shifei was once abandoned by his elder brother and thus fell into the mountains. Although his bold and unrestrained temperament has long been out of his mind, he still felt something when he saw this picture, and asked in a low voice: "Is this when your brothers were young? How long are you waiting for?" Chong is really good..."

Mu Zishi said: "Shao Chong likes to eat tofu nao. I used to take him there to eat... Although he can't see me now, he will definitely be happier seeing this painting."

Zuo Shifei lowered his head and put away the painting: "Don't worry, even if big brother blames me this time, I will help you."

When Qi Shaochong received this painting, he could tell from the strength of the brushwork that Mu Zishi's injury had healed. He couldn't help being overjoyed, his eyes were red: "Thank you, Brother Suozi!"

Turning on the light at night to look carefully, but saw another mystery.

In the painting, Mu Zishi wears a knife at his waist, but what he hangs is a jade pendant. Mu Zishi is exquisitely painted, and the two characters like mosquito feet on the jade pendant are clearly recognizable. Qi Shaochong whispered: "No disease...no disease ?”

Looking at the scene in the painting again, it was the morning when they escaped from Chenjing, and the two were eating tofu nao at Old Man Hu's breakfast shop.Qi Shaochong wasn't the kind of quick-witted person who could catch clues just by looking at the corners of his eyes and brows. Fortunately, he knew Mu Zishi's original intentions and understood that this painting must have a purpose, so he held his head and thought hard.

Ever since one of his legs was broken, Xiao Fang had been very convinced by Qi Shaochong. Seeing his wrinkled brows and staring eyes, Xiao Fang hurried over and said, "What's wrong?"

Qi Shaochong said: "It's nothing, my brother drew a picture for me."

Xiao Fang is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and has a lively and troublesome temper. He opened his mouth and shouted: "Your brother? He is as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, but he dared to contradict the boss and was whipped like a sika deer." that?"

Qi Shaochong was very unwilling to answer his nonsense, so he just hummed.

Xiao Fang looked at the painting clearly, but became even more excited: "Do you eat tofu nao? Tofu nao is the best. Yellow fungus and eggs... This dry old man sells tofu brains, right? Your brother seems to be talking to him, the painting is really good!"

Hearing this, Qi Shaohong's eyes lit up, and he had already woken up.

Mu Zishi only painted the scene of eating bean curd brains, just to be on guard against anyone asking about his life experience, he would get involved with what he said to Old Man Hu that day.And the word Wubing on the jade around his waist corresponds to the Wushang on his knife. It seems that Ge Shu Yepo must have become suspicious of that knife. You need to know that Qi Wushang is famous all over the world, and this place is close to Yong Cool, it's not uncommon for people to speculate.If brother Shu Yepo asks about this in the future, he only needs to insist that the knife and jade pendant are just family heirlooms, and that he lost his jade pendant on the way.

After trying to understand the deep meaning contained in it, Qi Shaochong let out a long breath. From now on, he can sit back and relax and don't have to worry about being torn apart by Mu Zishi without half a dirty word. It's like taking a cold bath on a hot day, every pore is refreshed Easy!

The foodie Xiaofang next to his ear was still nagging: "... Chicken and duck are both delicious, but chicken is tenderer than duck and duck is more fragrant than chicken. In fact, the dumpling meal yesterday was delicious, right? Spring leek and wild pork Stuffing, don't rush, you have eaten seventy or eighty, right?"

Qi Shaochong refused to admit it: "Not that many."

Xia Houyue, who was smiling at the side, interjected, "Shao Chong ate 65, and Xiao Fang ate [-]."

Xia Houyue is very good at martial arts and is especially good at archery. He can shoot swan arrows with one hand and is as good as Zuo Shifei, so he knows the number of dumplings very well, and everyone has no objection.

Song Chang was taken off the captain's position in the latest test due to his broken head. He was quite upset and said, "Two idiots!"

Xia Houyue smiled and said, "You only ate 83 of them, and the size of this rice bucket is probably slightly bigger than theirs."

Everyone laughed, Song Chang was not narrow-minded, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Xiahou, you eat so hard, no wonder you don't gain weight after eating."

Mu Zishi passed on the painting for the first time very smoothly, Zuo Shifei smiled and told him quietly: "Shao Chong said that the incident of eating tofu nao that day is vivid in my memory, and I will never forget it."

Mu Zishi smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you Brother Suozi! How about...I'll give you a picture, okay?"

Zuo Shifei was overjoyed, and immediately put on a heroic posture, and loosened his skirt to reveal some chest muscles: "Come here!"

Mu Zishi saw that his face was open to the king to pick and choose, he couldn't help laughing secretly: "Then I'm here!"

With a few strokes, he outlined a human figure, but it was a figure from the back holding a horse with a long knife hanging from his waist, and mentioned a poem at the side: I found the sword head, but I don't know why.Holding the green snake tail in one hand, and a few inches of Bifeng's head.It is suspected to kill the whale salamander, otherwise it will stab the jiaoqiu.Lost in the soil, abandoned and no one accepts it.I have a disdainful nature, so hard but not soft.Do not bend the sword lightly and straightly, it is still better than a straight hook.

When the pen and ink were dry, I recited it softly, and said with a smile, "This poem is perfect for you."

When he recited the poems, his rhythmic sounds were like Linlang, and Zuo Shifei felt as if he was hearing fairy music for a while, and then he asked after a long time, "What does this poem... mean?"

Mu Zishi laughed and said, "This is a compliment to you for being upright and straightforward, like the tip of a sword."

Zuo Shifei took the painting with both hands, and was praised again, the petals in his heart stretched and bloomed, he was so happy that he could only smile.

In fact, when Mu Zishi picked this poem, he had the intention of admiring Zuo Shifei, but he also had some malicious intentions. It should be known that this poem was written by Bai Letian, and it was called Zhejiantou. The head of the sword is to express one's heart, while the breaking of the sword means death and destruction. Comparing people with swords is naturally not a good word of prayer and blessing.

As for why the back is painted, one is to take its demeanor and momentum, not to be taken away by the appearance, and the other is to hide the meaning of rebelling against the imperial court and the bandits.

It's just that Zuo Shifei doesn't know what it means, even Ge Shuye and Qi Shaochong can't fully understand it. Mu Zishi's unkind and boring behavior can be seen.

Zuo Shifei over there had just put away the painting as if it were an arch, while Mu Zishi had already painted another picture of brothers reading at night, and begged softly: "Brother Suozi, Shaochong is young, you said Fenglin camp The training is very hard, I am very worried, I think he also cares about me... this, please pass it on to him."

Zuo Shifei agreed without hesitation, and Mu Zishi smiled and said, "Tell him not to think wildly when he sees the painting, so that he can learn martial arts from you."

There is no other intention in the night reading picture this time, it is just a cover for the last time.

If you only gave Qi Shao a painting, Ge Shuye Pocheng Mansion is deep and delicate, if you use it to contemplate it, it may reveal a flaw, but one after another, you will send a few paintings from time to time, and you will only tell your brother The past is interesting, and the first one is annihilated, so that people can no longer doubt it. Even if Ge Shu Yepo looks at it on a whim, he is not a god who has the ability to see and see. In the painting of outing or eating fruit, identifying the clue of eating tofu brain is tantamount to looking for snakes in the grass and analyzing soil in the sand.

Brother Shu Yepo came back to the house that day, his expression was the same as usual, he saw Mu Zishi was in a daze, and asked, "Are you bored? Why don't you draw?"

Mu Zishi sat on the chair, didn't get up, and said calmly, "It's just a bird. If it's locked up for ten and a half months, it must not be in the mood to sing."

Ge Shu Ye broke into a smile, and said: "I don't think you are idle. Poetry expresses ambition and painting conveys meaning, doesn't it? Nankeshan's shuttle has almost become Mu Gongzi's slave... save your life , I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.”

Hearing that there was a lot of mystery in his words, Mu Zishi felt a slight numbness in the back of his neck, but his heart was vigilant, but his face smiled clearly: "Then let me go back, I should do good deeds, and the descendants of Fuyin will not say anything." , even the dead souls of the ancestors can also transcend the noble way."

Ge Shuye's ashen eyes were as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Gold belts for killing people and setting fire to them, no corpses for repairing bridges and paving roads... Mr. Mu is a smart man, don't you understand this truth?"