Qin Xiang

"This is our wish, please keep it. I don't know what to call you?" Gan Luo shyly shoved the knife and coin into the old woman's hand.Don't look at this old lady's age, but she has been well maintained, her palms are tender and smooth, and she has been pampered for a long time.But different from ordinary women, she raised her brows and eyes, and carried a sharp aura in her gestures.

Because of this, Gan Luo was extremely embarrassed by the enthusiastic old woman, and took advantage of the money to break free.

"Why are you being polite? Do I still need these knives from you? My single name is Qing, and everyone calls me Mrs. Qing." Mrs. Qing motioned to Gan Luo to help her go in, and said, "I It's just to help out because you look cute, little guy."

Gan Luo took back the knife and coins in embarrassment. If he continued to shirk, it would not be beautiful.

Seeing that he was obedient, Mrs. Qing's smile deepened, and fine wrinkles formed at the corners of her eyes. These fine lines did not affect her appearance, but instead gave her a bit more mature charm.She seemed to particularly like teenagers, and the waiters in the yard were either girls or teenagers. Seeing Mrs. Qing leading three strangers in, they all said hello.

"If I hadn't happened to walk to the gate, I wouldn't have seen such a handsome young man like you." Mrs. Qing said proudly, "Ah Luo, what do you want to eat? I'll ask the cook to do it."

Gan Luo had never met such a resolute woman before, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at his brother.Qiu Wuxue nodded, and followed Gan Luo and Mrs. Qing silently. He was only responsible for Gan Luo's safety. For such an indifferent person, the most impatient thing was interpersonal communication.And Daniel, with the same enthusiasm, had already followed the housekeeper to pack Gan Luo's residence. They had a lot of luggage, all of which were carried on Daniel's body.

Gan Luo noticed a bamboo board hanging in the main room, on which a woman with a gnat's head and crescent eyebrows was painted. She looked at a cluster of flowers on the ground and smiled slightly.The most wonderful thing is that the color of this painting is only extraordinarily bright red. The woman's ruddy lips, magenta skirt, and that clump of bright red flowers complement each other, clearly showing her own beauty.Gan Luo couldn't help but be amazed.

He stared at it obsessively, but Mrs. Qing didn't bother her, she stood in front of the painting with him, looking at the painting with gentle eyes, even the sharpness of the eyebrows and eyes was reduced a bit, as if she was a A kind and ordinary old lady.

When Gan Luo came back to his senses, he quickly apologized for his rudeness.

Only then did Mrs. Qing say: "This painting is my favorite. Over the years, no matter where I go, I always take it with me and hang it in the most conspicuous place."

"This paint, is it cinnabar? This vermilion can still be so bright after so many years, it must be produced by the best cinnabar mine."

"That's right, Mr. Xiaolang has good eyesight. This painting was carved with a knife and painted with red cinnabar. The color will not fade after a long time. My husband's family sells cinnabar. I'm not boasting. This cinnabar is better than yours." It’s even better if you use it. It’s a pity that I still sell it to the palace.” Mrs. Qing said proudly, she became a widow when she was young, she had no children, and she didn’t want to remarry, so she devoted herself to the cinnabar business of her husband’s family In the past, after so many years of hard work, the scale of this industry has expanded to the top five in Qin State, so she treats Zhu Sha like her own child, and she is full of pride when she mentions it.She is getting older, but her ambition has not disappeared. She wants to do her best in this career.Otherwise, she is an old woman, what else can she do?

Gan Luo said with admiration: "I used to only know that cinnabar can be used for writing, but I didn't expect it to be used for painting. It's really wonderful. Such an idea is really amazing. I don't know if I can meet the painter. See?" Gan Luo is a traditional literati, and when he sees a precious calligraphy, he can't help yearning for it and develops a friendship.

Mrs. Qing's eyes were a little moist. She wiped the corners of her eyes, then looked at Gan Luo tenderly and said, "When my husband was still alive, he liked to use cinnabar for painting because his family produced cinnabar. If he was still alive, I must be very happy to be friends with you."

"Sorry, I don't know..." Gan Luo suddenly became overwhelmed, he didn't know how to comfort the widow who lost her beloved.

"I'm not sad. He's tied me down with a painting for decades, so what's he not satisfied with?" No matter how strong Mrs. Qing is, she still has a feminine softness in her heart. Stealing your heart is a lifetime thing.She is a widow who takes care of a large family. She is very miserable. She usually goes out to do business with men, and she often hears gossip.However, as long as she thinks of her beloved who is buried in the ground, she will not suffer anymore. She must live a healthy life before she has the face to meet him on the road to the underworld.

Gan Luo deeply believed that around him, whether it was his parents, or his sister and brother-in-law, they all knew each other, were noisy, and lived affectionately. Can feel some.

Seeing Mrs. Qing's way of missing her beloved, he also had some thoughts in his heart.He thought that when he was going to marry a wife in the future, he would also find someone with the same mind as him, no matter how beautiful or ugly, age, or status, he would live his life in such a plain but warm way, if one person goes first, the other person can still Happy nostalgia.Just like sister Yu'er said, there is a couple for a lifetime, and if there is one more, the taste will change.

Mrs. Qing didn't know that her longing for her deceased husband had aroused the hazy feelings of Gan Luo's youth.Gan Luo praised Mrs. Qing very seriously: "Madam, this painting is a priceless treasure. Whether it is the ingenuity of bamboo and cinnabar or the brushwork, it is excellent. Just looking at the woman in this painting, I You can feel the love hidden in it, which is really convincing. Nowadays, there is only calligraphy. If this kind of brushwork is spread, painting may become a skill comparable to calligraphy.” Speaking of this, Gan Luo’s Eyes sparkle.

People's pursuit of beauty is endless. Even if you can only write on bamboo slips, you already have the requirement of beauty. As far as Gan Luo knows, Xunzi, Li Si, Wei Liao, Han Fei and others can be called masters of calligraphy.But in terms of painting, it is a pity. At most, some animal lines are depicted on bronzes and cloth, and the color is only a single jet black.

Mrs. Qing heard the sincerity in Gan Luo's words, and she didn't deliberately compliment her because of her family's money like others did, which warmed her heart.She pulled Gan Luo and said, "If this is the case, my husband will be very happy. He doesn't like to write, but likes to paint with cinnabar. Okay, let's talk about these things later. Let's go eat first. You are hungry after so long Alright."

Gan Luo smiled shyly, revealing two sweet dimples, revealing embarrassment.

Mrs. Qing likes Gan Luo, so the housekeeper naturally put a lot of effort into arranging the meal, which has reached the level of a banquet.Regardless of the delicious food and wine, there are also two beautiful maidservants playing the pot and flute.Gan Luo and others finally saw Mrs. Qing's financial resources.The rarity of the dishes and the delicacy of the cooking are comparable to those in the royal palace, perhaps even slightly better.

Gan Luo's mouth, which was raised by Yu'er, was also full of greasy food.However, his eating is very elegant, compared to Daniel's gobbling, it seems that he can be appreciated as a painting.Coupled with Yingzheng's temperament of wanting to live for love and wanting to die for evil, Gan Luo was raised more noble than any noble son.

Mrs. Qing was afraid that Gan Luo would be polite, so she kept ordering her maid to serve Gan Luo with vegetables and wine.If it weren't for her being the master to take the top position, she wished she could sit beside Gan Luo.Mrs. Qing was quite moved by what Gan Luo said. The maternal love that had been hidden in her heart for decades spewed out all at once.

Looking at Gan Luo's handsome appearance, she couldn't help murmuring in a low voice: "Like, it's so similar. If my lover and I have children, it should look like this." Sometimes two people close their eyes Yuan, that's how you look at it.

"I've really eaten, I'm not polite to you, really!" Gan Luo stared at the black grape-like eyes, trying to let Mrs. Qing who was sitting not far away see the sincerity in his eyes.Although he was greedy, his belly was already bulging like he was three months pregnant, so he really couldn't eat.

"Eat a few grilled quails, and you look thin. It must be because of the famine that you didn't eat well. You are now at the age of growth, so you can't be sloppy." Mrs. Qing has never raised children, but she just feels This little ganluo has eaten too little, so he needs to supplement more.

In the end, Gan Luo completely drunk himself with a sip of meat and a sip of wine.Mrs. Qing's wine is also the best wine, with full stamina, which most people can't drink, and many businesses are negotiated by relying on this wine.Gan Luo didn't expect that he would become dizzy after only drinking a few cups.Fortunately, after he was drunk, he didn't go crazy with alcohol, he just laughed, laughing all the way to his heart.

Daniu was strong, swallowed the food stuffed in his mouth, and almost choked. He put down all the meat in his hand, clapped his hands, and came up to take Ganluo back to rest while yelling.Mrs. Qing was one step ahead of him, and she was already kneeling beside Gan Luo.

Gan Luo frowned, tilted his body, and fell on Mrs. Qing's lap, drowsy.

"Hey, Mr. Lang, I can't do this. I'll take you back to sleep." Daniu wanted to step forward, but he was already a grown man, and he didn't know what to do if he wanted to avoid suspicion with Mrs. Qing, a widow.

"It's okay, this child is very good, I'll take care of it. You two take your time." With the help of her maid, Mrs. Qing helped Gan Luo to leave.

"This..." Daniel couldn't make up his mind, and subconsciously looked at Qiu Wuxue, who was still tasting the fine wine, but replied coldly to Mrs. Qing, "Thank you."I don't care anymore.Qiu Wuxue is very accurate at seeing people. Although the family has some business habits, they are not bad-hearted. Mrs. Qing also really likes Gan Luo and will not hurt him.

Mrs. Qing took Gan Luo to the newly prepared guest room. The room was small, but very comfortable. The bed was covered with animal fur, which was soft and warm.As soon as Gan Luo lay down, he sank into the soft fur.

The maid stepped forward softly: "Madam, the hot water is here."

"En." Mrs. Qing nodded, rolled up her sleeves, held a white handkerchief on the side of the wooden basin with her meticulously maintained hands, soaked it in hot water, then wrung it dry, and wiped Gan Luo's face herself.She has always been the one to be served, except for taking care of her beloved who was seriously ill, she has not done anything for a long time.After so many years, she quickly found the original feeling, carefully rubbing Gan Luo's tender cheeks again and again.

The hot and humid feeling of the handkerchief spread to Gan Luo's face, which was very comfortable. He closed his eyes and said coquettishly, "Mother, wipe your neck too." The drunk Gan Luo had no idea what he said when he was unconscious again. Let Mrs. Qing feel warm in her heart.

Mrs. Qing held back the sourness in her nose, responded softly, and wiped Gan Luo's neck in a good mood.With that posture, I can't wait to wipe my body.Fortunately, she thought of her status as a widow, so she just took off Gan Luo's shoes, stripped off her coat, and covered her with a soft blanket.

"Good boy, sleep well." Mrs. Qing caressed Gan Luo's cheek reluctantly, and then walked away step by step.