a little painter

Chapter 35

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On the way home, she met two little beggars who were hunched over and wearing rags and cotton clothes. General hesitated to put half of it away, and finally put a tael of silver in the broken bowl.

Forgive her for being a family member, Chu Hui comforted herself, she still has to support her family, so she can't do good deeds impulsively.

Chu Hui felt much relieved after thinking about it this way, and her mood slowly rose from the depression. When she picked two crucian carp and paid for it, and waited for the store to kill the fish, the smile had returned to her face. For example, at this moment there are only fish in front of you.

Cut a few lines on the body of the crucian carp, put it in a heated oil pan, fry the surface until slightly yellow, then pour half a pot of hot water into it, add the chopped green onion, ginger and garlic, and add a little wine to remove the fishy smell, and bring it to a boil Finally, skim off the floating foam on the surface, then pour in the tofu, turn to low heat and simmer until the soup is n_ai white, add a small amount of salt and the prepared minced green onion, but unfortunately there is no coriander.

"Young Master, the fish is ready, Young Master?" The shopkeeper looked at the foolish man in front of him strangely, such a young man with a jade face, what a pity, what a pity, he seemed to be a fool.

"Huh, huh?" Chu Hui woke up from her fantasy, and the delicious food in front of her didn't even leave a trace of fragrance. She took the fish, bought two pieces of tofu, and couldn't wait to walk home. No, she couldn't wait to cook the soup quickly.

But when she finally stepped into the house and walked straight into the kitchen, before she had time to show her skills, her position in the kitchen encountered the greatest crisis in history.

"Brother Chu, leave these things to me and my mother from now on, you can rest assured and read the book."

"It's okay, my aunt is not in good health, let me do it." Chu Hui struggled silently.

"And me" implies that she is in good health.

"But...but I look down on you, you don't know how to do it." She was out of breath, what should she do if she seemed to give in.

"I can take my time, and it will always get better and better." Liu Ziqing looked at the unwilling person in front of him with a smile, his face was reddish, and his eyes showed some grievances. The girl's home of the little boy.

"..." Chu Hui remained silent, but she remained motionless in place, trying to make the last resistance.

Liu Ziqing didn't speak, just watched quietly like that, after a while, Liu's voice came from outside, she sighed helplessly in her heart, if the two of them didn't go out, mother would probably come in.

"Brother Chu really shouldn't, don't do this again in the future," Liu Ziqing said before turning around and walking out.

In the kitchen, Chu Hui let out a sigh of relief, then rolled up his sleeves and started his fish soup journey.

The dinner continued to be praised by Mother Liu as usual. Looking at Liu Ziqing who hesitated to speak, Chu Hui was afraid of repeating the old story. In order to temporarily retain her right to cook, she wisely used painting as an excuse to escape back home early. room.

It's not that she's obsessed with cooking, but that Liu's mother's cooking is really not good. For Miss Liu who has never been in the kitchen, Chu Hui said that she doesn't look forward to it at all, and she should do it by herself.

In the calligraphy and painting studio, looking at Taifu Wu who lingered in front of a painting, and the arty scholars behind him, the corner of the old shopkeeper's mouth revealed a hint of complacency. As expected, Mr. Chu was quite lucky.

Chapter 25

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, in the small study of Chu's mansion, Liu Ziqing stood beside him, her eyes following the hands of the person in front of the desk.

The man held the blackened bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and carefully drew something on the paper. Gradually, as the sun approached noon, the painter stopped, and sat down on the chair as if he was tired and happy.

Chu Hui sat obliquely in front of the desk, squeezed his sore wrist for a while, and then looked at the person standing beside him: "Zi Qing is tired, I will show you when I finish the painting, don't freeze it body"

Liu Zi didn't answer lightly, but his eyes remained on the drawing paper: a woman in white was rowing on the river alone, with the corners of her clothes fluttering, coming along the water without sails or paddles.

"Zi Qingben was a little puzzled, and I only found the answer today. Brother Chu's painting skills are different from ordinary people, and he seems to be doing the opposite. Just like this painting, ordinary people like to use the artistic conception of mountains and rivers to highlight human feelings.

Brother Chu seems to be more concerned about the skin color and texture of the characters, the people in the painting are so similar to real people, and the landscape is irrelevant.”

Chu Hui just smiled and said nothing. Ordinary people like to use things as metaphors. However, she loves a simple person very much. There is something special about walking in the forest or boating on the water.

While he was still complacent, the person in front of him changed his subject and said in displeasure, "I don't know something about Ziqing. Is this painting going to be sold by brother Chu? The person in the painting is a woman" and it's me. , did you intend to do so?

Chu Hui replied casually, "Of course, I'll go now."

Liu Ziqing opened her mouth to speak, but changed her mind after a while, she seemed hesitant and said calmly: "Then... If Brother Chu doesn't care... then so be it"

Chu Hui suddenly felt baffled. He didn't know where the words came from, what he cared about, and how to say such strange things well.

Pedestrians on the street are bustling, and they seem to have all gone out. In the slack season of the twelfth lunar month, every household starts to buy new year's goods. After a year of hard work, the month before the Chinese New Year is the time to enjoy the fruits of labor.

When Chu Hui was young, he used to stay at his grandmother’s house in the countryside, and later moved to Beicheng with his parents. The neon lights in the city covered the shadow of the moon, and the shuttle-like vehicles separated the pedestrians. This scene has not been seen for many years. , appearing particularly friendly.

Walking into the Painting and Calligraphy Studio, Chu Hui wanted to go back in time for a few minutes. She would definitely not come in here, because there were three people in the shop that she least wanted to see right now.

Sitting at the table opposite the shopkeeper, Wu Taifu, who was waiting leisurely, remembered the muddy poems and scriptures in his mind, and Chu Hui turned back sideways.

There were also people standing on both sides of Taifu Wu, Luo Zhen, who looked as expected, made her a little timid for no reason.

And the other one is Li Feng who has a complex expression and is feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and there are two teenagers who don't know him.

No wonder Taifu Wu looked shocked. He was a little tired of the few students who used their studies as an excuse yesterday, so he wanted to find a place to get rid of them. He walked into this calligraphy and painting studio accidentally, and was attracted by a painting own line of sight.

It's just that the painting has not been signed, and the old shopkeeper's asking price is only 80 taels. To his surprise, the painter will sell paintings here tomorrow, so he came here after breakfast today to wait.

Who knows that someone was earlier than him, and who sent the letter, apart from the two students who were stalking yesterday, there are two more, one is Li Feng, who shined at the poetry meeting not long ago, he I have a slight impression that he is a scholar.