Embrace the three views and dismantle them

Chapter 32

The white silk handkerchief, one corner is embroidered with delicate peach blossoms, half-opened, and the color is tender and dripping.The embroidery is also meticulous, the stamens and petals seem to have just been picked off the branches and put on the veil with dew.After all, it is a girl's home, it is a clever idea.

Looking at the handkerchief, he thought of the girl he met today, that girl was bright and cheerful, and her whole body was full of vitality, as if it was summer, and it was the blooming flowers that brightened his heart stand up.

It's not like at home, where he is always afraid, makes him shrink back, and makes him unable to do anything well. Every time Dad sees him, he either scolds or reprimands him.

The girl smiled nicely and spoke nicely.I don't dislike him at all for being clumsy in doing things or talking dull, and I don't blame him for being abrupt and rude. He is really kind and gentle.

He just helped the girl pick up something, and the girl thanked him with a smile.Even seeing the scratches on his hands, he took out the handkerchief and gave it to him. The girl was fine, but he blushed and was at a loss and refused directly.

"What's the matter with embarrassment, you hurt me because you helped me. It would be bad if I didn't say anything, and my father would blame me too. Since you helped me, I will always thank you. Thank you, young man. "The girl smiled like sunshine in June, warm and bright.

"I didn't bring anything. You should take this handkerchief first. Stopping the bleeding is the first." The girl had black hair and didn't wear too much jewelry. She was simple but very comfortable to look at.At that time, he felt that he had looked over a few times, a little too impolite and reckless, but luckily the girl didn't think he was a disciple.After the girl left, he didn't dare to ask her name.

That's not good, and it will affect the girl's reputation.

I just hope, I just hope that we can meet again in the future.

The girl seemed to be shining, unlike those girls from my father's friends' homes, all of them smiled without showing their teeth or raised their lips, and every word and action was framed in a frame, and they couldn't talk at all when they spoke. .

His mother died early, and he didn't remember his mother's appearance for a long time, but she should be gentle and gentle, and she should smile at him instead of framing him, and she should follow the rules of etiquette in everything.He remembered that his father once said that his mother and wife were the best and best women in the world.

That girl is completely different.That girl should be a bit as beautiful as the mother in his dream.

The young man caressed the pink petals with his fingers and smiled foolishly.But even so, he still paid attention, keeping his ears open to listen to the movement outside, and quickly put the handkerchief into his arms when there was a disturbance.He knew that his father would be angry.

Dad would be very, very angry if he did this.

But he wanted to keep the veil and the girl's smile.For other things, he didn't dare to expect too much, such encounters, encounters, and a veil, the poor young man already felt that he was happy enough and good enough.

Suddenly he heard a knock on the door, so frightened he straightened his clothes first, then noticed that the handkerchief was hidden, and opened the door.

"Uncle Fu?" It was Uncle Fu at the door, holding a box in his hand, "Uncle Fu, are you here?"

"Master, this is the snack that the master specially bought for the young master." Uncle Fu looked at the young man lovingly, "The master has always cared about the young master, and he didn't come back directly after the court, but he remembered to buy some snacks for the young master. The young master also knows, Xinghua Lou’s stuff is hard to buy, and you always have to wait for a long time.”

Open the box, and the snacks inside are neat, only two pieces are missing.

"The master took these two pieces to the ancestral hall and said they were my wife's favorite food."

The boy's tears fell drop by drop, wet the back of his hand.

"Master, Master." Uncle Fu was also a little anxious, "Master, don't cry."

"Uncle Fu, am I not particularly filial?" The young man lowered his head, "Father has high hopes for me, so why does he care about me? I can't do everything according to my father's wishes, and I can't do anything well. I...I... "

The boy cried more and more fiercely, and his face was covered in a mess.

"If the young master knows, then the young master can also talk to the master." Fu Bo cautiously suggested.Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the boy immediately turned pale with fright, "No no no no no no."

It seemed that what he had to face was not his father but a monster, which made Fu Bo very sad.It is obvious that the master and the young master care about each other very much, why is it like this?He has never read a book, and he always feels that everything the master says is right.But I also faintly feel that the master's smile and praise for the young master are less, but it is also a wise saying to make a filial son under the stick.But it doesn't make sense for the young master to look like a mouse and tremble when he sees a cat.

"Master, you can't do this. You have to talk to the master."

"No, no, no, no, no." The boy's head was about to shake, his voice trembling, "I, I, I'll be in a few more days. I, let's forget about today. Dad is so angry, he must be even angrier when he sees me. I, I Wait until I think about it, make a draft or write down everything I want to say, and then I will prepare, and I will go."

Hey, scared a child like this.Uncle Fu couldn't help thinking that if his wife was still there, or if the master would continue to find a gentle and virtuous wife, then maybe the relationship between the master and the young master would not be so rigid.

The night was dark, and the big trees cast heavy shadows.Uncle Fu was a little melancholy. He remembered that there were laughter and laughter in this family.When the wife was alive, the master used to be gentle and full of smiles, and he used to do all kinds of favors and hugs to the young master who was like a soft dumpling at that time.But since the wife left, the master has changed.

She stopped laughing so much, became rigid, and became more and more strict with the young master, not letting go of any mistakes.In fact, the master also used to be romantic and suave, and he used to sing poems and wine.

The former master did not look so tired and rigid.

Madam will also feel distressed when she sees the current master.

But he is just a servant, although the master treats him leniently as a family member, he can't rely on the old man to say anything.

The old man's deep sigh dissipated in the yard, no one heard him.

And Wang Weian, who was angry and annoyed because of his son's disappointment, was not in a good mood now, and he frowned.

"Hey..." My colleague's birthday is coming up, so he can't justify not giving him something.But what can he give away at a level where he is so poor that he can't even eat meat?Buying something with just a few copper coins and sending it over is a feud.He used to draw pictures before, but this time it should be a thousand and one moves.

He had a headache about what he drew last time, and the theme couldn't be repeated, and someone else's birthday should have a better meaning.

Stand up, spread out the drawing paper, and look carefully.

Fortunately, he also learned painting in the last world, and combined with the skills he learned before in this dimension, it is unique.In the capital, his paintings can be considered top-grade, and it would not be shameful to send them out.If the original owner hadn't been an official, he would have resigned impulsively and devoted himself to painting small books when he was poor and didn't know the taste of meat in March.

He didn't believe it anymore, small books with colorful paintings can't make a lot of money, no matter the eighteen styles of Longyang or the one hundred and eight kinds of XX can be picked up at hand, and the pursuit of novelty beyond the limit of the human body is nothing , in order to be able to eat meat, in order to live a good life, the bottom line and the bottom line are nothing, they can be chewed.

But he is still a dedicated person, the original owner has always been an official, a clean official, even the rats in the clean family can't stay there.He can only continue to have such a noble character...

What are you drawing?The classic theme is pine, bamboo and plum, or landscape.Anyway, it is impossible to paint a national color peony that is popular and purple, and his character design still needs to be well maintained.

Then... Shanshui.

Slowly grind the grinder and adjust the paint. It’s pitiful to say that in the last world, you bought a copy of all kinds of paint and threw it away. Now it’s hard, the expensive ones can’t afford it, and the general ones need to be used sparingly. .Therefore, he paints less, and the cost is too high and the cost performance is a little bit low.

If you want to paint landscapes, you must have gullies in your heart, and you must have vision, otherwise you will just make up and make people laugh.But Wang Wei'an has nothing else, his vision must be the widest in this dimension, he has traveled a lot of mountains, rivers and rivers, and he can fool others with just a few clips.

The large picture scroll has ink and ink landscapes, and he also wants to use paint, and he also wants to use blue and green landscapes, but unfortunately, he has no money.

Freehand rendering of mountains, embellishment of details, one or two light boats on the misty water.The picture is open and bright, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

But when he finished a painting, he was about to go to court again.Wang Wei'an was bitter, he didn't have any presents to give away if he didn't stay up all night.

Rubbing my shoulders, I'm getting old and old, and I really don't have much energy.

He looked at the picture, there are still some details that need to be modified, and some places need to be described in detail.The work is basically satisfactory, and there is no shame in sending it out.

Sure enough, his colleagues were overjoyed when they received his paintings, and even appreciated and commented with him. All kinds of good words and sincere praises made the shameless Wang Wei'an feel a little hot in the face.When it comes to the rise, colleagues also pull others to watch it together.

"This painting is not bad. If it is sold out, it can be sold for a lot of money." Hearing this, Wang Wei'an's children's shoes nodded in their hearts, that is, they can definitely go to Xinghualou to book a private seat and order whatever they want.

"Then... Can Mr. Wang paint a picture for me? The money is easy to talk about." Okay, okay, you make an offer.Fortunately, Wang Wei'an didn't say this, because the person who spoke should not be too familiar.

Isn't it General Zhang who doesn't match him?

"This is just my birthday gift to Master Lin. I won't do such things as selling paintings." Wang Wei'an flicked his sleeves. "This kind of painting is just a trivial matter, and selling paintings is too tacky."

"Oh, tacky?" General Zhang raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Wei'an's half-new clothes and his simple wooden hairpin. Tolerate.What happened to him being poor?This is called Qinggao, it doesn't look like Zhang's family is rich, and he is a high-ranking noble official, and the clothes he wears are all top-grade.Among other things, his hairpin is enough to buy several Wang families.

Heartbroken, Wang Wei'an said that he was definitely not hating the rich.

"Well, I'm vulgar, so Mr. Wang doesn't use vulgar things. Money and money are trivial things, right?"

The author has something to say: this period of time is mainly to fill in the previous pit...