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The clear sky outside didn't last long, probably in the middle of the afternoon when the sky was slightly dull, and then there was a light rain in Chang'an.
The window along the pavilion could hear the sound of the fine rain, making the room quiet again.
The light rain in the small building, the footsteps on the outside streets are short, and it is the place where pedestrians are looking for hiding from the rain.
The artist sits at the table and paints. The woman described in the mouth of the boy is exactly what it is. He has only come up with a vague outline.
Although the teenager told him that he had met the woman, the appearance was only vague.
But if it is as a teenager, it is a rare woman in the world.
The painter has some regrets. If he can see it, he may be able to draw more works than all his paintings. Unfortunately, he has no chance to see it.
The teenager sitting in front of him, looking at the painting in the hands of the painter, was thinking about what he saw that day.
“Hey.” The painter sighed and slowly lowered the pen in his hand.
"Jun, you can only draw until now."
Said, the canvas in his hand was sent to the boy.
Rarely took over the canvas, the people above the eyebrows flow, the wine cellar is light, the snow is stunned, the painting is really good.
Unfortunately, there is always something worse, so that the painting always has only that six-point color.
There is a relief in the eyes of the teenager, maybe that one point is not painted.
He nodded. "Thank you, thank you."
Get up and make money.
The painter extended his hand and pushed the money back, shaking his head and saying.
"Jun this painting is not successful, and I really don't dare to accept it."
The painter thought for a moment, then smiled and said.
"If you have a hard work, you should continue to study hard. If you can paint in the future, come back."
"So, Xiaozi Huo went to the hospital and thanked Mr.."
"Nothing, just thank you for the strange person that Xiaojun said to me."
The painter smiled and touched his beard, and secretly set his heart. He wanted to make this painting.
The young man took a ritual and walked out of the small building.
A curtain of water dripped on the eaves outside the small building, and the drizzle was swaying in the wind.
He carefully took the canvas back into his arms and left in the rain.
The painter in the pavilion rested for a while, and then spread a new canvas, lifted the pen, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and painted again.
This painting, he painted for many years, also painted a lot of pictures, almost every few days will draw a picture.
Those who come to him to buy paintings or paint will always see one or two, and then look at the painting person to ask the painter.
"This painting, the price is geometric?"
The painter always smiles and shakes his head: "This painting can't be sold, not finished."
Then the guest will always ask: "Who is this woman on the painting?"
The painter's answer is the same.
"The daughter of the party."
The painting of the daughter of the party was seen by a man named Li Yannian. He stayed for half a day and made a song.
Later generations call Li Yannian:
There are beautiful people in the north. Peerless and independent.
Take care of the city. Reconsidering the country.I don’t know the city and the country. The beauty is hard to come by.
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The sunshine in the outside is still a little lazy to land on the snow, and the snow on the side is stopped.
I couldn't see the sky and the snow, but the clouds in the sky were still caged. I couldn't see the sun, and the snow on the ground had not yet opened.
The wooden door of the hustle of the hut was retired, and Gu Nan walked into the small courtyard while yawning while wearing his own clothes.
She hasn't slept for a while, and she has lived for a hundred years, and she finally understands that the day is based on the morning. Or maybe, she just has more insomnia and dreams.
It’s colder when it’s snowing, but the sun is warm.
I thought about washing it, but when I walked to the side of the tank, I found that the water in the tank was frozen with a layer of ice. The unloaded ice cubes were broken and placed in the basin.
Then gave birth to a fire, set the basin aside and wait for the water to heat up.
There was no other voice in the yard in the morning. Only a few birds of sound came from high altitudes in the distance. It should be a mountain eagle flying over.
Sitting on a stone, Gu Nan took out a bamboo slip from his arms.
This bamboo slip was handed over to Duanmu Qing, and the above was mostly about some basic acupuncture.
She has the basis of acupuncture points and meridians, so Duanmu Qing intends to teach from acupuncture. As for pharmacology, it is inevitable that you should first do your hard work first, otherwise you should not understand it.
Looking frowning at the acupuncture point on the bamboo slip, she took a bag from her waist.
Spread the bag over your legs with a row of slender silver needles inside.
Rolled up his sleeves, and with his own hand, Gu Nan tied the silver needle into it.
If the needle is correct, she can completely grasp it according to her own feelings. Because her body is different from ordinary people, she does not worry about making mistakes.
What's more, she is a lot of acupuncture points for activating blood and health, and there will be no big problems if I make a mistake.
The flames beside him sizzled slightly.
"Jize Ze Cave···"
Gu Nan turned his hand over and looked up and explored the elbow.
Next, I found a wide depression in the thumb.
"It's here."
Speaking to himself, he was about to tie the silver needle.
But he was stopped by a person behind him.
"I, I, you said a few times, a few times."
Duanmu Qing stood behind Gu Nan and said with a serious expression: "You, you just started to learn, don't, don't shoot on your own body."
"Forehead, I am also a physical practitioner."
"Chaotic, chaos!"
Duanmu Qing took a step forward and carefully took the silver needle from Gu Nan's hand.
It is often the same every morning in the morning, or if you squander the medicine or stalk the herbs, Gu Nan will not be said by Duanmu Qing, and there is a bit more noise in the small courtyard.
Most of the time, Duanmu Qing did not speak first. She said that she was only Gu Nan’s, and she could only sit alone and be sulking. Gu Nan is not willing to go, and always the one who apologizes first.The breakfast for both is very simple. It is a breakfast when you cook some rice soup. When you have more, you will be served with some dried meat. Duanmuqing does not eat meat, these are Gu Nan in the village market.
"Miao is going to finish eating." Gu Nan said, taking a bite of rice soup.
"The skins of the sand snakes that I dug out in the snow in the past few days should have been dried. When I go to the village with snake skins, I will change some meters."
The animal skin poultry, in the market outside the plug can be replaced with a lot of things, birds are not easy to catch, so Gu Nan often go to catch some beasts.
It was snowing in these days, and she fell a lot of snakes. At this time, the sand snakes were still hibernating in the sand under the snow. They would not move when they were turned out. It was very easy to catch them.
The snake skin is dried, the snake meat can be made into dried meat, and the snake gall is also a good thing.
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