The translucent white gauze is cut into a chic Hu's small sleeves, covered with azasin red neckline and half of the arms, and the graceful neckline is just right. The waist is tied thinly, and the Tang Dynasty style has reached 70% with a flower skirt that is mixed with a snow-white flower skirt. In addition, the plump hairpin, the elegant red gold flower hairpin, and the narrow and long white light gauze painted between the arms, the cherry blossoms with branches and leaves are drawn vigorously and sharply. The "canvas" is limited, and it seems that a tree of cherries is cut out. The most vibrant branches and the most interesting fruits are chosen, and the most mellow and simple shade is the most shade.

"I like this cherry to draw heroic spirit." Xiaoxiao looked at the cherries on the silk, but couldn't bear to wear them. "It was just a part of the cherry branches, as if I had seen tens of acres of cherry forests."

"Everyone of the painters at the painting club drew one, the one that was finally recommended," Ruan Shi smiled, "This is the work of Mr. Julei."

"..." Xiaoxiao thought of Peng Julei with thick eyebrows and thrilling eyes. He really shouldn't behave like a person.

"Since they became the signing artists of the painting club, they have indeed become more active," Ruan Shi helped Xiaoxiao clean up. "I am only worried about you today..., they are all with longing."

"I'll try my best," Xiaoxiao's expression was relaxed. "Aunt Four, if you can, bring the silks drawn by other painters together. I plan to give them to the people in the club."

"There is nothing wrong with this. I will talk about business with the girl from the Xia family." Ruan smiled and told the girl to go back and get the remaining silk.

Xiaoxiao still maintained her natural makeup, but she painted her lips in vermilion, which looked like the red tiles of the palace walls in the early Tang Dynasty, with the crimson curtains hanging over the years.

"You are pretty," Xizi couldn't help laughing when she saw Xiaoxiao, "I painted slanted red and pasted flowers."

"A beauty is worthy of Huadian." Xiaoxiao carried her skirt and the girl helped her get onto the carriage.

In addition to Xizi, there was also a girl in the car wearing a plain white and light gauze skirt. Because of her slimness, she felt that the stacked gauze was like a fairy spirit. She drew a few bamboos in ink on the skirt. With just a few strokes, the skirt was staggered and elegant, and the skirt was sparse and elegant.

"This is Senior Sister Chanyu, right?" Xiaoxiao sat down in the carriage, and had agreed in advance that Xia Liang, the daughter of Caijianxia family, would be in the same car.

Xia Liang was slightly weak, with a fair and transparent skin, a pair of beautiful eyes with clear thin eyelids, white flower ornaments on the cheek bones between her eyebrows, and her faint lips were only painted with vermilion pink to the center of her lips, making her look like a cherry: "You don't have to be polite in Yingyuan, everyone is just playing together. You are like Xizi, call me Senior Sister Liang." He said and looked at Xizi: "Anyway, this Liangbi Minger has settled down."

I don’t know if Xia Liang was too weak or because of her name, but Xiaoxiao sat next to her and felt cool and comfortable all over.

Xizi saw Xiaoxiao's paintings at first sight: "The cherry is painted with some interest, so it must not be bought."

"I can't suppress such a rough painting method, but it's really good to draw," Xia Liang seemed to know some paintings, and spread a corner of the painting silk on his knee skirt to look carefully: "Without a foundation of fifteen or sixteen years, I can't draw this simple and natural cherry."

"Senior sister praised it," Xiaoxiao didn't expect to get started so quickly. "It was just painted by several painters from Sicun Painting Club. My fourth aunt runs the painting club and I often go to play, so I know them."

"I will definitely go to the painting class to take a look at it!" Xizi was quite concerned, which was beyond Xiaoxiao's expectations. He did not expect that she was so interested in calligraphy and painting.

Xiaoxiao hesitated and said, "Actually, I have brought a few pieces of silk to come out and want to choose one for you. I just don't know if the things that the man has drawn by hand will be abrupt..."

Xia Liang chuckled: "I didn't expect Yingyuan to be young and more conservative than us. In this way, aren't those ancient paintings handled by ancient men? Can't they touch them?"

All you want is your words, and she smiled "The conspiracy succeeded" and said, "Then take it out and show off your ugly face."

Xiaoxiao took out a few silks from the bamboo painting tube, because she wanted to write the cherry bamboo shoots, most of them were painted cherries, and there were two of them painted bamboos. Xizi first took a one with clouds and clouds: "This one looks beautiful, with a paper full of smoke and clouds, and it has a bit of the charm of a mountain man halfway through."

It seems that my uncle is really famous in the Yuanlong Dynasty. Xiaoxiao was embarrassed to mention the relationship between Shanren and himself at the half-way, so he just came over to look at the silk painting in Xizi's hand. He saw the word "Zui Mo" on the vermilion seal on the corner. "It seems that this piece is written by Mr. Shi." I remember one of them was named Shi Zui Mo.

Xia Liang also chose the wind-like ink-colored bamboo bushes that are most suitable for their eyes. The rod is like a bent bow and the leaves are like arrows. They are looking for victory in a dangerous position, and are ready to go. "I still love bamboo." Xia Liang smiled with a generous attitude, pointing to the corner of the painting silk and asked Xiaoxiao: "I just don't know which expert this 'lantern-turning man' is."

Xiaoxiao's heart moved, and suddenly remembered the oil-paper umbrella of Ruan's "a tree of pear blossoms fall in the evening breeze". He smiled faintly: "I don't know this. There are many excellent painters in the painting club, and I don't recognize them all."

Now, both of them chose the paintings they like. Xizi smiled and said, "Yingyuan, is this the gift you brought to us as a new member?"

"These are purely temporary intentions, and the real gifts are here! Otherwise, let you choose first?" Xiaoxiao said in a slight manner. This bypassed the other two people from the Sakura Club and directly selected them for Xia Wen and the others. This would be possible to have a further conversation with Xia Liang. The road was still long and the carriage was quiet.

"Okay, I'm so curious about what you have prepared!" Xizi was eager to try, and Xia Liang also looked at him curiously.

Xiaoxiao looked at Xizi. It seemed that she had asked her to make an appointment with Xia Liang in advance today. Everything was going according to her own ideas, and it was almost natural: "These gifts are in front of Senior Liang, I am afraid that the class will show off their skills."

This sentence even hugged Xia Liang's appetite. Looking closely, there were some albums of various papers. The paper cover was very novel, with a translucent peach blossom paper attached. The shadows showed the green color of the mountains, hazy and cute: "I have only seen those who used peach blossom paper to paste windows, kites, or painting paper and plum blossoms, and never used them to use "seen the scenery". In this way, the paintings below also add a charm." Xia Liang looked at the mountain scenery covered by peach blossom paper: "This is really 'the flat forest is so woven and the cold mountain is sad and green."

Xiaoxiao laughed in his heart. In the era when he lived, the albums of the early years were like this. When I think of the old photo albums collected by my grandfather, every photo frame would be covered with such a page of hazy paper.

Xizi only heard a smile and said that he wanted to give everyone the paper, but he didn't expect it to be such a delicate picture album, especially the book in his hand, the cover is the night view of the small garden: the fallen flowers in the evening rain, the night birds and swings, and the peach blossom paper, and the moonlight suddenly became hazy: "This is a 'a swing line in the late night, and the pavilions are hazy in the mist and rain.'" Looking closely at the brushstrokes, it was like a mountain man's handwriting halfway through. Finally, I found the vermilion chapter at the corner of the painting, but it was still 'drunk ink'.

"I must buy a few paintings of Mr. Zui Mo." Xizi opened the booklet and it was filled with good snow-gold wax papers. Page by page were various scenery, which were written by different painters. When I turned to the back, I saw an interesting painting: on the old and clean mat, there were white porcelain plates, red and green watermelons, purple-red round plums, and small bowls filled with snow-white ice. Next to it was a fan woven by fine bamboo, with cloud brocade on the edge. The Ni style letter on one side reads: Snow lotus is mixed with ice, floating melons and plums are sinking.

Xizi smiled and knew it was Yingyuan's work. He also saw words under the picture, which recorded: June, mid-summer, 28, rest, listen to cicadas in ancient rain temple, drink licorice and sugar water on the summer wind street, and watch lotus in thousands of cups of dikes; 29, the Great Heat, drink ice and eat melons, and boil water on purple grass; 30, on the 30th, fireflies are released in Xingwen Lake, you can rent a boat to watch and enjoy the frogs singing; 31, listen to the rain in your spare time, and make your own grapes, and make the method...

"This book is really interesting! It's like..." Xizi couldn't say it well, and the almanac didn't count. There was no such thing as 'Don't make a stove, it's advisable to travel'. Each page is a cycle of rest and rest. Starting from the third or eighth day of the lunar month, every five days is a page, indicating the rest day, solar terms, various festivals, and even many fun places in Kyoto, as well as some delicious food methods.

Xia Liang also looked through page by page with interest: "The content is interesting. Yingyuan's gift is novel and practical. It is placed on the desk, which can be viewed and convenient for viewing the days." As he said that, he took his booklet and looked at the huge melon leaves of Xizi. Under the ink color below and at the far end, there were endless decay grass. The words next to it said, "The rotten grass is fireflies"; the banana leaves that are green to the extreme reflect the same green window screen, and the small bamboo plaque next to it is green plums, and the words next to it are "The plum leaves sour and soft teeth, and the banana leaves are divided into green and window screens."

"Due to the hasty time, I was unable to make an adult calendar. I only painted a summer calendar for one year, so I called it the Xia calendar." Xiaoxiao looked at Xia Liang and was only concerned about appreciating the paintings. Unconsciously, she felt a little anxious, so she asked tentatively: "Senior Liang's home is a sealing club. I wonder if these paintings can be printed?"

When Xia Liang heard this, he thought carefully: "Most of them can be used to cover colors, and some of them can reduce colors as appropriate for some of them." He looked at him firmly and smiled: "Why, your family wants to print these summer calendars into booklets to sell? This is a good idea. It's enough for the old Huangguan family to have one, and I've never been too lazy to read it. If it is printed like this, wouldn't everyone have to have one? Besides, these paintings are better than those on the letter."

"There are all people who can write to the letters. These paintings in the four seasons are just young painters." Xiaoxiao wanted to be modest, but she was afraid that people would be underestimated. "Although the painters in the painting club are skilled, they just earn money from a teacher. If they can really draw famous, they will probably only be able to produce one for many years." They originally wanted to make money for a living, but they were afraid that they would lower the identity of painters. As for those who truly draw famous, no one has appeared so far.

Xizi gradually understood what Xiaoxiao meant, and he touched Xia Liang with his shoulders: "Senior Sister Liang, try to print some of these paintings in your family's colored papers. I dare not say those old scholars, at least we young students like it." Seeing that Xia Liang seemed to be moved, I hurriedly said to Xiaoxiao: "Yingyuan said it, the Xia family's printing club is the largest in Kyoto, and the color matching technology is also the best. I dare not say that the painters' paintings are completely restored, but they can also print eight-point charm."
Chapter completed!