The window of Sicun Painting Club is a painting.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire second floor, there is a clear blue sky and a crown of most red maple trees. The ultimate contrast between blue and red only makes people feel extremely prosperous, as if in a blink of an eye, the blue and red will instantly age and wither.

The hall of the painting party was full of autumn pictures. The painters stopped in front of the painting and discussed these paintings enthusiastically.

Dong Qingong and Shi Zuimo stood by the window a little far away from the crowd. A picture of autumn scenery covered with red leaves was placed on the painting table. In terms of composition color and painting, it is not inferior to any painting in this hall.

"Why is Brother Qin Gong so careful?" Shi Zuimo asked, but the eyes that were cast to the picture were warm.

Dong Qingong only looked at the mangrove outside the window, a little dazzled.

"Brother Qin Gong?" Shi Zuimo couldn't help but lean towards the window and asked again.

"What?"

Shi Zuimo was a little embarrassed by Dong Qingong's absent-mindedness, so he had to explain: "Just just now, everyone asked who was the embossed painting, and why did Brother Qin Gong say it was Ling Mei's work?"

Dong Qingong seemed too lazy to explain, just laughed and said nothing.

Shi Zuimo further said: "Miss Xizi is not unfamiliar with everyone. I came to the painting meeting two days ago and chose a few paintings. It is not an exaggeration for her to share her works with everyone... I just felt that this embossment is the intention of Miss Xizi. Why bother deliberately to hide it?"

Dong Qingong looked back at Shi Zuimo: "Why do you want to ask the source of this embossing?"

"This... Isn't it that I look good at embossing? I just want to know who made it. Just like when we see a good painting, we also want to know who drew it."

Dong Qingong shook his head slightly: "This phenomenon does not exist when looking at paintings, because each painting has its signature. The reason why people ask the author of the embossing is because this embossing has no signature."

"This..." Xizi's embossed painting was indeed not signed. She only wrote the year and poems in the style of the Pavilion. The red leaves and yellow flowers are in autumn.

"Since there is no signature, why should you make his name public?"

After hearing this, Shi Zuimo felt a little ashamed: "It seems that I was abrupt. I just felt that Xizi's embossing was amazing, so I wanted to share it with everyone."

Dong Qingong's eyes were condensed: "Zui Mo and Miss Wen are so familiar with each other that they call him their name?"

"..." Shi Zuimo paused, looked at the group of painters in the distance, and then whispered: "I know you don't agree with this matter. I think the identity of an ordinary painter is too different from that of the Wen family..."

"Does Zui Mo ask for a day and a night, or a lifetime?"

"What's the solution?"

"On the middle of summer night, drinking fragrant snow wine together on Xingwen Lake Island is one night; in the deep autumn, going to the Muxiang Mountains to enjoy the red maple leaves together, this is one day. In this way, you have already obtained it every day, what else can you ask for?" Dong Qingong asked with a glance at him.

"Of course I want to last for a long time!" Shi Zuimo couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Zui Mo still wants Miss Wen to wash away all the bad luck for you. Can't you sell wine as a trunk?" Dong Qingong smiled.

Shi Zuimo opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound for a long time: "I... can always make a name for myself! Besides, over the past few days, our painting club's business has been getting better and better. Now the income in a few days can be as good as the previous year!"

"For ordinary people, it may be easier to get rich after a while, but the Wen family is far from ordinary people. You have seen the pomp of the rose banquet," Dong Qingong's eyes gradually became sharper. "Even if Miss Wen doesn't have to sell wine and can emboss and enjoy paintings at home, you promise that she will not miss the bright days in the boudoir? She appeared as the protagonist of that rose banquet with flowers and brocade. We painters are talking about that feast, let alone her, the veritable protagonist."

Shi Zuimo's mood was particularly complicated, and he was a little awakened and unwilling to accept it. "She said she would wait for me to come back from Lushan."

"Can she be her own master? You can't even be her own master." Dong Qingong's eyes were no longer sharp, but gradually became calm.

Shi Zuimo remembered that his family came. Although he had been natives from Kyoto for generations, he could only be considered a commoner in the city. In the small courtyard of Meiyu Lane, the eldest brother and second brother were crowded with their parents. The eldest sister and second sister-in-law had to make a noise every few days. In addition to the five or six children... he could roll a bedding and live in the painting club, but what about his future wife? Even if he saved money and bought a small courtyard, he would not be separated from his family...

The second floor became quiet. The painters went to the lobby on the first floor to paint. Only Dong Shi and the others were left in the empty studio.

Shi Zuimo first suppressed his messy thoughts and asked Dong Qingong: "Brother Qin Gong really wants to obey his aunt's arrangements and marry the daughter of the wine insect Li Xiucai?"

Dong Qingong nodded: "Although Li Xiucai was addicted to drinking, he was willing to teach his daughter to read and read. Miss Li had a good face, was literate and sensible, hardworking and capable, filial and sensible, and I was a little unworthy of others."

"Why did Brother Qin Gong belittle himself?" Li Xiucai and Dong Qingong were neighbors. Shi Zuimo had also met Miss Li in front of Dong's house. She was really an ordinary and unkind woman.

"In fact, there is no need to be underestimated. My mother is old and sick, and my younger sister is over and over. She will see her next year. Besides, her family is weak, and there is only a shabby courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing. It is rare for Miss Li to be willing to take care of her elderly and help her children. She is extremely supportive of me for drawing a living. This is already very rare." Dong Qingong's expression was calm, neither happy nor unwilling to accept it.

Shi Zuimo was a little sad. In his eyes, Dong Qingong was the most promising painting genius in the painting club. He also described his handsome, elegant and unruly. Even if he was hard to meet a fairy girl, he should marry a beautiful wife.

He couldn't help but think of Xizi's peerless face and beautiful figure again. Shi Zuimo sighed deeply, and for the first time he realized the helplessness of "there was once a vast sea of ​​scattered water".

Thinking of the two days ago in Muxi Mountain, both of them deliberately slowed down and stayed away from the crowd. Under a sprig of spring flowers by the stone path, Xizi's face still made the beauty fade, and every subtle part of her eyebrows and eyelashes flashed with unquestionable perfection.

She rarely talks to herself alone, but Shi Zuimo is sure that she regards herself as different from anyone, and she also intends to do so.

The leaves of the red maple on the top of the tree slowly fell from the beauty. The white and red leaves were suffocating beauty. Shi Zuimo felt sweaty in his palms. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't say a word. After a while, he said: "I'll set off for Lushan in a few days."

Xizi's eyes were flowing, sometimes like the spring water of ascites, sometimes like the deep pool of valleys: "I'll wait for you to come back."

I'll wait for you to come back.

Whenever Shi Zuimo thought of these five words, the blood in his body would instantly solidify, and then quickly thaw and erupt, like a stagnant resurrection.

I'll wait for you to come back. This is the first thing she said exclusively to herself.

"It should be looking for you." Dong Qingong suddenly said.

Shi Zuimo woke up from his dream. He looked out the window and saw Wen Zhi, Xiang Huahui walking in downstairs.

Dong Qingong's expression was a little complicated, and he turned around and left, leaving only one sentence: "He can't be the leader of the Wen family."

Shi Zuimo had no time to listen to these things, so he just thought Wen Zhi was here to send a message to Xizi, so he tidied up his clothes and stood in front of the door to welcome him.

Wen Zhi? When he came upstairs, he happened to meet Dong Qingong who was going downstairs. The two of them smiled slightly and did not say much.

Shi Zuimo met Wen Zhi's warm gaze, which immediately dispelled the conflicting thoughts just now. At this moment, he just wanted to know what Xizi had to say to him.

"I heard that Mr. Shi is going to set off for Lushan tomorrow?" Wen Zhi was straight to the point.

"Let's leave tomorrow morning." Shi Zuimo led Wen Zhi to the teahouse that specializes in entertaining guests, and asked his little apprentice to bring hot tea.

Wen Zhi? He was not in a hurry to open the package in his hand, but sat down first and said, "What are the plans for Xizi after Mr. Shi came back from Lushan?"

Shi Zuimo didn't expect Wen Zhi? He asked so bluntly: "This... After all, the status is very different, and there are some things I dare not be too fooled by Xiao Xiang..." I didn't know whether it was really modest or admitting my conscience for a moment.

"Xu is aware of this because he has been frequently in painting meetings recently." Wen Zhi's voice slowly floated over, but it was like a gust of cold wind, blowing Shi Zuimo's whole body cool.

"What did he realize?" Shi Zuimo cleared his throat to resolve the embarrassment, but after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing he had with Xizi to do.

"I don't know why, but he suddenly cared about the painters at the painting club, and asked Xizi whom he admired the most."

Shi Zuimo remembered that Mr. Wen, who is said to be a famous young talent in the business world, looked cold and always looked expressionless, which was difficult for people to approach.

Such people are completely opposite to those in the painting club. This is the family behind Xizi, just like the eldest and second sisters-in-law in the family behind him, both of them are unfortunately distorted.

"Sir, don't be nervous," Wen Zhi? He always looked humble and friendly. "I don't know Mr. Shi when I heard Xixiu's tone."

Just because his sister often comes to paint and appreciate paintings, she starts asking questions about doubts and speculations? Xizi actually lives in such a family, which is even more unfortunate than himself.

Shi Zuimo suddenly felt a little annoyed. He was obviously a profit-oriented businessman, but he still had to wear a noble mask to face the world, and he had to restrain his sister at home!

Wen Zhi? took the teapot brought by his younger apprentice and poured a cup of hot tea for each of them: "Now the family is just worried, afraid that the girl will have more people outside and will have no idea of ​​it."

"We're just enjoying paintings and discussing paintings together. Besides, there are several female gentlemen in the painting club. Mr. Sicun, the boss of the painting club, is a wife." Although Shi Zuimo was angry, his tone remained calm.

"He knew all of these. Maybe he couldn't accept this news suddenly. After all, Xizi's daily contacts are those classmates from the girls' school, but the girl's boudoir is just for the girl's boudoir."

"What Mr. Wen said is, it's just this future..."

Wen Zhi? Smith said, "Sir, probably knowing my identity in the Wen family. Although I am a young master, I am just a dependent on others."

Shi Zuimo's scalp tightened. Is he going to advise him to stay away from Xizi? If this is the case, he can only helplessly. After all, the Wen family's high-walled courtyard could not be entered by knocking on the door.

When his mind was distracted, he heard Wen Zhi say, "In order to avoid suspicion, I probably can't bring Xizi to the painting meeting in the future. Please forgive me."

"No, Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I've caused a lot of trouble for Mr. Wen!" Shi Zuimo said hurriedly, but his heart calmed down for a moment. It seemed that the situation was not as bad as he expected.
Chapter completed!