"Qing Sha is young and ignorant. Miss, please don't take offense. I will apologize to you for my fault!" Master Hong stood up slightly. His left foot was a little lame, but because he was tall, it was not so conspicuous to discerning people.
If you look carefully, you can't see his disability.
Yunting stared at his feet and was stunned for a while. Then she came back to her senses and her eyes fell on the paper kite he was tying. The thin rice paper was smeared with color, and there were dots of stars in the jade mountains.
The color is red, but it is the scenery of spring outing. The brushstrokes are spirited and well-proportioned, but they are many times better than the landscape paintings Zhou Yanshu painted that day at Miaoyin Temple.
"These are all your paintings?" Yunting raised her eyebrows and said calmly, "They look pretty good." "Of course, my young master's paintings are all those who sell calligraphy and paintings are rushing to get them!" Qingsha said at the
One side interjected, quite proud of it
"The paper kite made by Brother Hong is also very good. Sister Yunting, please ask Brother Hong to make one for you, and we will fly it together later! Let's see who can fly higher!" Crouching aside was the little girl of the Liu family.
, called Shu Ning, but her temperament is not ladylike at all. She follows these boys around the mountains all day long. The Liu family’s daughter-in-law also goes with her and never says anything about her.
"Okay, I'm just afraid that your brother Hong won't do it for me!" Yunting smiled and walked towards Master Hong.
Young Master Hong looked a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at her. He said calmly: "If you don't mind, Miss, I will help you do it!" While letting a few children play by themselves, Qingsha asked Qingsha to help.
I cut a bamboo stick, covered it with rice paper, took a paintbrush, and started tracing on it.
Yunting saw that he was very serious and didn't want to disturb him, so she sat down on the stone nearby.
Because she was wearing incense, the fragrance spread when the wind blew. Qingsha held her nose to smell it and took a few breaths, but she didn't take it into consideration that Young Master Hong was completely immersed in the painting.
Because she was leaning sideways, Yunting didn't take a closer look at what he was drawing.
I just felt that there was something special about his serious look, and I started to think about his family background. In Anle Town, I had never heard of such a lame young master. That day, because I was worried about being angry with Zhan Bohan, I didn't even think about it.
I never asked my father in detail
Several children on the slope were cheering and shouting happily. After an hour of enjoying the scene, the paper kite was ready. Qingsha looked at the paper kite and at the same time looked at Yunting with her eyes, shouting with dissatisfaction:
"Is this her the young master painted? How can she be so beautiful!"