On New Year's Eve, all the shops, big and small, were closed for the New Year's Eve dinner, but only one painting studio was still open.
An inkstone, a paintbrush, a pot of hot wine, and a cup of tea.
The jade noodle salad of a second-grade practitioner of the Spring Painting Way is outlined in detail on the scroll.
Xu Zhiqiong came forward with a green lantern, took a look at the newly completed painting, laughed and said: "On New Year's Eve, can't you put down this pen?"
Shala was just about to roll up the scroll when she heard Xu Zhiqiong say: "Painter, please give me a word."
Dear readers, I only hope that there will be a place for salad among the stars.
In the future, when his cultivation is great, he may become a star, or he may be able to become a god, Shala will ask himself, but I hope that he can be worthy of all of you readers and be sincere."
Jade-faced Shala looked up at the night sky and said slowly: "There are countless stars in the sky. Shala looked up every night and painted the ladder to the clouds with a brush.
As soon as Shala picked up the pen, a gust of night wind blew out the candle.
Yumian Shala smiled calmly: "A few days ago, I was plagued by an epidemic. I had a high fever and was coughing and wheezing. I sat in front of the desk and felt like the world was spinning, but I didn't put down this pen."
Xu Zhiqiong nodded, picked up the new painting on the case and said, "I bought this painting."
Xu Zhiqiong sighed: "Why are you so persistent?"
It doesn't matter if you blow it out, Shala looked at Zhi Qiong's lantern.
"Brother, please hold a lamp for me."
Xu Zhiqiong raised the green lantern, and Shala wrote two lines of words:
The New Year is approaching, and Salad is here to give her blessings.
I wish all readers peace, success and all the best!