Bai Song yawned and drank a large bowl of strong tea, but he still couldn't get rid of his sleepiness. He needed something to do at this moment, otherwise he would really fall asleep directly.
Bai Song had no interest in teaching this annoying boy. It could be seen that Yu Ji on the side walked over calmly after hearing the sketch.
It's obvious that these good-looking brothers are interested in sketching.
Since it was Miss Yu Ji who was interested, Bai Song was happy to show off his talent.
Of course, at this moment, neither of them knew that what Bai Song drew in the examination room was called a sketch.
Bai Song took a pen, spread out the paper, and started his sketch teaching class.
This lecture lasted from the time when the sun was shining brightly until the sun set.
Bai Song talked about what perspective is, what is near and far, what is reality and reality, what is contrast, what is reference, what is shadow, what is reflection, what is horizontal line...
This is a set of theoretical knowledge based on Western painting, which fully fills the gaps in current painting theory and echoes certain ink and wash techniques.
I heard that this brother and sister were confused, but they also felt that it was profound and mysterious.
After a lot of theoretical knowledge, Yu Ji has been persuaded to give up. Although the sketch is wonderful, it is obviously not worth the gain to abandon the previous painting experience and specialize in one.
Yu Qingqing was very interested and eager to try with a charcoal pen.
Because in her heart, her own portrait is the best painting in the world, and she must work hard to learn how to paint one for Mr. Bai one day.
Bai Song asked the waiter to bring out an egg and place it in front of Yu Qingqing.
"Don't you want to learn sketching? Let's start by drawing eggs."
Yu Qingqing frowned: "Draw eggs? What I want to draw are people."
"If you can't draw an egg well, how can you still talk about drawing people?"
Yu Qingqing frowned, a little dissatisfied, but since she was a beginner, she could only listen to Bai Song.
Bai Song thought to himself that the great painter Leonardo da Vinci came here like this. An egg can deal with this little tit for a year or two. He hoped that he could really calm down and stop disturbing him from getting close to Yu Ji.
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Two women who were listening to music upstairs came down.
Qing'er seemed very satisfied and had confidence in the program of the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival.
After that, we watched the sunrise and sunset, counting the days and waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In the Bai Song Dynasty, life in Chang'an gradually became normal. Every day, I went back and forth between the bank and home, planning the decoration of the bank with Qing'er, and asking what other families had prepared for the lantern festival.
When the sun comes out, just soak up the sunshine in the Sangsang Courtyard.
When it rains, take the white bees and count the puddles together under the eaves.
Life in ancient times was not so grand and exciting. When Bai Song felt a little bored, he would occasionally think of the princess in the pavilion and the skirt with her rich body fragrance.
But after that, the young eunuch never looked for him again, but Bai Song occasionally missed him.
Bai Song took the time to write a letter to Xiang'er, asking about various things at home, and also wrote a few modern and sexy love poems, which probably made Na Nizi blush after reading them.
Bai Song also thought about whether to go to Shu Wang, but he felt that this was not the right time. Since he had become a disciple of Yu Shinan and became his disciple, he would soon have a great career.
You have spent so much time waiting, but now you can’t wait anymore?
After thinking about it, Bai Song always suppressed his inner impulse and refused to inquire about any information about Shu Wang and Li Jing.
During the few days of waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival, apart from the few closest people, the person Bai Song came into contact with the most was actually that annoying little tit.
Ever since he came into contact with sketching, that man went to the bank every day.
If nothing else, I could use some charcoal pens to draw at the bank.
After going back and forth, Yu Qingqing became familiar with everyone in the bank. Everyone in the bank liked this little tit. They could hear her chirping every day, and no one dozed off in the idle afternoon.
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August fourteenth.
The streets and alleys in Chang'an City have a festive atmosphere.
In a simple house in Quchifang, Miss Mingyue opened the door with roast chicken and soju.
After entering the hut, there was a strong smell of alcohol inside. There were wine bottles rolling down all over the floor and twisted poems and essays all over the walls. They were all painted directly on the walls with pen and ink. The whole house was in an indescribable mess.
Lu Yao was lying on the bed, holding the last sip of wine in the wine bottle.
Alcohol can harm the body, but alcohol can also cure diseases.
Since being beaten half to death outside Yingyue Tower, Lu Yao has been seriously ill, but he managed to save his life through simple treatment and drinking all day long. Although he is now decadent, he is getting better day by day.
But Mingyue knew in her heart that this person's body was healed, but his heart was not yet healed.
Seeing the confused man on the bed, Ming Yue felt uncomfortable.
She knew that Mr. Lu was a good man and a talented man. He cared about the world and had great ambitions, but he had no way out.
Mr. Lu's annoyance today is still due to the Turks who are causing trouble in Chang'an. The Turks' misfortune cannot be solved, and Lu Yao's heart is not at ease for a day.
"Master Lu, I brought you your favorite roast chicken and soju."
"I know, just put it on the table and leave."
Mingyue frowned slightly, thought for a while and said: "Today is August 14th, and tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival..."
"Mid-Autumn Festival? I, Lu Yao, can't live in the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don't have any family, so I don't need to be reunited."
"I'm talking about the new lyrics for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival. When Mr. Lu gets free time, can he fill it in?"
"What kind of water tune singer? It has nothing to do with me!"
"But...but I have already agreed for the young master. This is the last day. If the young master doesn't fill in new lyrics, what will Mingyue sing at tomorrow's lantern festival?"
"Lantern Festival, Lantern Festival! Then why is this bullshit Lantern Festival so important to you? You are a girl, why do you always want to become famous? What's the benefit of becoming an oiran? Could it be that Miss Mingyue can't feel the sincerity of me, Lu Yao?"
"Young Master is sincere, and Ming Yue knows it well, but... it's just that Ming Yue's heart is not with Young Master..."
"If you don't care about me, why are you so nice to me? You give me food and drinks every day, and ask for help. If you don't like me and don't want to leave me, why don't you just let me die!"
"The young master is a good man with great talents. Mingyue doesn't want to see the young master sink like this. Mingyue has always remembered that the success of the young master is all due to the young master's poems and lyrics for the bright moon. The young master is kind to the bright moon, and the bright moon cannot but repay it.
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"Repay a favor? Repay a favor! Today you can take such good care of me, Lu Yao. What will you do to repay Bai Song in the future? When you are unknown, my poems can help you become famous, so you come close to me! Now you want Bai Song's
Yinzi pushed you to the top, and you are close to the Bai Song Dynasty. It doesn't matter whose lyrics are written by you anymore. I can't write the lyrics for "Shui Diao Ge Tou", so you can find someone else!"
Hearing Lu Yao's words, Miss Mingyue burst into tears and her body trembled a little. It was unbelievable!
"Mr. Lu, in your heart, is Mingyue that kind of woman?"
"Even if I don't want to believe it, I have to believe it! If you miss me, why don't you go far away with me? Even if I, Lu Yao, beg all my life, I will keep you from having a good life!"
Mingyue shook her head, her eyes firm: "Master Lu, the brothel girls like us have no other way to go but to climb higher. Once we fall from a high place, there will be an abyss beneath us. Master Lu wrote a poem for Ming Yue. Ming Yue
I am grateful in my heart. Mr. Bai has fought for Ming Yue’s fame, and Ming Yue is also grateful in my heart. Tomorrow’s lantern festival, Mr. Bai, is very important to me. Even if Mr. Lu really refuses to write lyrics, I will definitely find a new way. Since Mr. Lu is like this
Be resolute and Mingyue won't bother you."
After saying that, Mingyue turned around and prepared to leave.
At this time, Lu Yao suddenly sat up from the bed, lowered his head and asked in a deep voice: "Miss Mingyue, let me ask you one last question."
"Sir, please speak."
"Me and Bai Song, who will you choose?"
"..." Mingyue frowned, "I am the same to Mr. Lu and Mr. Bai. I am grateful and have no personal feelings."
"I said you must choose one!" Lu Yao patted the bed in annoyance, his words scary.
Ming Yue trembled, seeing that Lu Yao was actually a little scared, she took a step back, and then said: "The current Mr. Lu is not the person that Ming Yue likes. If she has to choose one, Ming Yue is even more attracted to Mr. Bai."
"Ha..." Lu Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered.
Then he pulled out a paper ball from the pile of waste paper under the bed and threw it to Mingyue.
"The "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" you want, from now on, you don't have to come to see me!"
The paper ball flew into Mingyue's arms, somewhat suddenly.
Mingyue didn't understand it for the first time, but when she opened the paper, she saw that there were new lyrics to "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" written on it.
Mingyue looked at it carefully and murmured: "Putting the wine against the slanting sun, silently asked the west wind. What's the matter with rouge? I dyed hibiscus with color..."
As she watched, a divine light flashed in Mingyue's eyes, and she immediately became happy. She quickly folded the paper with the new words on it and cupped her hands to Lu Yao: "Young Master Lu's talents are not diminished, and Mingyue owes you a huge debt."
It’s a favor!”
After saying that, Mingyue hurriedly left, excited with this new poem.
This is the last day, and I finally have a new word on the last day!
She had been urged many times by people from Qianzhuang before, and Miss Qing'er even mentioned many times that she wanted to change someone to write lyrics. It was Mingyue who insisted that Mr. Lu Yao not change, saying that by giving Mr. Lu some time, he would be able to give Qianzhuang a satisfactory result.
reply.
Mingyue was worried before, but now she is finally relieved.
The quality of the lyrics written by Mr. Lu is undoubtedly the best among the best. Looking at the many talents in the capital, it is difficult to choose anyone who can compare with Mr. Lu.
New music paired with new lyrics is a perfect match.
With this poem, Ming Yue feels that she might be able to win the jackpot at the lantern festival!
At that time, not only myself, but Mr. Lu will also become famous, and he will not lose the love of Mr. Bai. Everyone will be happy, which is the best result!
Half an hour later, Mingyue arrived at the bank.
In the bank, Yu Qingqing was drawing pictures on an egg alone. In the past few days, she had to throw up after drawing eggs. Every time she complained to Bai Song that she wanted to change something, Bai Song always thought that there were no two perfect eggs in the world.
You can fight back.
There was nothing wrong with Bai Song's theory. Yu Qingqing could not refute it and could only continue the boring training.
It was rare to see someone coming, so Yu Qingqing quickly went over to say hello.
Mingyue has been to the bank several times, and every time she sees Yu Qingqing painting eggs there, she is also very surprised: "Master Yu, why don't you go home and paint instead of here?"
"Hmph! It's all that Bai Song, who digs so hard that he can't even give me a charcoal pen! There's no other place to go except here."
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