Concubine Yun looked at Li Luo's embarrassed look and burst into laughter.
He covered his mouth and chuckled and said: "How about I give you a few shouts? Hehe, if one day the world knows that the ninth prince of Da Gan is selling calligraphy in the busy market, and Concubine Da Gan De is waving the flag and shouting, it will be a good story."
Li Luo was so ashamed that he dared not even say so. Looking at Concubine Yun's interest, he felt helpless. He didn't know what to eat after lunch.
Now the two of them are really penniless, but Concubine Yun still doesn't care about it at all. At this time, she is listening carefully to the cries of the vendors next to her. It seems that if no one stops, she will really
He raised his voice and shouted.
Li Luo's mind changed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "How about I try to make a painting?"
Concubine Yun asked in surprise: "Painting?"
Li Luo nodded and said: "I'm afraid these calligraphers may not go to the market. If they are painting, someone may buy them."
At the end of the day, even Li Luo had some doubts.
Concubine Yun's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly arranged the pen and ink for Li Luo, urging: "Then let's give it a try."
Li Luo picked up the pen and calmed down his mind slightly. When he was about to put down the pen, he paused slightly for some reason, and there was a rare look of sadness in his eyes.
Falling into Concubine Yun's eyes, she felt a tremor in her heart for no reason. Just when she was about to ask, she saw Li Luo slowly writing, without any luck, and a few lonely lines appeared on the paper.
The brush strokes are gently turned, and the lines and shadows follow each other. A crabapple stands quietly, as if it will break out of the painting. The painting has not moved, the flowers have not moved, the branches and leaves have not moved, the sky is quiet and the clouds are light, but a few lonely petals are lingering.
She was so helpless that she floated down.
When I was dazzled, these few petals of the flower seemed to have come to life. They were floating on the three-foot rice paper. They fell down and started to float again. It seemed like a cycle of reincarnation. The flowers bloomed and faded, and the flowers faded and the flowers bloomed.
Come back again and again.
Looking at the painting, it is as if you are actually there, and you can actually smell the faint fragrance of crabapple flowers. It is so exquisite and vivid that one stroke of the painting can't be exaggerated.
The pen and ink never stopped, and a figure, elegant and elegant, leaned against the crabapple tree, stretched out a jade hand, and gently caressed the branches of the crabapple.
Although it is just a silhouette, it touches the heartstrings of others. It seems to be lonely, it seems to be missing, it seems to be resentful, it seems to be looking forward to, it is like a charming and attached attitude of a daughter's family, which is deep into the bones, but it is still unfinished.
I don’t know if it’s infatuation, confusion, drunkenness, or hatred. It’s all a mixture of emotions. I just complain that I can’t be included in the painting, even if it turns into a leaf or a flower on the branch, it can relieve the sadness and depression of this figure.
When others saw it, they wanted to come forward and argue with Li Luo, resenting why they treated this beautiful woman like this.
When this lonely silhouette falls into the painting, it makes people feel more pity than seeing the true face. A trace of speculation, a couple of tears, and a third of eagerness are absorbed into the very moving scene.
If the art of painting is like this, it should have entered the realm of transformation.
Li Luo looked lonely, and he didn't know how long it took. Finally, he came to the last stroke. Li Luo touched it gently. Trees and branches, flowers and leaves, sorrow and hope, combined with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, were quietly spread on the paper.
superior.
Li Luo put down the paper and pen, stood up, and suddenly froze when he saw the painting on the paper. He suddenly held his breath. An unspeakable emotion filled his heart, but he didn't know why he drew this painting.
Come.
"What a painting!" A cheer suddenly came from in front of me.
Li Luo was startled and looked up. He didn't know how long it was that the table was already filled with passers-by. They were all looking at the paintings on the table with shocked expressions.
The work is based on the virtual reality of time, the light and heavy, and the right and wrong. With only black and white, there is such a vivid work that even those who are not good at calligraphy and painting are fascinated by it.
When he was painting just now, Li Luo was not focused on anything else, and he never noticed that so many people had gathered in front of him. After learning the Bing Xin Jue, it was still second to none.
Li Luohuan glanced around and saw Concubine Yun standing beside him, also looking at the person in the painting with a confused look, not knowing what he was thinking.
Li Luo smiled faintly, bowed his hands gently, looked down at the paper, and said nothing.
"The brush is like a god, and the painting is very good." A middle-aged man in brocade clothes praised, "I wonder, sir, what is the price of this painting?"
Li Luo hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to respond. He was secretly saddened by how this painting was sold.
The middle-aged man asked again, but Li Luo didn't seem to notice. He was still looking at the paintings on the table blankly, as if he was lost in thought.
The middle-aged man and several people around him looked at the painting made by Li Luo and made judgments one after another. One of them reached out and was about to touch the painting. Suddenly, Concubine Yun took a step forward, reached out with her jade hand, pressed down on the painting, and shouted softly: "
This painting is not for sale."
"Not selling it?" Several people were in an uproar, and the middle-aged man laughed and said: "Since everything has been drawn, there is no reason not to sell it."
Concubine Yun replied stubbornly: "We keep this painting for ourselves. If you like it, my brother can make another one for you."
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "I just like this painting. The other one may not be rare for me."
Concubine Yun stubbornly continued: "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it. If you don't care about it, don't buy it."
The middle-aged man was not angry, and laughed and said: "You little brother, how can you do business like this? Well, this painting is indeed extraordinary, and I am not stingy. If this young master is willing to part with me, I will give you ten taels of silver."
,how?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table took a breath of cold air. Ten taels of silver was enough for an ordinary person to spend several years, but looking at this painting, thinking about it, it should be worth the price.
Concubine Yun bit her red lips gently and said firmly: "I won't sell it."
The middle-aged man showed a bad intention on his face, and his tone turned cold and said: "It is true that the painting is a good one, but if you do this, you will be breaking your trust."
The middle-aged man stopped talking, and a rich young man with a big belly squeezed through the crowd. He glanced at the painting on the table and shouted: "Are you doing business? Everyone wants to make more money. I'm bidding fifteen taels for this painting."
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After saying that, he was speechless. Looking at the beautiful figures in the painting, he almost drooled. He praised repeatedly: "The painting is wonderful, indescribable."
Concubine Yun's face turned red and she was about to say something. Suddenly, Li Luo said softly: "Sell it."
"What!?" Concubine Yun replied suddenly, staring at Li Luo with her pretty eyes, as if she didn't want to believe it.
Li Luo looked at Concubine Yun quietly, hiding her sadness, and smiled softly.
I may have seen this crabapple before, but I have never waited for the crabapple to bloom. At this time, the crabapple is already withered branches and leaves. How can I let Concubine Yun's thin body protect me in front of Li Luo and the crabapple on the paper.
"You..." Concubine Yun seemed a little angry and looked at Li Luo angrily.
Li Luo touched the palm of his hand without leaving a trace. His palm seemed to hurt, and it spread along his arm to his heart.
Li Luo took a long breath and said with a warm smile: "Thank you very much, brother. If you like it, I will sell this painting to you." (To be continued.)