"Uncle Zheng, don't worry, I will finish the follow-up story soon."
Sun Mo promised.
People called him "little friend" and they were still his fans. They were so generous, so Sun Mo changed his words and used an honorific.
"That's good!"
Zheng Qingfang drank a drink happily and continued to persuade: "But the money still has to be accepted. Don't worry, this money will not be included in the manuscript fee. I will also print a thousand, no, three thousand copies, and then sell them for the money." , excluding costs and fees, it’s all yours.”
"Isn't this not good?"
Sun Mo frowned, Zheng Qingfang had worked for him in vain.
"What's wrong? Such a wonderful novel must be seen by everyone, otherwise it will be a pearl covered in dust and a waste of resources."
Zheng Qingfang spoke righteously, but as for money, he didn't mention a word.
As a high-ranking official, Zheng Qingfang had no shortage of money. What he lacked was a place to spend money.
After watching "Journey to the West", Zheng Qingfang immediately fell in love with the Monkey King and the holy monk Tripitaka. He would not sleep well if he did not benefit others.
Zheng Qingfang has decided that when the book is printed, he will send it to dozens of friends first, otherwise they will definitely blame themselves for getting good things but keeping them to themselves without telling everyone.
"Congratulations, you have gained your first loyal fan!"
The system teased.
"Then why don't you give me a reward?"
Sun Moxin said, I will write my own stuff for the next book.
System 'hehe'.
"Well, as a man, you have to be more generous and don't push around for a few taels of silver."
Zheng Qingfang made the final decision.
Seeing that Zheng Qingfang was indeed impatient and that he really wanted to give it to him, Sun Mo toasted: "Thank you Uncle Zheng for your kindness, but I will be disrespectful!"
"Too many etiquettes, trouble!"
Zheng Qingfang frowned and waved his hand: "Be free and easy!"
What else could Sun Mo say? His die-hard fans are so unreasonable and crazy!
The topic between the two of them always revolved around learning from the West, and Zheng Qingfang wanted to empty out all the plots in Sun Mo's stomach.
Lu Zhiruo sat next to him obediently, not interrupting or breathing loudly. She could only be seen when refilling the wine.
"By the way, if it's going to be published, it needs to be illustrated. Do you have any ideas?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
This was the first time he had seen this type of novel, and the four masters and apprentices were so stylish that Zheng Qingfang was worried that the painter he hired would not be able to grasp the essence of the characters.
Sun Mo perked up: "How many do you want?"
"It depends on the content, but portraits of each character are definitely required."
Zheng Qingfang has been in the officialdom for so many years and has long been a master. One look at Sun Mo's expression and guessed what he was thinking: "Sun Xiaoyou is a famous teacher. He must be versatile and has dabbled in painting, right?"
"good!"
Sun Moxin said that in the morning, I could draw a picture of a chicken eating rice, but no one else could understand it except myself. But now, after I have mastered painting, I can be an expert in the branch of Chinese painting called "figure" painting. A master's sentence.
"Why do you have to be humble? My peerless master teacher system is shameless?"
The system was unhappy: "Tell him loudly that you are a master of Chinese painting!"
"Oh? How many days will it take to complete the manuscript?"
Zheng Qingfang couldn't wait. The illustrations drawn by the original author must be the ones that best reflect the essence of the novel.
"Now?"
Sun Mo had to prepare lessons and teach the first public class well, so he didn't have time to run to Yulaixuan Bookstore.
"ah?"
Zheng Qing almost looked suspicious and asked if you could do it. Isn't it necessary to draw illustrations
"You should have pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, right?"
Sun Mo has read too many works and derivative works about Journey to the West. Those characters have already existed in his mind without having to conceive them.
"You really don't need to brew?"
Zheng Qingfang asked his old servant who had been with him for more than ten years to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Forget it, let Sun Mo draw. The original author should still be given face.
Besides, if that doesn't work, it's not too late to find a skilled painter yourself.
The long table was set up, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones ready. The old servant did not step back, but took two steps back and stood by the side, ready to serve at any time.
Regardless of the two steps back, they are just right, neither too close to disturb the guests, nor too far away to make the guests feel that they are being treated poorly.
If he wasn't from a big family, he wouldn't be able to practice it.
This is the so-called heritage of a big family, and it is evident in every detail.
Lu Zhiruo spent her time working as a maid.
Sun Mo picked up the brush, originally thinking it would be unfamiliar, but after a few breaths, a familiar feeling suddenly emerged, as if he had been writing from the heart for more than ten years.
After dipping his hand in ink, Sun Mo put pen to paper.
As the first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie, Quan should practice writing.
The master-level 'figure painting' painting technique allowed Sun Mo to draw exactly what he wanted without any errors.
For the first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie to practice his brushwork, and the effect was far better than he imagined.
Zheng Qingfang saw a monster with a pig's head and a body carrying a nine-tooth rake appear, and the plot about Zhu Bajie suddenly emerged in his mind.
Vivid, vivid, and more artistic.
"good!"
After Zheng Qingfang praised Sun Mo, he couldn't help but look at Sun Mo.
This young man, who was only twenty years old, did not expect that he would already have such high attainments in Chinese painting.
Doesn't he want to become a famous painter
Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang felt a little pity. After all, the social status of famous painters was just that, far less noble than the famous teachers who taught the way of cultivation.
Sun Mo didn't notice Zheng Qingfang's gaze. He was completely immersed in the pleasure of painting. If the situation wasn't right, he really wanted to draw a picture of Mr. Hatano without any clothes.
There's nothing I can do about it, Sun Mo doesn't even recognize the person wearing clothes!
One piece! Two! Three!
Sha Wujing! Ancestor Bodhi! Little white dragon!
Sun Mo's painting was so enjoyable, it was like a game he had just bought or a short movie he had downloaded. How could he go to eat without enjoying it for a while
Lu Zhiruo and Zheng Qingfang also enjoyed watching it, and the plot was whizzing out in their minds. Even the old servant standing next to him couldn't help but stand on tiptoes and look at the rice paper on the table.
These characters are painted with charm, as if they are about to jump out of the page!
When the moon rises above the willow branches, the ninth portrait depicts the scene of the blazing-eyed Monkey King stepping over the alchemy furnace.
“Awesome!”
Zheng Qingfang finally couldn't help it and clapped his hands in praise.
This Sun Dasheng is so vividly painted, with that sharp, domineering, and unruly aura coming to his face.
"yes!"
Lu Zhiruo nodded hurriedly.
"Draw the last picture and then rest!"
Sun Mo moved his wrists and neck, feeling a little tired.
"Draw another picture of Master Tripitaka?"
Lu Zhiruo begged softly.
"good!"
Sun Mo started writing. This time, he chose Tripitaka from Journey to the West. He was no longer wearing gorgeous cassocks, and his body was dusty.
Holding the white horse and the nine-ringed tin staff, they trudged hard against the wind and sand.
As he was drawing, Sun Mo thought of his education path, and how he established a foothold in the city's No. 2 Middle School after graduation, rising to prominence step by step, and finally became a gold medal teacher in the high school department, deeply appreciated by the old principal.
Now, after arriving in the Tang Kingdom of Zhongzhou, it was impossible to say that he missed home, but thinking about Li Ziqi, Lu Zhiruo, and several new students, Sun Mo suddenly became full of pride again.
If they trust themselves, they must teach them well so that they will not let them down.
A soft-boiled person
Graduated from a rubbish school
He has no talent and is just an ordinary person who should live an ordinary life for the rest of his life
Just wait and see!
I will soon become the number one teacher in the school, the number one teacher in Jinling, the number one teacher in Jiangnan...
Am I not worthy of An Hui
One day I will ask you to change your story and say that Anhui Anhui climbed up to me!
Sun Mo's pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and he splashes ink with his brush.
Tripitaka's Journey to the West is gradually taking shape.
During these days, Sun Mo was called a free-for-all by those people, and received countless looks and slanders from behind. He seemed to be open-minded and didn't care, but deep down, he was unhappy after all.
Sun Mo was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to prove himself.
"Since I have come to Middle-earth, and since I am still a teacher, I must be the best and prove that I am stronger than you natives of Nine Provinces! Better! More powerful!"
Sun Mo ran away from China, but he was still a young man at heart!
The blood is not cold yet, the ambition is not gone!
When you encounter slander and contempt, just fuck them, fuck them hard, until they are full of teeth and shut their mouths completely.
The spiritual energy from all around gathered at the end of the pen, and adhered to the scroll with Sun Mo's strokes.
"This... this is... the realm of wonderful writing?"
Zheng Qingfang exclaimed in surprise.
The so-called wonderful brushstrokes are a state that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a wonder.
The paintings painted by the artist seem to be real. When you look at them, your mind will be swayed and intoxicated.
There are three realms of writing and writing.
Third, the whole painting is lifelike. Because of the adhesion of spiritual energy, it is no longer a black and white ink paper color, but becomes colorful, revealing a strong atmosphere.
As long as people see it at a glance, they can't help but stop and stop looking away.
The second level is when the appreciator is infected by the artistic conception displayed in the painting and loses control of his emotions without realizing it. He is obsessed, hesitant, fond, painful, intoxicated by the painting, and wants to keep it as his own.
The first level is also the highest level of a famous painter.
The viewer is completely immersed in the painting, as if he has become the person in the painting, experiencing everything about him and understanding his life.
At this time, they have ignored the passage of time and stopped to watch, often for days and nights, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
Zheng Qingfang had heard that there were a few paintings handed down from ancient times that ordinary people could not look at at all, because once they looked at them, they could no longer look away, as if their souls were invested in the paintings, and the whole person became in a daze, and could only do nothing all day long. Think of this painting as a companion.