The sun at noon is just right, it is warm but not hot, and the breeze is blowing, which is very refreshing. It is most suitable to move a small bench and sit at the door for a nap.
Li Yi sat on a small bench, leaning against the wall with his eyes half-closed, the sun was shining on his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.
The current body is so fair that even women would be jealous when looking at it, and it has a completely white face. Li Yi plans to get a little tan, not to mention a bronze tan, but at least it looks a little manly.
The fly in the ointment is that the bench under the buttocks is too hard, and I feel uncomfortable when I sit up. I think about when I can make a recliner and lie on it every day at noon to bask in the sun. Life must become better.
Xiaohuan cleaned the yard, spread a clean coarse cloth, and took out the books in Li Yi's room to dry on it.
Scholars have the habit of drying books on July 7th to show their talents and learning. The more books they have, the more knowledgeable the owner is.
Li Yi is dismissive of such customs, isn't it just that there are a few broken books at home, what's there to be ashamed of
There is an entire library in his head, with millions of books covering all categories, hundreds of thousands of years ahead of the world, when did you see him show off
Opening his eyes, he saw a pretty figure busy in the yard, pointed to a corner of the room, and said, "Xiaohuan, there are still a few books there, don't forget to take them out to dry them too..."
"Got it, uncle!"
The little maid raised her head and smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, and trotted into the room.
When Xiaohuan ran over, there was a gust of fragrant wind blowing beside him, and Li Yi took a deep breath, feeling that the world seemed to be getting better.
Life seems to be slowed down countless times. Thinking of the busy days before, it is really like what I experienced in my previous life.
There is no nightlife. After dark, it really means the end of the day. Go to bed early and get up early. Li Yi must have never thought that one day he would live such a healthy and regular life.
When I was sighing in my heart, there was a rustling sound in my ears. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look over, and found that the little maid was squatting on the ground next to her, scratching something on the ground with a branch in her hand.
This weird behavior made Li Yi feel a little confused, and said, "Xiaohuan, what are you doing?"
The little maid stopped what she was doing, raised her head and said, "I'm drawing."
"Painting?" Li Yi poked his head to look, and vaguely recognized two fat ducks on the ground in front of Xiaohuan. He couldn't help but feel even more puzzled, "What kind of ducks should I paint well..."
"My lord, this is, this is a mandarin duck!" Li Yi's words made the little girl's pretty face flush, she quickly stood up and wiped away the marks on the ground, her pretty face flushed to the base of her ears.
The mandarin duck in the painting was recognized as a duck by others. If it wasn't for Xiaohuan, if it were another girl, she might not be able to fight Li Yi desperately.
Thinking that the two fat ducks were actually the mandarin ducks painted by Xiaohuan, Li Yi almost didn't laugh out loud, but seeing the little maid's face flushed with embarrassment and tears about to flow, he finally held back his smile, Asked: "Tell me, what do you do when you draw mandarin ducks?"
The little girl's pretty face was flushed, she rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and said in a low voice, "It's for the sky lanterns, and the sky lanterns will be released at night, and everyone will paint on the sky lanterns, so that wishes will come true. "
Li Yi thought for a while, waved to her, and said, "Go and get your sky lantern."
The little maid has always obeyed Li Yi's words, nodded and entered the room, and came out with something in her hand after a while.
"Is this the sky lantern?"
Li Yi looked at the thing in Xiaohuan's hand that was tied into a square frame with bamboo shavings and covered with a layer of white paper. Isn't this the Kongming Lantern
Of course, the Kongming lantern in Xiaohuan's hand is much rougher than that of later generations.
"Go grind the ink in the house." Taking the Kongming lantern from Xiaohuan, Li Yi thought for a while and said again.
Through the few strokes just now, Li Yi has a full understanding of Xiaohuan's painting level. Drawing two fat ducks on the lamp will definitely make people laugh, so it's better to paint for her directly.
The little maid now understood what Li Yi wanted to do, and with a happy expression on her face, she ran back to the house to get a pen and ink.
Uncle is a scholar, reciting poems and painting are definitely not a problem, but as a maid, some things are hard to say, Li Yi's actions are exactly what Xiaohuan wants.
At the same time, Li Yi's thoughts had drifted to the library in his mind, which was located in a corner of the second floor, the painting area.
"Chinese painting, oil painting, sketch, watercolor painting, three-dimensional painting, stick figure..."
There are several rows of bookshelves in the entire painting area, and there are probably at least a thousand books. Li Yi was dazzled by reading them, and after some screening, he still focused on the bookshelves related to stick figures.
He didn't have much foundation in painting. Even with this heaven-defying cheat, he couldn't learn to paint oil painting and other difficult paintings right away, not to mention that there was no oil painting material here.
Traditional Chinese painting is more artistic conception, which cannot be grasped in a short time, but stick figures are the most suitable.
With a thought in Li Yi's mind, books about stick figure drawing flew out of the bookshelf immediately, and turned into pieces of information, which fell into his mind.
In the house, Xiaohuan was standing beside the table and grinding ink, Li Yi put the Kongming lantern on the table and fixed it, and a picture had already formed in his mind.
Li Yiyong's pen is lower case, and the handwriting is thinner, which is just suitable for drawing stick figures.
While rubbing the ink, Xiaohuan stood on tiptoe to watch the thin lines being formed in my uncle's pen. After a while, a woman in a palace dress appeared, with ribbons flying behind her, as if she was in the clouds. Soon, a woman in coarse cloth The man appeared opposite the woman.
With just a few strokes, an endless Milky Way is outlined, separating the two.
Countless birds flew from afar and gathered at the feet of the two of them, forming an arch bridge across the two banks, connecting the two of them together.
"Meeting on the Bridge of Magpies..."
Xiaohuan stopped rubbing the ink, and her crystal eyes widened. She couldn't imagine that without using any colors, my uncle just used these simple lines to form such a vivid picture of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the magpie bridge. .
It was the first time I saw the little girl with a stick figure, and her little heart was obviously shocked.
Originally, she just planned to simply draw two "mandarin ducks", but what Li Yi drew really scared the little girl...