The clear sky outside didn't last long, it was probably at noon when the sky was slightly dull, and then there was a continuous light rain in Chang'an City. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
The sound of rain can be heard from the window sill in the pavilion, making the room a bit quieter.
It was raining lightly in the small building, and the footsteps on the street outside were hurried, probably pedestrians were looking for a place to hide from the rain.
The painter was sitting at the table and drawing. He could only come up with a vague outline of what the young woman described from the boy's mouth.
Although the boy told him the whole story of meeting this woman, what he said was only vague.
But if it is really as the young man said, then it should be a strange woman rarely seen in the world.
The painter has some regrets. If he could meet him, he might be able to paint a work that surpasses all his paintings. Unfortunately, he should not have the chance to see it.
The young man sitting in front of him looked at the painting in the hands of the painter, thinking about what he saw that day.
"Hey." The painter sighed, and slowly put down the right pen in his hand.
"Your Majesty, I can only draw to this extent."
Saying that, he sent the canvas in his hand to the boy.
It is rare to see the canvas being taken, the eyes of the people on it are flowing, the wine cup is lifted lightly, the snow is flying, the painting is indeed very good.
It's a pity that there is always something missing, which makes this painting only have those six-point colors.
There was a sense of relief in the boy's eyes, maybe that point couldn't be drawn.
He nodded: "Thank you, sir."
Get up and settle the money.
But the painter stretched out his hand and pushed the money back, shaking his head and saying.
"Your painting has not been completed, I really dare not have the audacity to accept it."
The painter thought for a while, then said with a smile.
"I haven't reached my goal yet, so I should continue to study hard. If I can become a painter in the future, I will come again."
"That's it, boy Huo Qubing, thank you sir."
"It's nothing, just thank Xiao Jun for telling me about this strange person."
The painter stroked his beard with a smile, and secretly made up his mind that he wanted to complete the painting.
The boy saluted and walked out of the small building.
Water curtains dripped from the eaves outside the small building, and the drizzle swayed in the wind.
He carefully put the canvas back into his arms, and left in the rain.
The painters in the pavilion rested for a while, then spread out a new roll of canvas, picked up the pen, closed their eyes and thought hard for a while, and then started painting again.
He has painted this painting for many years, and he has also painted many pieces, almost drawing one every few days.
Customers who come to him to buy paintings or make paintings will always see one or two paintings, and then look at the people on the paintings and ask the painters.
"What is the price of this painting?"
The painter always smiled and shook his head: "This painting can't be sold, it's not finished yet."
Then the guest would always ask, "Who is the woman in this painting?"
The painter's answer is the same.
"Daughter of Shuofang."
One day a man named Li Yannian saw the painting of Shuofang's daughter. He stayed there for half a day and made a song.
Later generations call it Li Yannian's song:
There are beauties in the north. Peerless and independent.
A look at the city. Look at the country again.
Ning doesn't know the allure of the city and the allure of the country. A beautiful woman is hard to come by again.
The sun outside was shining for the first time, and it seemed to be falling lazily on the snow, but the snow in Shuofang had stopped.
I can't see the flying snow all over the sky, but the clouds in the sky are still covered, the sun can't be seen, and the snow on the ground hasn't melted yet.
The wooden door of the hut was pushed back with a creak, and Gu Nan yawned while wearing her own clothes and walked into the small courtyard.
She hadn't slept in for a while, and she must have lived for a hundred years before she finally understood the truth that a day's plan lies in the morning. Or, it's just that she has insomnia and dreams.
It's colder when the snow melts, but the sun keeps people warm.
I wanted to take a shower, but when I walked to the water tank, I found that the water in the water tank was frozen with a layer of ice. Crack the ice cubes with Wuge and put them in the basin.
Then a fire was built, and the basin was set aside to wait for the water to heat up.
There are no other sounds in the yard in the morning, only the occasional birdsong in the distant sky, which should be a mountain eagle flying by.
Sitting on a rock, Gu Nan took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms.
This bamboo slip was given to her by Duanmuqing, and most of the basic principles of acupuncture and moxibustion were recorded on it.
She has the basis of acupuncture points and meridians, so Duanmuqing plans to teach acupuncture first. As for pharmacology, it is unavoidable to read and memorize before doing hard work, otherwise let alone understand it.
Frowning and watching the explanation of acupuncture points on the bamboo slips, she took out a bag from her waist.
The bag is spread out on the lap, and inside is a row of slender silver needles.
Rolling up his sleeves, Gu Nan stuck the silver needle in his own hand.
Whether the acupuncture is correct or not, she can completely grasp it based on her own feelings, because her body is different from ordinary people, she is not worried about making mistakes.
What's more, most of the acupoints she pierced are for promoting blood circulation and nourishing health, so if she makes a mistake, there won't be any major problems.
The flames beside him scorched slightly.
"Chize Cave"
Gu Nan turned his hand over and looked it up and down, groped around the elbow, and finally found a depression about the width of his thumb.
"It's here."
Talking to himself, he was about to pierce the silver needle.
But he was stopped by a person behind him.
"I, me and, you said several times, several times."
Standing behind Gu Nan, Duanmuqing said with a serious expression: "You, you have just started learning, don't, don't do needles on yourself."
"Uh, I'm doing it myself, isn't it?"
"Nonsense, talk nonsense!"
Duanmuqing cursed and stepped forward, carefully took all the silver needles from Gu Nan's hand.
This is often the case every morning, or random decoction, or random taste of herbs, Gu Nan will inevitably be said a few words by Duanmuqing, and the small courtyard will be a little more noisy.
Most of the time, Duanmuqing stopped talking, because she couldn't talk to Gu Nan, so she could only sit by herself and sulk. Gu Nan felt sorry, and was always the one who apologized first.
The breakfast for the two of them was very simple, and it would be breakfast if they boiled some rice soup, and sometimes some dried meat would be served with it. Duanmuqing doesn't eat meat, and Gu Nan bought these at the village market.
"The rice is almost finished." Gu Nan said after taking a sip of the rice soup.
"The skins of the sand snakes I dug out in the snow a few days ago should have been dried. I'll take the snake skins to the village and exchange them for some rice."
Animal skins and birds can be exchanged for many things in the market outside the Great Wall. Birds are not easy to catch, so Gu Nan often catches some animals.
It has been snowing for the past few days, and she has poured out a lot of snake nests. At this time, the sand snakes are still hibernating in the sand under the snow, and they will not move when they are turned out, so it is very easy to catch them.
Dried snake skin, snake meat can be made into jerky, and snake gallbladder is also a good thing.