#fourth sketch
This is a page in a children's picture book. The edges are filled with orange and red with crayons, probably to express the scene of being surrounded by red maples and sumac. In the middle is a big house with simple lines. It seems that you can see the resting inside through the wall. People, two of them are playing chess in one corner of the room, two of them are reading in the other corner, three people are sitting around a computer and don't know what they are watching, another group of people are sitting together eating, drinking and chatting, and three people outside the house are using a small stove outside cook something.
The house has an ancient tile roof, on which a plaque was drawn with a black crayon, and two immature characters were written: Fenglu.
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Mu Yiran encountered an opponent playing Go, and almost every move had to be considered.
Yue Cen played more calmly, occasionally chatting with each other: "Fenglu is the first time to meet a guest."
"Huh?" Mu Yiran put Heizi between his fingers and looked up at Yue Cen, "En."
"I think it's an old building, but judging from the upholstery, the freshness of the utensils and the books, it seems like there's very little hospitality; the staff here are well-trained, but the attitude towards the guests is always the same. There are some polite manners that use too much force, but lack a habitual calmness." After Yue Cen finished speaking, he looked at the chessboard and placed his white stone in an unexpected position.
Mu Yiran held his cheeks in silence for a while, and said, "If you started painting earlier, everyone might be able to reduce some sacrifices."
Yue Cen was silent for a while, and soon smiled softly: "It's rare to hear Mr. Mu's praise so much."
At this moment, the noise from Luo Meng and the others was extremely loud: "You are too—unlikely! This horror movie? It's not as good as Tutu with big ears! It seems that painting has really exercised my courage."
Li Xiaochun sat in the middle: "I've always been indifferent to horror movies anyway, because I know it's fake and it's a prop."
Wei Dong looked at Luo Xie and said, "You entered the painting with your mouth shut. How did you explain it to your girlfriend?"
Just next to the tea table not far away, Luo Meng's girlfriend was having tea and chatting with her companions, and she didn't seem to be aloof at all. It seemed that she had made an appointment with Gu Qingqing to go to the lake to observe egrets together on weekends.
"I haven't seen a real wild egret," Luo Meng's girlfriend smiled sweetly, "When I was in middle school, I especially liked to read Jane's prose, I remember she wrote: When I can't comfort you, or you Don't care about me anymore, please remember that in our humble fleeting years, there were twelve egrets flying over the lake in autumn."
"It's so beautiful," Gu Qingqing nodded frequently, "I remember excerpting Du Mu's poems when I was a child, and one of them was about an egret: Frightened flying to the distant Bishan, a pear tree falling in the evening wind. - If it is a metaphor for the scene of pear flowers, It is already beautiful, but this pear flower is used to describe a large group of flying egrets, which is really beautiful."
The two girls had never seen each other very late.
Wu You, who was eating sugar-fried chestnuts next to him, paused, and asked Fang Fei in a low voice, "I want you to come up with a poem about an egret right now, can you?"
"Okay, two orioles sing green willows, and a group of egrets ascend to the sky." Fang Fei replied eloquently.
"It's really yours. If you ask me this question in the painting, I'm sure I'll be dumbfounded."
Fang Fei intends to finish reading this poem: "The distant shadow of the lonely sail is gone, and the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains."
"It's really yours!" Wu You gave a thumbs up, and then looked at Shao Ling with an incredible face, "Mr. Shao, why don't you even eat chestnuts fried in sugar? That's a shell!"
—Wei Dong: "...No, Radish, how on earth did you explain the painting to your girlfriend?"
Luo Xiao looked at the mother zombie on the screen with a calm expression, howling and giving birth to tens of thousands of slippery baby zombies, and took a bite of the sweet and greasy persimmon: "We are a team, playing a game called "Painting Horror". A large-scale entry-level game."
Wei Dong: "… "
Li Xiaochun whispered: "Even if your girlfriend is not interested in games, what if she suddenly wants to search for it, or chats with friends and finds that there is no such game?"
Luo Yan smiled lightly: "So, I partnered with my buddy who opened a game company."
Wei Dong was surprised: "Damn it, I must not be able to play this game."
Li Xiaochun: "Luo Yu, you are absolutely in love with your girlfriend."
"That's necessary," Luo Yao stretched out, "My girlfriend is in love with it, and she plans to come to play every autumn."
"The boss said that Fenglu welcomes us at any time." Li Xiaochun even had the idea of directly seeking a chef position in Fenglu, so that he could live here every day.
Fenglu is a villa built in the mountains. Next to the villa, there is a glass open house built on the mountain.
Everyone is in this open house at the moment, and through the transparent glass walls, you can see the beautiful autumn scenery.
Outside, it was the bright and swaying October autumn light.
Ke Xun, Qin Ci, and Curator Hua's nine-year-old son are now making tea in the old fashion outside Fenglu.
Through the glass wall, Curator Hua looked at his son who was having fun, and his seven-year-old daughter who was sitting under a big maple tree painting seriously, and suddenly felt the happiness of the quiet time.
Next to him, Zhu Haowen was burying his head in reading a book. Since he told him some vulgar knowledge and found a related book from the bookshelf, he looked fascinated.
Over there, Luo Weidong and the others were the most lively. Curator Hua smiled unconsciously: "I think that on the glass plank just now, the radish was still scared and stiff. It's completely different from now. He looked like that, let me Reminds me of the first time I drove a car."
Zhu Haowen: "..."
Curator Hua said with a smile, "The first time I drove, I got on the highway. Really, I didn't even dare to blink my eyes, I was sweating all over my body, and I don't know how to drive the three hours."
Zhu Haowen: "..."
Li Xiaochun has already interjected: "Director Hua, don't you know that driving has other meanings?"
Curator Hua: "Oh? Just driving a car, can it have other meanings?" Then he asked Zhu Haowen beside him, "Haowen, you have to tell me about this, I have to learn more from you young people. people's words."
Zhu Haowen: "...How about we continue to talk about New Year's customs."
#fifth sketch
On an oval-shaped piece of cardboard, if you don't turn it over, it's hard to see that it's actually a uniquely designed wedding invitation.
The beautiful pen with the effect like a small calligraphy brush hastily outlined a lively wedding scene on the back of the invitation. All the characters are dressed in full costumes, especially the two men in suits and leather shoes standing in the middle. The particularly tall man was smiling all over his eyes, in stark contrast to his aloof temperament; the man beside the tall and cold man burst into a big bright smile, which infected everyone on the screen.
Everyone on the screen is smiling, some seem to be raising their glasses and saying good wishes, and some seem to be talking about some interesting topics. Among them, two ladies in evening dresses are particularly eye-catching. The man with the flowers seemed to be complaining why he received the bouquet. And the man stared at the flower in his hand thoughtfully.
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