He untied the big hiking bag on his back, took out water and food from it, Ye Shixi said with a smile: "We are not in a hurry, we just climb slowly, let's rest after we have had enough rest." Back or arms for you.
In fact, he was thinking about it when he first started climbing, but Ling Qingyu was determined not to let him go. What's the point of saying that he didn't climb the mountain by himself? My mother can grow old and strong, and she can be carried on people's backs and hugged, what is it like!
Cheng Jia also untied the small mountaineering bag on his back, and took out...
The four treasures of the study, as well as rice paper.
After laying the folding drawing board on the stone table, Cheng Jia spread the rice paper on the drawing board and instructed Ye Shiyi to go to the mountain stream to get some water for grinding.
"Why do you want me to go?" Ye Shiyi stared at him, everything is here, I said why are you carrying a bag? It turned out that these things were installed! Is this going to continue to seduce my sister!
"How about giving you 20% of the money from the sale of the painting?" Cheng Jia put the pen holder away and said with a smile. He bought this set of things in a small shop when he was shopping in Hong Kong. The shop was small, but elegantly decorated. There were not many things inside, but everything was high-quality goods and genuine products. Although it was not as good as what he used to use, it was It is also very good, and it can even be regarded as a treasure here.
Cheng Jia spent more than half of the money in the card to buy this set of four treasures of the study, and bought some more high-quality rosin cigarette ink and pens, and then bought all the rice paper from the shop.
That kind of rice paper is really hard to find in today's world.
In that store, it was only five knives.
However, after spending so much money, I have to earn it back. It is not bad to sell a few paintings that I am not satisfied with.
Ye Shiyi's brows and eyes were filled with smiles when he heard about the money, he picked up the bottle of mineral water that Ling Qingyu had emptied, jumped down the cliff, and headed for the mountain spring.
Mama Ling let out a cry of surprise, she looked out and saw his red figure passing through the forest, nothing happened, so she was relieved.
"Sell money?" Ling Qingyu raised his eyebrows and said.
"Well, generally I am not satisfied with the paintings, if someone offers a reasonable price, I will not hesitate to sell them." Winking at Ling Qingyu, Cheng Jia said with a smile: "Otherwise, why do you think there is me outside?" Sell the paintings." The money from the sale naturally became his own private house, and it was a considerable sum over the years. Later, he gave the money to four cases and asked them to take care of the things to be done that day.
As the son of the Cheng family, the youngest number one scholar in the Zhou Dynasty, and the youngest high-ranking civil servant, can you save a private house like this
Ling Qingyu's eyes blinked, blinked again...
Patting her head, Cheng Jia pressed the paperweight onto the rice paper, and said with a smile, "Well, all the works you are proud of will be handed over, and 80% of the money from selling the paintings will also be handed over, how about it?" The remaining money is enough to buy paper and pens.
Ye Shiyi took the water and jumped up from the cliff, saying: "Could it be possible for me to sell this painting? What if your painting is good?"
"Then hang it in your room." Cheng Jia gave him a funny look, took the water in his hand and poured it into the inkstone and brush washer.
As soon as he started writing, studied the ink, and raised his head, Cheng Jia's breath subsided, and Ling Qingyu didn't make a sound. He went to sit on the stone railing beside the pavilion, looked at the scenery, and then looked at the scenery in the pavilion. Cheng Jia.
Ye Shishi sat down across the stone railing behind her, let her lean on him, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
There is a cool breeze in the mountains. Although it is in the south, the wind in late winter is still cool, blowing on the sweaty body, refreshing.
The embrace on the back was very warm, and the strong heartbeat seemed to be beating against the back of the heart, making Ling Qingyu unconsciously think of what he said after the joy last night.
At that time, Ye Shiyi's things were still in her body, and the two were connected together. She lay on his chest, stroking the ruby earring.
And he was panting lightly, suppressing the desire to get up again, his face was flushed, his eyes seemed to be dripping with water, his thin red lips were tender and charming, and he said softly: "Sister, in the next life, let Eleven do it." Do you raise pigs?"
At that time, she was taken aback, pig? Seeing his eyes flickering, he thought for a while before realizing that what he was talking about was probably the little fragrant pig, a small pig popular in Guangdong. It is the most delicious to eat as a suckling pig, and it can also be used as a pet.
Because they are small and not big, each of them is very cute. When passing by the restaurant for lunch at noon, she said that it is not bad to have such a small pet.
But pigs...
Looking at Ye Shiyi's face that was as beautiful as heaven, no matter how cute the pig was, Ling Qingyu couldn't connect the two.
"Yeah." Ye Shixi nodded seriously, straightened her waist under her fingers and let out a seductive moan, and said: "My sister raised me, fed me herself, hugged me to sleep, and waited for me to grow up enough to eat." , my sister will kill me with her own hands, make delicious food, and eat it mouthful, okay? Okay?"
Her shock at that time still reverberates in her chest...
So, she kissed back fiercely, and said: "My sister wants to eat you, she will only eat like this, my eleven is not a pig!"
Gently kissing her blush ears, Ye Shiyi hugged her a little tighter, recalling her reaction last night with satisfaction.
She ate him several times, maybe after resting for a while, she recovered her strength, and ate very violently, and the way of eating was also very rude, which made him very happy to wear a turtleneck today.
He still didn't say a word. In his previous life, he died too badly, which made her sad for a long time. Then in this life, he will definitely not be negligent and make such a big mistake. In this life, he will accompany her to the end of her life. He can't walk until the day when her deadline comes, he will take a step first, anyway, there is a guy like Ye Po who can handle the funeral, then, when the time comes, he will ask to be cremated with her, The ashes are all fused together, no longer separated from each other.
The cremation here is really good!
When Zhou Ziqing and the others climbed up panting like a cow, Cheng Jia had already put down his pen.
Although they were exhausted, but when they saw the painting, they didn't realize their eyes were bright, and rushed up directly.
With just a few strokes, it outlines the real and illusory scenery of the distant mountains surrounded by black clouds and mist, and the majestic and steepness of the nearby mountains is outlined in detail. A squirrel on the head is holding a pine cone and eating sweetly, and there is a small pavilion on the top of the mountains below the painting, and a couple of men and women hugging and kissing in the pavilion are highlighted with light ink shadows.
"It's so beautiful! Give it to me!" Huadong shouted excitedly.
"Beautiful thinking!" Ye Shiyi had already stepped forward before them and picked up the painting to let the wind dry the ink. He took out a painting tube from his backpack and put the painting scroll in. He hummed, "My 20% Woolen cloth!"
Cheng Jia was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't you want to keep it?"
Ye Shiyi gave him a sideways glance, and snorted, "Hmph, I can't see clearly, who knows who it is! Draw more clearly next time!"
"Then, there will be a fee." Cheng Jia said with a smile while collecting his pen and ink.