Chapter 629 Sketching the World The Blind Old Man Selling Paintings

"Boss lady, please buy all these things. They are all daily necessities. I like them very much and will use them in the future.

"Miss..."

The woman exclaimed in astonishment, her breathing became much faster, and she said in a trembling voice, "The things here will cost at least two thousand low-grade spirit stones..."

One hundred low-grade spirit stones can be enough for a family of three to live for a month in the mortal world, and can even feed a monster.

"Not bad." Xiao He nodded with a smile, "Boss lady, let's calculate the price. "

Oh my god!

This temperament is indeed that of a young lady from a wealthy family who came to Qiongyang Town incognito. The woman's face flushed. She didn't expect that this amazing adventure would happen to their family!

The boss also stopped talking to Chen Xun, turned his head and was stunned, with disbelief in his eyes.

They had only set up the stall for half a day, and they were directly booked for everything? ! ! This must be a young lady from the big city who is traveling!

Chen Xun was also stunned, and then smiled faintly. He would naturally not interfere with what the third sister wanted to do, let alone such a small matter.

The big black bull also walked towards Xiaohe. It had to move things!

Xiaochi sniffed the things on the stall, and from time to time he growled fiercely. Sister He definitely made a loss. Its suggestion was that it would be better to go back to the garbage island to pick up some waste materials and make it yourself!

The boss was not surprised, but looked at Chen Xun calmly: "...Brother."

"Haha, thank you for taking the time to explain the doubts, we really need these things, so let's buy them all. "

"Where is the young master's mansion? I will arrange for the spirit beasts to pull the goods for you two right now!"

The boss stood up suddenly and changed the title directly, saying, "We will definitely deliver it to your house within half a day!"

"Haha, no need, we can just take it ourselves."

Chen Xun waved his hand. He didn't have a place to stay yet, but he had an idea in his mind through the conversation. He looked at the big black cow, "Old cow, Xiao Chi, load the goods!"

"Moo~~" The big black cow turned its head and called perfunctorily, looking at Chen Xun with disdain. It was ready a long time ago!

"Woof! "Xiao Chi shouted to the sky, OK.

Everyone got busy instantly. The boss and his wife were busy, carefully loading all kinds of objects on them, with amazement on their faces, especially the red dog, so strong?!

The goods were about to submerge its body, but the young man said it didn't matter, just load it.

While they were busy, three small figures were also helping on the side, wiping their sweat from time to time, quite excited, and whispering:

"Brother...is our family rich?"

"Second sister, hurry...hurry up and help, the more you work, the more delicious food our parents will buy us in the evening."

"Second sister, my mother just told me that we will eat monster meat tonight!"

"Really? !"

"Really!"

"Then hurry up, put away that piece of cloth too. "

...

They trotted around, their faces filled with innocent and bright smiles, making the surrounding vendors envious.

They all secretly said that the Zhou family was really blessed. The trade fair in the town had just been open for half a day, and all the goods were bought by wealthy families. Who could compare with such luck?!

Half an hour later, the sky was a little dim, and the orange-red afterglow melted into the sky, casting a warm light and shadow.

The four figures gradually went away. The goods on them had already submerged their bodies, but their steps were extremely steady, as if this weight was as light as a fallen leaf to them.

Just when the last sunset was about to fade away.

Five figures also went away to the other side, walking on the street with a look of melancholy and joy.

The boss laughed continuously, full of energy: "Children, tell your father and mother what you want to do in the future."

"Dad, I want to practice martial arts, be a bodyguard, and travel the world!"

"Hahaha, that will cost a lot of spirit stones, but Dad supports you! ”

“Dad, Mom, Guangdai wants to be a teacher!”

“What a great ambition!”

“Well... I want to be like that sister. Oh, I don’t know what I want to do. Guanghan wants to eat monster meat!”

“Hahahaha...”

The boss and the boss’s wife laughed heartily, and the laughter echoed in the afterglow of the sunset. The family walked on the Sunset Avenue, gradually going farther and farther.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows very long, as if extending infinite warmth in the light of dusk, as if the years had thickness at this time, and the short moment was infinitely stretched in this moment.

…

Half a month later.

In an alley, Chen Xun and his family bought a small courtyard. Although it was not big, it carried a sense of tranquility of the years.

Two crane spirit trees were planted in the yard, bare and quite young.

The neighbors around knew that a family had come here, the eldest brother of the Chen family, the sister of the Chen family, and A black ox passed down from ancestors and a small dog picked up on the road.

They were also very enthusiastic and sent a lot of local specialties to congratulate the Chen brothers and sisters on their move to "Shuangshu Lane". The old man personally wrote a couplet and was very happy.

And the most coincidental thing was that the Zhou family also lived in this lane.

This made the three children very happy. They called Nangong sister one by one. Xiaohe was also happy in his heart. He felt that the mortal world was so lively and there was a sense of spiritual habitat.

Today, the sun was shining.

Chen Xun walked through the alley with one hand on his back and the other holding a health tea cup. The people passing by greeted him enthusiastically:

"Brother Chen, do you have no work to do? Tell your uncle Zhang, you are still so young, learn a craft!"

"Haha... Aunt Wang, to tell you the truth, I am proficient in a hundred and eight crafts in the world, aren't you still thinking about what to do!"

"Oh...that's it." Aunt Wang was very lively, with a thoughtful look on her face, and she really believed it. "If you have no idea, come to your aunt and I will give you some advice."

"Good!"

"Oh, you are so young, why do you still pretend to be serious while drinking tea?!" Aunt Wang smiled and glanced at the health tea cup, "This is not something my daughter will like."

"Aunt Wang, I still have something to do, so I won't talk more!"

"Hey, eldest brother of the Chen family, remember what I said!" Aunt Wang looked at the figure in white who quickly fled and shouted, "We have to find something serious to do."

"good!"

Chen Xun smiled, turned around and held his hands in his hands, still running backwards, "I remember, thank you Aunt Wang."

"Hey, you've learned how to behave like a person in the world." Aunt Wang smiled and shook her head, then continued walking and looked at a woman, "Madam Zhou, are you going out again?"

"Haha, buy some clothes for the child. Does Mrs. Wang need it? I'll bring it back to you." The woman smiled kindly, "At this age, he grows up too fast."

"No..."

Aunt Wang started chatting again, and she seemed to be unable to stop talking, which made Chen Xun feel a little dizzy. Is there anyone in the world who can talk better than him? !

Outside the alley.

An old blind man sat aside, embellishing his pen and ink. His body was thin and wrinkles were deep on his bronze face.

The most eye-catching thing about him is that his eyes are as black as night, but they have no vision.

The strange thing is that he still seems to be able to see the subtleties of the world clearly through his perception.

The old blind man's fingers were slender and thin, but he manipulated the brush dexterously. His movements were like the airflow between heaven and earth, smooth and rhythmic.

He mainly uses ink color, and the ink spreads on the paper, turning into various forms such as landscapes, flowers, birds, and figures.

Use dark and light ink to outline the undulating contours of the mountains, use dense and regular brush strokes to depict the swaying postures of flowers and leaves, and use simple and accurate lines to outline the expressions of the characters.

His paintings are full of vitality and movement. In the landscape paintings, the mountains are undulating and the water is rippling. It is as if you can hear the singing of birds in the forest and the gurgling sound of the stream.

The flowers in the flower-and-bird paintings are delicate and delicate, and the birds are lifelike, as if they can spread their wings and fly at any time.

But what is even more amazing is the old blind man's grasp of details and his ability to express himself.

He can outline the veins of a leaf and depict the texture of petals with subtle strokes, as if he can touch them.

The figure paintings are even more lifelike, with expressions and expressions all present in them. It is as if you can hear the breathing and heartbeat of the characters, making people feel as if they have entered an otherworldly realm.

The old blind man always sits quietly in the streets and alleys. He is taciturn and seems to be alienated from the world and human beings.

Although he can't see the colors in this world, he embellishes this world with his heart, adding a different color to this world.

The old blind man made a living by selling paintings, wandering around in loneliness all his life, and finally returned to his ancestral home in Shuangshu Lane, where he planned to spend the rest of his life.

At this time, a figure slowly appeared in front of him. The breeze was blowing a picture scroll, and the scenery of mountains and rivers seemed to be riding out of the wind, and then fell into silence as the breeze disappeared.

The old blind man was still waving his paintbrush, unmoved. There was an ancient sign beside him: A meal, a bottle of wine, and a painting are all available for you.

There was some appreciation and a hint of fierceness in the eyes of that figure, and he spoke calmly at this moment:

"Old sir, the painting you made already has three of my skills."