During the New Year's Eve dinner in the temple, only the men of the Zhou family and Shao Zhen got drunk in the end, and even the old Miao Zhu was just tipsy.

A man in his thirties was crying loudly at the dinner table.

"My son's life was saved here. Our family doesn't know how to repay... There are floods and droughts every year, and the elders are all gone. How can we repay this kindness? Ugh.

Woo..."

"It's okay, it's okay. If the child is okay, there is hope for everything..."

Lao Miao Zhu patted the man from the Zhou family on the shoulder, and couldn't help but look at Shao Zhen, whose face was red from drinking.

"It's me who can't help you, it's me..."

Yi Shuyuan stood aside with a smile and gently shook his fan. He glanced at Qi Zhongbin and then looked at Chen Han, seeing that she was somewhat at a loss for a man crying suddenly.

"Brother Zhou, don't be like this, we don't ask you for anything in return..."

While shaking the fan, Yi Shuyuan tapped the table with his fingers, first with his index finger, and then with all four fingers, tapping very rhythmically, as if he was feeling a song alone.

The men of the Zhou family undoubtedly drank too much, but people who drink too much may not always be unconscious. At this moment, they are just expressing their sorrow through alcohol, and at the same time, they are also implicitly expressing that the family cannot afford some expenses and they are eager to get sympathy.

"What's his name?"

How heroic! Yi Shuyuan praised silently in his heart, but suddenly realized that he looked like he was holding out the golden treasuries.

"You call the head of the house. When you transform before, maybe you can come up with a bad name. You don't have a sister yet. Let's call her Yu Xinmei!"

After all, it is the temple blessing of Zhenjun Temple, so it is still necessary to be scornful on weekdays, and it is even more likely to make harsh remarks at will.

Whether he touched his feet to wake himself up or not, and whether he had made any preparations beforehand, Niu Chengsi just spoke leisurely behind the table and talked about the book.

But the Shaozhen people gathering here gradually became very quiet, which inevitably aroused people's surprise.

Hui Mian's words can be regarded as pointing out the little snake's mood. At this moment, it seems to understand some people's hearts better than before.

It can be regarded as a small "scheming".

Chen Han was waiting for Shao Zhen to say something, and immediately agreed.

"Wrong or not, you see what I am drawing is a picture of a handsome man!"

Those people are all here to compete for the first incense stick on the first day of the new year. It is the first incense stick given to the Holy Lord in the new year. It is said that the True Lord will definitely take care of it.

"In other words, on this day and eight years, there was not a single family with the surname Yi in this corner of Cangnan. The eldest son in the family was a sick boy. The locals laughed at him for being stupid, but they knew that maybe the stupid boy was dreaming of a foreign land..."<

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"Humans, everyone wants to do it... Be it too great or too bad, no matter what you think, the world of good, evil, beauty and ugliness is actually so complicated!"

Gradually, the originally graceful outline under the paper became more and more turbid, and the commenting voices around gradually turned from low-pitched talk to loud discussion.

Hearing those words, the Confucian scholar who just spoke showed joy and immediately spoke again.

How long it takes to paint a painting rarely depends entirely on the artist's performance. Like today, Chen Han was already distracted, and coupled with the excitement last night, the painting was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the man in the painting jumped off the page.
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Chen Han let out a long sigh of relief, indicating that the painting was completed. What appeared on the paper was a scribe who was as airy as a fairy and a divine man...

Such a small amount of food is certainly enough for a little snake to fill its stomach, but it tastes tasteless, just like eating melon seeds. There is less food, but it is very tasteless even if it is kept in the mouth.

"Bad, this painting will be sold to girls!"

"No, no, this is a picture of a divine man painted in a temple!"

"Hmm!"

"It's a pretty bad name. It's so emphasised. Their sister is a fish, right?"

At that moment, Niu Chengsi seemed to be immersed in love at the wine table, and was reminded of the vague memories.

"Oh, what did you think just now, but now it's starting to take shape!" "That fellow's painting techniques are quite haphazard!"

"Hiss... is he really willing to give it up?" "Who knows, if I say authentic, it is authentic?"

In the room, Hui Mian has not yet sat on top of the little snake.

Chen Han held the pen and looked at the scroll with a smile on his face. His expression was one point satisfied and eight points satisfied. It was considered a painting!

In the room on the other side, mother and son, who had not finished dinner yet, were nestled in the quilt. The child who was sleeping next to his mother woke up at this time. I looked up at my mother and found that the former had his eyes open and was in a daze.<

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"Mr. Shao's painting is broken? Is it you who painted it?"

There is no question of whether Xiaoyong's law has portrait rights, but Niu Cheng's words are also consistent with common sense, and Chen Han may naturally refuse.

Of course, compared to many people who use drunkenness as an excuse to do ugly things that they usually want to do but dare not do, the men of the Zhou family feel helpless at the moment.

A group of people were quarreling over the completion of the painting, and everyone obviously wanted to get it. Niu Chengsi looked at the scroll under the table carefully, and Yu nodded slightly.

"It looks like the painting is about to be finished!" "Virtual..."

"Huh... it's broken!"

"This is bad. If you want that painting, you have to pay ten taels of gold!"

"Why are they such a philistine? This painting is a wonderful painting, the flowers are lifelike, the style and charm coexist, the water color and the sky light shine together, how can it be said to be stinky? Brother Shao, if you are willing to part with me, you can go home and get an authentic work of Fu Liang

How about in exchange?"

But there is only a wall, and the movement under the banquet is audible in my hand.

"Don't make any noise..."

If Chen Han can paint, he naturally knows how to paint. Once the painting is completed, his status in my heart is high. If I am more conceited, I can deserve ten taels of gold.

"Mom, dad seems to be crying..."

Seeing that, Niu Cheng, who rarely knows anything, understood that the painting was definitely done with caution.

The story touches people's hearts, and the storyteller is even more emotional. With just one mouth, he can interpret the joys and sorrows of decades later. However, for this pair of parents, the ending is not ideal.

When Yi Shuyuan got up, there were many people in front of him, many of whom looked like Confucian scholars.

Whether you are conscious or aware, whether you are a special pilgrim or a person in the temple, you will always look this way after thinking about it.

"At eighty years old, his father drank too much..."

At this moment, because Chen Han is painting here, it naturally attracts many people to come and see it.

"The spiciness in wine cannot be tasted. The body can freely transfer it to feelings..."

Under the influence of Qi, the scribe approached the painting step by step. The meaning and rhyme of the painting even vaguely surpassed your current state, making you forget to breathe...

Niu Cheng walked through the crowd and came to the table. The first time he saw the painting, his eyes widened slightly, and the pupils in his eyes dilated due to it.

"Shao naturally keeps his word, that painting is not for sale!"

Yi Shuyuan was still lying in bed in the room where the bed was made, and the fight for the first fragrance came to an end.

"Like a dream, like dew dyeing the morning light!" "Let you see it too..."

Painting seriously is actually very expensive. Just looking at the materials used by Chen Han, none of them are worth more than a penny to ordinary people.

The movement over there also attracted the busy scribes. Few people saw you coming, and they felt guilty for no reason, but everyone greeted you with smiles.

From the moment of dawn in the early morning, Chen Han started to put pen to paper intermittently except when polishing the color and ink. By noon, the painting was still not bad or too short.

The background of the scroll is the Xiaotong River, and the scene of the Zhenjun Temple is shown, and the man in the painting is obviously standing by the river. Although there is the Zhenjun Temple, the silhouette of the temple is not reflected in the river...
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The pair of snake and mink, who were originally natural enemies, are now sharing delicacies such as roast goose, duck, snacks and preserved fruits, and are also listening to the cries and storytellers in the room.

The front of the temple, facing the Xiaotong River, is a place where many young people hate to stay, and usually few people write or write here.

Ten taels is a large amount, and it shuts up few people around you. It means that the painting is worth that money, but it is such a small amount of money that you need to weigh it yourself.

"Indeed!"

"Of course it's impossible. As long as today's painting is completed, it will be left to you!"

"Mr. Shao, since the painting is of you, are you less qualified to get it than anyone else?"

The voice was intense and heavy, and it naturally distracted everyone present. The content of the story was none other than Yi Shuyuan himself back then.

It is not the simple clothes that scribes usually wear, but a feather coat, and even the hem and sleeve ends that are almost touching the floor do not show any scattered feathers...

It was very busy outside the temple today. The scribes had time to pay attention, but the Zhou family, the old Miao Zhu, and even Qi Zhongbin were all helping.

Hui Mian asked, and the little snake swallowed the sauced duck with its bones in its mouth, which had not been sucked into minced meat, and responded loudly.

Those things are actually nothing to Hui Mian, it is also a taste.

Niu Cheng smiled, as if the person in the painting had walked out of the painting, making Shao Zhen around him feel yearning for it.

Chen Han Xiaofang denied it.

A group of Confucian scholars were commenting here, but Chen Han was not affected at all. He began to write and draw little by little. He even opened the back box and took out some boxes. He thought that he would also grind some ore-like materials, like grinding ink.

Create colors such as green, green, red and blue...

The memory of madness is now extremely turbid. What happened in the past is nothing to Yi Shuyuan. It is only painful that his parents worked hard in depression...
To be continued...