famous moon

Chapter 25 A Blockbuster

Huang Chongxiao and Huang Ziying also had smiles in their eyes. If Lin Qingfu wasn't their future wife, they would probably have already started fighting for her.

However, Huang Zhiyuan's eyes still fell on Lin Qinghe. Lin Qinghe was supposed to enter the stage next. His eyes were calm and full of trust, not like others gloating at other people's misfortune.

Lin Qinghe looked at the old lady. The old lady's complexion was a bit ugly, and she was hesitating when she saw that the uncle's and madam's complexion was equally ugly.

The old lady said quietly: "Uncle Guo has a daughter who died young, her name is Mudan."

Lin Qinghe responded softly. This picture of peonies probably aroused the pain of Mrs. Guo, but Lin Qingfu didn't know it at all.

It's no wonder that this happened so many years ago, not to mention Lin Qingfu, even the second wife may not remember it.

Someone has already shouted: "There is still a daughter in Master Lin's house who has never performed."

Lin Qinghe got up with a smile, ordered her servants to prepare, and then walked slowly onto the field. She walked slowly, but swayed gracefully. Although she had a smile on her face, she had a kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

The door in the hall was closed and the curtains were drawn, the whole hall was suddenly dark, the sound of silk and bamboo was melodious and pleasant, especially moving in the darkness.

After lighting a lamp, Lin Qinghe grabbed a handful of sand under the lamp and began to paint, and the scene in the painting was projected by the lamp onto the white cloth wall next to it.

Lin Qinghe gently chanted while drawing with the sand with her fingers:

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

There are two carps in the middle, playing with each other among the blue waves.

The fish plays with the lotus in the east, and the fish plays with the lotus in the south.

In the depths of the lotus leaves, someone's daughter laughed and threw a lotus across the water.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

The owner, Mo Chou, is beautiful and beautiful.

Fourteen can recite books, fifteen can sew clothes.

Sixteen to pick lotus, Lingge leisurely.

Wearing lotus leaves in the sun, smiling and leaning against the South Pond.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

The water is covered with emerald green, and the flowers bloom with cold beauty.

How lucky are passers-by to meet here.

Meng Jun gave lotus root, and the heart of the lotus root is very complicated.

Meng Jun gave the lotus fruit, and his heart was as painful as frying.

Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian.

How easy it is to pick lotus, and how difficult it is to station horses.

The geese in the distant mountains are singing continuously, and the clouds in the distant Pu are as white as sails.

The distant bell urges the guests to go, and the long journey is long until the guests return.

Lead my green horse and raise my willow whip.

Follow the way when I came, and find my old love.

Looking back, Wang Jun is already across the shore, and weeping after waving goodbye to you.

See you covering your tears with sorrow, watching you move the boat with a smile.

Lost and thoughtful, blocked and unable to speak.

In the south of the Yangtze River, lotus can be picked, and the lotus leaves are empty.

Mo Yan picks lotus together, Mo Yan picks lotus alone.

The west wind in the lotus pond blows the fragrance away, and the overnight guest's dream is like cold water.

Her voice is light and faint, and it is indescribably charming with the sound of silk and bamboo. What's more rare is that the poems she read are in line with the pictures she draws, which is extremely surprising.

After the song "Plucking Lotus" was finished, the sand painting was also completed. The servants opened the door and drew the curtains, and the hall was suddenly bright.

And in her hand, it was nothing more than a handful of sand.

The audience was completely silent, and after a while, someone said, "Could it be that Miss Lin Qinghe was painting with sand just now?"

"I didn't expect that a handful of sand could draw such a beautiful picture. It's really rare."

"Yes, I really didn't expect Miss Lin Qinghe to be so ingenious."

"Today, the two young ladies from the Lin family won the first place."

"In my opinion, Ms. Lin Qinghe is better than Ms. Lin Qingfu. Ms. Lin Qinghe brought us such a beautiful picture with a handful of cheap things."

"Yes, I also think Miss Lin Qinghe is more ingenious, and she seems to be more intelligent to think of such an exquisite talent."

……

The people around were talking a lot, but Lin Qinghe just sat beside the old lady. The old lady gave her a gentle smile, and she smiled back.

(End of this chapter)