Yan all over the world

Chapter 159
But after wandering around the street for a long time, I couldn't find a suitable object.

Mu Xin was born in a noble family, what kind of expensive things have she never seen before?He is also the son of the Hou Mansion who has been pampered since he was a child. He has everything you can expect from exquisite playthings, exquisite drinks, and beautiful accessories. Although he does not pretend to be noble and elegant, he is born with a good family background and honor. The demeanor cultivated by rich families, brocade clothes and gourmet food has already been deeply embedded in the blood and cannot be erased. Anyone who sees him knows that he is definitely not from a grassroots family. To hide its high style.

It is really difficult for such a person to find something worthy of him.

Early this morning, I lied about being sleepy and drove Mu Xin to the barracks alone, but I got up quickly after he left, and drove away Yingliu who wanted to follow me——Zhaotang has been ordered by me very politely Send it directly back to Zhu Gaoxu in Changning Pavilion, with a piece of fragrant note: "You have elegant intentions, I have no leisure, thank you for your dark arrows, and return your bright guns."

So now I only have Yingliu serving by my side, but I have sent a letter to Han Biliuxia to come to Peiping, and it is the considerate and convenient person I have used since childhood.

After walking for most of the morning, I saw that the sun was in the sky, but I didn’t see anything. The noon sun shone down, and I was a little hot. I was thinking about whether to eat something first, and suddenly I saw people surrounded by people in front of me. In a group, there are voices of applause from time to time.

I've always been a person who doesn't like excitement, so I just glanced at it and planned to walk away, but this glance made me freeze.

In the crowd, the man who was swarming back and forth with treacherous eyebrows put his hand in the lapel of a man who was only looking up and looking around, and he touched something, then pulled it out, and put it in his arms again.

I smiled and walked over.

Pat him lightly on the shoulder.

A slightly sly face in the ordinary turned around and glared at me: "Ugly girl! Why are you taking pictures!"

Thinking that the bamboo hat and the veil are too troublesome, I put on makeup on myself, with a sallow complexion, a huge mole at the corner of my mouth, and three hairs on the mole in a very interesting way.

Naturally, this kind of dignity is not favored by others, so I smiled with a good temper, "Brother, you dropped something."

"Huh?" He looked down suspiciously.

I slapped him to the ground with a palm.

He pulled out the cloth bag from his arms and threw it under him.

Then he grabbed the owner who didn't know it was stolen, and just stretched his neck to squeeze desperately, and exclaimed: "Oh, brother, you squeezed him down!"

The man was shocked, and hurriedly bent over to help him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, big brother, I didn't know you were behind me... Huh... Isn't this my purse? You, you, thief!"

The people around who were busy squeezing in to watch the excitement heard that there was a thief, and immediately became interested, and rushed forward with the same hatred: "Catch the thief!"

The owner roared, and jumped onto the thief who was half stunned and barely struggling.

Once again, he smashed him into the dust as he wished, and gnawed a mouthful of mud.

I didn't even look at it, and with my hands folded, Shi Shiran walked from the gap in the crowd vacated by rushing up to beat the thief, and walked to the center surrounded by the crowd.

But there is only one table, one table, several calligraphy and paintings.

It's just a seller of calligraphy and painting, but what's rare is that the painter is holding the ground with both hands, holding the pen in his mouth, and painting upside down.

What's even more rare is that this person is disabled, with both legs useless, and the empty trousers are hanging down his back.

I couldn't help but stop, and took a few more glances. There were a few completed calligraphy and paintings hanging on the back wall for solicitation. Their attainments were not deep, and they were far inferior to Mu Xin. Not as good, but in the eyes of poor people, it must be quite good.

Beside him, a tall, thin and yellow woman was grinding ink and laying paper for him.

I stepped forward to take a closer look, but was stunned. It was a picture of white lotus, the color of the flower was like jade, the green leaves were like a cover, and the graceful posture was swaying on the water. flower?

Thinking of the gentleman among the people who love this gentleman in flowers, he suddenly felt moved, thinking that it would be a novelty to buy this painting and give it to Mu Xin.

Stand still and wait patiently for the person to paint. The person is serious about painting. He must have been standing on his head for a long time, his hands are already trembling slightly.

As soon as I stretched out my hand to support him, seeing the sweat rolling on his face in the cold winter months, I couldn't help showing pity, and said with a smile, "It's been hard work for you to paint for half a day, if you don't mind, I'll continue it for you, how about it?"

The man glanced at me, I saw that he was not young, he looked haggard, I couldn't bear it any more, I smiled and nodded at him, he thought for a while, then nodded, and said in a low voice: "It's only a few strokes short, please trouble girl." As he spoke, he signaled the woman to lift up the special table, and said to the surrounding people: "Fathers and folks, I am exhausted, and this picture is still a few strokes away. Fortunately, this girl is merciful and willing to continue for me. Pen, forgive me, everyone."

Everyone looked at me curiously, pointing at my huge beautiful mole and whispering, they were all very interested to see how this ugly girl continued to work, I lowered my head indifferently, picked up the medium-sized wolf hair in the pen holder, fine-tuned the light ink, Suck the tip of the pen lightly, strike the scorched ink with the tip of the pen, draw the stems of flowers and leaves in the center, fill in a few broken stems according to the situation, and write the prickles on the stems along the way.

In the end, I wrote a question: I can laugh at a guest in a pillow of prosperity, and be a fairy to Lianyu.

When it was over, he threw away the pen in satisfaction, looked around, and smiled at the woman: "This painting has not only the handwriting of a strange man, but also the clumsy pen of a little girl. The little girl likes it very much, can I buy it with my money?"

The handicapped man nodded and said: "Young lady, it's naturally the best."

After negotiating the price, I rolled up the painting, and the disabled man closed the stall and went on strike, and the crowd dispersed. I was about to leave full of joy, but saw the disabled man sitting in a wheelchair and coming to me, while Huang Shou The woman approached me, suddenly grabbed my sleeve, and said with a smile: "Since you want some other paintings, you can come with me at the inn."

I was stunned, my heart trembled, I knew something was wrong, I floated and retreated, but I only felt heat and cold in my lungs, my whole body lost all strength immediately, and I fell down limply.

The last consciousness was that yellow and thin face, the look of panic, and the sneering eyes.

(End of this chapter)