Carefree Scholar

The sun at noon is just right, gentle but not hot, and the breeze blowing on the face is very refreshing. It is most suitable for taking a small bench and sitting at the door for a nap.
　　 Li Yi sat on the small bench, half-squinted his eyes back against the wall, the sun was shining on his body, warm and cozy.
　　 Now this body is fair-skinned, even women will be jealous when it looks at it, and a completely white face. Li Yi intends to get a little tan, not to mention the tan, but at least it looks like a little manly. .
　　 The fly in the ointment is that the bench under the buttocks is too hard, and I feel uncomfortable when I sit up. I wonder when I can make a recliner and lie on it at noon every day to enjoy the sun. Life will definitely change even more. Beautiful.
　　 Xiaohuan cleaned the yard, covered it with a clean coarse cloth, and took out the books in Li Yi’s house to dry on it.
　　Readers have the habit of publishing books on July 7th to show their talents. The more books they collect, the more knowledgeable the master.
　　 Li Yi is dismissive of such a custom. Isn’t it just that there are a few broken books at home? What’s so awkward?
　　There is a whole library in his head, he has millions of books, covers all categories, and leads the world for hundreds of thousands of years. When did he show off?
　　 opened his eyes, saw the charming figure busy in the yard, pointed to a corner of the room, and said: “Little ring, there are still a few books there, don’t forget to take them out and air them… …”
　　 “I know, grandpa!”
　　 The little maid raised her head and smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, and trot into the house.
When 　　 Xiaohuan ran over, a fragrant wind blew by his side, and Li Yi took a deep breath, just feeling that the world seemed to be getting better.
　　Life seems to have been slowed down countless times. Thinking of the busy days before, it really feels like what I experienced in my previous life.
　　 There is no nightlife. After dark, it really means the end of the day. Early to bed and early to rise. Li Yi must have never thought that one day he would have such a healthy and regular life.
When 　　 was sighing in her heart, there was a sound in her ears. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look over. She found that the little maid was squatting on the ground next to her, holding a branch in her hand and drawing on the ground. what.
　　This weird behavior made Li Yi feel a little puzzled, and he said: “Huan, what are you doing?”
　　The little maid stopped her hands, raised her head and said, “I’m painting.”
　　 “Draw a picture?” Li Yi looked at it, and vaguely identified two fat ducks on the ground in front of the ring, and he couldn’t help but be more puzzled, “Draw a good duck…”
　　 “Auntie, this is, this is a mandarin duck!” Li Yi’s words made the little maid’s pretty face flushed, and quickly stood up to smooth out the marks on the ground, her pretty face flushed to the base of her ears.
The mandarin duck painted by 　　 is recognized as a duck by others. If it is not a small ring, I will be another girl. I can’t say I will fight Li Yi.
　　 Thinking that the two fat ducks were actually mandarin ducks painted by Xiaohuan, Li Yi almost didn’t laugh, but saw that the little maid’s face was flushed with shame, and tears were about to shed. With a smile, he asked: “Let’s talk about it, what do you do to paint a Mandarin duck?”
　　The little maid’s face flushed, her hands were rubbing the corners of her clothes, and she whispered: “It’s painted on the lantern. At night, everyone will paint on the lantern. It will work.”
　　 Li Yi thought for a while, waved to her, and said, “Go and get your prayer lantern.”
　　The little maid always obeyed Li Yi’s words, nodded and entered the house, and soon took out something in her hand.
　　”This is the lantern of prayer?”
　　 Li Yi looked at Xiaohuan’s hand tied with bamboo stalks to form a square frame, with a layer of white paper pasted on the outside. Isn’t this a Kongming lantern?
　　 Of course, the Kongming Lantern in Xiaohuan’s hand is much rougher than later generations.
　　”Go to the house to grind the ink.” Taking the Kongming Lantern from Xiaohuan’s hand, Li Yi thought about it and said again.
　　 Through the few strokes just now, Li Yi has a full understanding of the level of Xiaohuan’s painting. Drawing two fat ducks on the lamp, if you take it out, it will definitely be a joke. It’s better to help her directly. painted.
　　The little maid knew what Li Yi wanted to do at this time, a happy expression appeared on her little face, and she ran back to the room to get a pen and ink.
Aunt 　　 is a scholar. It is certainly not a problem to recite poems and paint, but as a maid, some words are difficult to express. Li Yi’s actions are just like Xiaohuan.
　　 At the same time, Li Yi’s thoughts have drifted to the library in his mind, located in a corner of the second floor, the painting area.
　　”Chinese paintings, oil paintings, sketches, watercolor paintings, three-dimensional paintings, simple strokes…”
　　 There are several rows of bookshelves in the entire painting area. I am afraid that there will be at least thousands of books. Li Yi is dazzled to see, and finally after some screening~IndoMTL.com~ I still put my eyes on the bookshelf related to simple strokes. .
　　 He didn’t have much painting foundation. Even with this heaven-defying cheat device, he couldn’t immediately learn to paint difficult paintings such as oil paintings. Moreover, there is no oil painting material here.
　　 Traditional Chinese painting emphasizes artistic conception. It cannot be understood in a short time, but simple strokes are the most suitable.
　　 Li Yi’s heart moved, and books about stick figure drawing immediately flew out of the bookshelf, turned into pieces of information, and disappeared into his mind.
　　 Inside the house, Xiaohuan stood by the table and rubbed the ink. Li Yi put the lantern on the table and fixed it, and a picture was already formed in his mind.
　　 Li’s easy-to-use pen is lowercase, with finer handwriting, which is suitable for drawing simple strokes.
　　 While rubbing the ink, the small ring stood on tiptoe and watched the thin lines forming in my uncle’s pen. After a while, a woman in a palace costume appeared, with ribbons flying behind her, as if she was in the clouds, soon, a The man in the coarse cloth shirt appeared opposite the woman.
　　 a few strokes, outlined into a galaxy without end, separating the two.
　　 There are countless flying birds flying from a distance, gathering at the feet of the two, forming an arch bridge across the two banks, connecting the two together.
　　 “Meet the Magpie Bridge…”
　　 Xiaohuan’s rubbing of ink stopped, her crystal-like eyes were so big that she couldn’t imagine that she didn’t use any color at all. My uncle just used these simple lines to form such a vivid Cowherd and Weaver Girl Magpie Bridge. Meeting screen.
　　The first time I saw the little maid with stick figures, my little mind was obviously affected.
　　 Originally, she just planned to simply paint two “mandarin ducks”, but the things that Li Yi painted really scared the little girl…