Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 61 Inspiration burst

After Song Boming sent the two of them home, he hurried out. Before dinner, a boy came to the house to spread the word that the county magistrate had a job and asked him to go out for a few days.

Because Wei Ziqing didn't recognize the person who came to pass the message, and he didn't dare to tell Song Mu that he was worried, so he went to the county government office on the pretext of buying vegetables, but he didn't see the county magistrate, but saw a man who called himself a master .

Master Li looked very kind, and he only said that it was a job to earn money, and he would help deliver some things so that he didn't have to worry.

Only then did Wei Ziqing feel relieved, and told Song Mu after returning home, Song Mu only sighed that the money was endless, and his son had worked so hard.

There was one less food to eat, so the two of them had a quick meal at night and went back to their houses to rest.

Perhaps today's dream was too realistic, and when I think about it at night, I still feel uncomfortable all over, as if my secrets have been prying into someone, full of uneasiness.

Tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a while, he simply put on his clothes, lit the oil lamp and went to the study.

This is the only place in this house that he has never been in, so it feels a little fresh.

The interior of the room was as simple as he imagined, with a bookshelf, a desk, and a chair, and there were no other clutter, but it looked clean.

It's been a long time since I've seen so many books. There are about a hundred books neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

There are theories of a hundred schools of thought, poems and songs, and some casual books such as anecdotes and biographies. The book that occupies the largest area is actually the book of war?I took out a few books and found that they had been read carefully, and they were marked in small letters with correct writing.

Wei Ziqing had a strange look on his face, as if he had guessed some terrible secret?Carefully return the books to their original positions, unwilling to touch them again.

Turning to look at the desk, there are all kinds of brushes and paper, and even paint!

The scraps of various colors were neatly stacked in small grids. Didn't expect him to be able to paint?

Although it seems that there are no traces of being touched, it is really surprising. After all, his figure and momentum cannot be connected with the scholar who recites poems and paints.

With all the tools in front of me, it is inevitable that my hands will not itch. I ran to the kitchen and picked out the bowl that was broken today, rinsed it with water, took cinnabar and bluestone powder, and mixed it carefully. Grinding ink.

Wei Ziqing was in high spirits, he raised his hand high, but stopped abruptly, unable to put it down for a long time, because after hanging for a long time, a full drop of ink dripped down the brush onto the white paper, and instantly fainted a large area.

What are you drawing?To paint the Four Gentlemen he loves to paint?Or paint beautiful rivers and mountains?Or draw a picture of beautiful peach trees?

As soon as he picks up a pen, he seems to be dreaming back to the past. He has a lot of time to squander. Painting is an effective way for him to polish his time and improve his social status.

He doesn't know if the paintings are good or not, because outsiders don't love paintings, but the paintings he draws, and those evaluations don't matter whether they believe it or not.

Thinking of today's dream, in the dream he was so decisive, he wanted to bid farewell to the prosperity of the previous life, and he was willing to be ordinary. Isn't this the truest thought in his heart?Why bother to recall the past every day?

Laughing at himself, he put down the pen and replaced it with a thinner and harder one. After dipping in the pen and ink, he carefully drew out the patterns that he had thought up in his mind in the past few days.

The tricks are not difficult, the advantage lies in the innovation compared with this world, and then he picks up the pen, he is not for those vanity and external things, but for supporting his family and being able to eat, the mood is different, and the paintings also add a bit of fireworks .

A few sheets of white paper were spread out to dry, and Wei Ziqing glanced at them a few times. They were commercial and pleasing enough, and they were loved by rich families. They should look good when they are made.

Thinking of the clothes in the tailor's store again, the inspiration burst out, and he simply went out of his way to modify and sketch out a few popular styles in the previous life.