Chapter 721 Painting

After taking off the big hiking bag on his back and taking out water and food, Ye Shiyi smiled and said, "We are not in a hurry. We will just climb slowly and rest enough first." If I can't climb anymore, I am very happy to borrow it. Given to you on my back or in my arms.

In fact, he had this idea as soon as he started climbing, but Ling Qingyu refused to let him go. What's the point of saying that he didn't climb the mountain himself? My mother is able to grow old and be strong, and she still lets people carry her on her back. What a shame!

Cheng Jia also took off the small hiking bag on his back and took it out...

The four treasures of the study are rice paper.

After laying the folded drawing board on the stone table, Cheng Jia spread the rice paper on the drawing board and instructed Ye Shiyi to get some water from the mountain stream to grind it.

"Why do you want me to go?" Ye Shiyi stared at him, everything is here with me, why did you bring a bag? It turned out to be all these things! Are you planning to continue to seduce your sister?

"How about you get 20% of the money from the sale of the painting?" Cheng Jia put the pen holder away and said with a smile. He bought this set of things from a small shop when he was shopping in Hong Kong. The shop was not big, but it was elegantly decorated. There were not many things in it, but everything was high-quality and genuine. Although it was not as good as what he originally used, it was still It's also very good, even considered a treasure here.

Cheng Jia spent most of the money in his card to buy this set of Four Treasures of the Study. He also bought some more high-quality pine ink and pens, and then bought all the rice paper in the store.

That kind of rice paper is really hard to find in this world today.

In that store, it was only five dollars.

However, after spending so much money, you have to make it back. It would be nice to sell a few paintings that you are not satisfied with and get some money back.

As soon as he heard about the money, Ye Shiyi's eyebrows suddenly brightened with smiles. He picked up the bottle of mineral water that Ling Qingyu had drunk, jumped off the cliff, and headed towards the mountain spring.

Ling's mother let out a startled sound, and she felt relieved when she looked over and saw his red figure walking through the forest. Nothing happened at all.

"Selling money?" Ling Qingyu raised his eyebrows and said.

"Well, usually if someone offers a reasonable price for a painting that I'm not satisfied with, I won't hesitate to sell it." Cheng Jia winked at Ling Qingyu and said with a smile, "Otherwise, why do you think I'm there outside? The paintings were sold." The money from the sale naturally became his own private property, and it became a large amount of money over the years. Later, he gave the money to four projects and asked them to take care of things to be done that day.

As the legitimate son of the Cheng family, the youngest number one scholar in the Zhou Dynasty, and the youngest high-ranking civil servant, is it okay for you to save a private house like this?

Ling Qingyu's eyes blinked, then blinked again...

Touching her head, Cheng Jia pressed the paperweight onto the rice paper and said with a smile: "Well, I will hand over all my proud paintings and 80% of the money from selling the paintings. How about that?" The money left was enough to buy paper and pens.

Ye Shiyi took the water and ran up from the cliff, saying, "Why don't you sell this one to me? What if your painting is good?"

"Then hang it in your room." Cheng Jia gave him a funny look, took the water in his hand and poured it into the inkstone and brush wash.

As soon as he started writing, studying the ink, and raising his head, Cheng Jia's anger calmed down, and Ling Qingyu remained silent. He walked to the stone railing beside the pavilion and sat down, looking at the scenery, and then at the self-contained scenery in the pavilion. Cheng Jia.

Ye Shiyi sat down behind her across the stone railing, letting her lean against him and wrapping his arms around her waist.

There is a cool breeze in the mountains. Although it is in the south, the late winter wind still has a coolness, blowing on the lightly sweated body, refreshing and refreshing.

The embrace behind his back was very warm, and his strong heartbeat seemed to be beating against his back, which reminded Ling Qingyu of what he said after the joy last night.

At that time, Ye Shiyi's thing was still inside her, and the two were connected. She lay on his chest, caressing the ruby ​​earring.

And he gasped softly, suppressing the desire to rise again. His face was flushed, his eyes seemed to be dripping with water, and his thin red lips were delicate and charming. He said softly: "Sister, in the next life, let Eleven do it." Are you raising pigs?"

She was stunned for a moment, pig? Seeing his eyes flashing, I thought for a long time before I remembered that he was probably talking about the mini pig, a kind of miniature pig popular in Guangdong. It is most delicious as a suckling pig and can also be used as a pet.

Because they are small and not very big, each one is very cute. When she passed by the restaurant for lunch at noon, she said that it would be good to have such a small pet.

But pigs...

Looking at Ye Shiyi's beautiful face, no matter how cute the pig was, Ling Qingyu couldn't connect the two.

"Yes." Ye Shiyi nodded seriously, straightened his waist under her fingers and let out a seductive moan, "Sister raised me, fed me personally, and held me to sleep until I was old enough to eat. , my sister will kill me with her own hands, make delicious food, and eat it in one bite, okay? Is that okay?"

Her shock at that time still echoes in her chest...

So, she kissed him back fiercely and said, "If my sister wants to eat you, she will only eat you like this. My Shiyi is not a pig!"

Gently kissing her crimson ears, Ye Shiyi hugged her tighter, thinking of her reaction last night with satisfaction.

She ate him several times, and maybe after resting for a while, her strength recovered. She ate ferociously and in a rough way, which made him happily wear a turtleneck today.

He still had something to say. He died so tragically in his last life, which made her sad for a long time. So in this life, he will definitely not be negligent and make such a big mistake again. In this life, he will stay with her until she grows old. He can't walk until the day when her death comes, and he will take the first step. Anyway, there is a strong guy like Ye Po to take care of the funeral. Then, when the time comes, he will ask to be cremated with her. The ashes are all blended together, no longer distinguishable from each other.

The cremation here is really good!

When Zhou Ziqing and others climbed up panting, Cheng Jia had already stopped writing.

Although they were half exhausted, when they saw the painting, their eyes lit up and they rushed forward.

With just a few strokes, he sketched out the illusory scenery of the distant mountains shrouded in black clouds and mist. The nearby mountains detailedly sketched out the majestic and steep meaning. A green pine with strong and powerful branches stretched out from the cliff. A squirrel above the head is holding a pine cone and chewing it sweetly. There is a small pavilion on the top of the mountains below the painting. The light ink shadow in the pavilion highlights the appearance of a man and woman embracing and kissing each other.

"It's so beautiful! Give it to me!" Hua Dong shouted excitedly.

"What a beautiful idea!" Ye Shiyi had already rushed forward to carry the painting and let the wind dry the ink. He took out a painting tube from his backpack and put the scroll into it, humming: "My 20% Woolen cloth!"

Cheng Jia was stunned and said with a smile: "Don't you want to keep it?"

Ye Shiyi glanced at him sideways and hummed: "Humph, I can't even see clearly. Who knows who it is! I'll draw it more clearly next time!"

"Well, there will be a fee." Cheng Jia said with a smile as he put away his pen and ink.