Not only Cuihua looked at him, but others looked at him.
Xiao Huadong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "I have to write poetry again."
Although I feel distressed, I cannot show it on my face.
Not only are there beautiful women here, but there are also many people watching.
He glanced down the mountain, then looked up and saw mountains everywhere.
It was a heavy snowfall, and the mountains turned white overnight.
The mountains are connected and covered with white snow, making it even more snowy.
Xiao Huadong walked a few steps and then chanted:
"The sky and the earth are boundless, leaving only the red plum blossoms alone. Like jade, it has no time to turn into pure water, and the emerald is more fragrant."
The poem not only writes about the snow being as white as jade, but also about the red plum blossoms standing proud of the snow alone, and also about the color of the tea, which is as pure as emerald, with both color and fragrance.
"This poem not only fits the scene, but also brings snow and tea to life." A tea guest said, stroking his beard.
Another tea guest said: "What a poem, I can't help but want to taste the taste of this drunken spring breeze."
When Xiao Huadong heard this, he knew that they also liked Zui Chunfeng.
"With such beautiful scenery, it's a perfect time to clear the snow and make tea. Dear tea lovers, please." He said as he picked up the tea leaves and poured them into other teapots in the pavilion.
The other tea drinkers thanked him one after another and imitated Xiao Huadong, grabbing the snow and starting to make tea.
Cuihua and Xiao Huadong smiled at each other and began to taste their tea.
Cuihua drank tea while her eyes wandered.
She looked at the plum blossoms at the foot of the mountain. There were not only yellow plums but also red plums.
Seeing this, Cuihua rolled her eyes a few times and suddenly said: "Xiao Guanren, the plum blossoms are blooming in the snow, and the snow is blooming alone, why don't you draw them?"
This Cuihua is indeed amazing. I just took the poetry test, and now I have to take the painting test again.
Xiao Huadong only thought about sweeping snow and making tea, but not about painting, so he didn't bring a pen, ink, and inkstone with him.
"Gentlemen, does anyone have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" Xiao Huadong bowed his hands to everyone present.
A literati took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and said, "I have some."
Xiao Huadong thanked him and took it.
There is no water here, but there is snow.
He grabbed a handful of snow, let it melt, and began to sharpen the ink.
The layout of a painting is very important. If the layout is not laid out well, the painting may reach a dead end, the painting may not continue, and the painting may be abandoned in the end.
He was thinking and looking around.
Suddenly Xiao Huadong saw a man alone at the foot of the mountain.
The immortal furnace is on one side, and the people are on the other side.
He didn't hold a tea cup in his hand, but a tea bowl. He was sitting on a stool, drinking tea happily.
"A true scholar." Xiao Huadong's eyes lit up.
At this time, not only Xiao Huadong saw it, but others also saw it.
The literati who just borrowed pen, ink, paper and inkstone couldn't help but admire while nodding his head and saying: "It's so frank and free and easy that we can be ashamed of ourselves."
Xiao Huadong suddenly had a flood of thoughts, picked up the brush and started painting.
Cuihua saw Xiao Huadong painting and watched while polishing the ink.
She saw the vast white snow on the surrounding mountains, and between heaven and earth, there was a man and a small corner of the hill.
There are stars and wintersweet all around, surrounding him in the middle.
Steam was rising from the teapot on the fairy stove, and the man sat aside with a teacup in his hand.
He did not drink tea, but looked at the mountains in the distance, as if they were one with the sky and the earth.
The painting has been completed, but there are no words, which makes people feel a bit regretful.
Xiao Huadong started writing, and Cuihua couldn't help but recite;
"The sky and the earth are boundless, leaving only the red plum blossoms alone. Like jade, it has no time to turn into pure water, and the emerald is more fragrant."
After finishing the poem and painting, Xiao Huadong felt his hands were a little sore and numb, and couldn't help but rub his arms.
The scholar who just borrowed pen, ink, paper and inkstone also came over to take a look at it.
"Poetry and painting are integrated, the characters are all alive, and it is a good painting." After he finished speaking, he raised his thumb.
Xiao Huadong shook his head and was naturally modest: "It's still a bit clumsy, so I'll give you the reward, I'll give you the reward."
Xiao Huadong felt that this was the first time that his paintings were so vivid, and he couldn't help but feel happy.
Cuihua nodded and rolled up the scroll.
"Madam, it's windy on the mountain. You should go back." Cuihua tightened her clothes as she spoke.
Miss Ren nodded and got up from the stone bench.
On this mountain, not only is the mountain wind blowing, but the tables and stools are also cold.
At first, Miss Ren didn't feel anything, but as time went by, she felt colder and colder.
However, seeing that Xiao Huadong and Cuihua were very interested, she persisted.
Now that Cuihua said she wanted to go back, it was exactly what she wanted.
When Xiao Huadong heard that the young lady was going back, he felt that something was missing while he was cleaning up.
After thinking for a long time, Xiao Huadong finally understood.
I will leave Yun Tubo here soon, and it will be difficult to imagine seeing him again.
He said to Miss Ren: "Miss Ren, I drank tea and visited Baiyuan Garden. Now I'm hungry and it's time to eat."
Miss Ren didn't speak, which made Xiao Huadong's heart sink.
"Just in time, it's noon when we get back." Cuihua took a look at the sky and smiled.
Xiao Huadong couldn't help being surprised when he saw Cuihua taking charge everywhere.
This maid is indeed a personal maid and must not be offended.
The best restaurant in West County is Jingyuan Restaurant, the three of them answered here.
Xiao Huadong estimated that there was no problem with the pick-up card in his pocket, so he ordered all the roasted pork, spicy tofu, and twice-cooked pork, as well as a jar of fine wine.
Xiao Huadong proposed drinking, but the two ladies refused.
It was normal for a young lady not to drink, so Xiao Huadong had no choice but to drink by himself.
While he was drinking, he suddenly bowed his hands to Madam Ren while still drunk: "My dear Madam, ever since I heard you play that day, the sound of music has always been in my dreams. I wonder if I am still so lucky today?"
Xiao Huadong actually had this idea for a long time. Cuihua wanted to assess his poetry and painting, and he completed it as required.
He usually didn't dare to bring it up, but now he took advantage of the drunkenness to bring it up.
Miss Ren did not comment, so Xiao Huadong had no choice but to turn his attention to Cuihua.
Cuihua rolled her eyes twice, then Wanfu bowed and asked, "Xiao Guanren, why do you have this idea?"
"I'm leaving Xixian soon. It will be difficult to hear the sound of the piano in the future. If I don't listen now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." Xiao Huadong said while putting down his wine glass with some sadness.
Cuihua tilted her little head and asked doubtfully: "Xiao Guanren, is this true or false?"
"Of course it's true," Xiao Huadong looked up at the sky and swore, "This is true. If I haven't heard it for a day, it seems like three autumns have passed."
In fact, Xiao Huadong wanted to say that not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns.
But it was difficult to say this clearly, so he had no choice but to ignore it for a day, as if three autumns had passed.
Cuihua listened to Xiao Huadong's words and observed Miss Ren, only to see her trembling slightly.
She thought for a while and then said: "Xiao Guanren, if you really want to hear it, eat the food and give it a try."
"Thank you, Miss Ren." Xiao Huadong couldn't help but be overjoyed and bowed his hands to Miss Ren.
After eating, naturally there are other ladies to take care of.
Although Cuihua and Miss Ren are also from here, they are just guests, so of course they will not deal with them.
Xiao Huadong drank some wine and felt a little drunk, so he ordered some tea to sober up.
A young lady in the shop brought Madam Ren's piano and placed it respectfully in front of the good one.
Another young lady began to burn incense, and green smoke slowly rose in front of the young lady.
Miss Ren nodded, took a deep breath, and with a ding-dong sound, the piano began to play.
Xiao Huadong drank tea while watching Miss Ren play.
Although there was tea in front of Cuihua, she did not drink it.
Her eyes were not looking at Xiao Huadong, but at Miss Ren.
It's not right to say that you are looking at Miss Ren. The correct thing is to look at Miss Ren to play.
Cuihua is also playing now, but her level is indeed limited and she has just started.
The person who taught her how to play was none other than Mrs. Ren.
Although Miss Ren is the master, half sister, and the true master.
Now that she has this opportunity, why doesn't she study hard and figure it out?
Xiao Huadong drank the refreshing spring breeze and listened to the leisurely music, feeling more awake.
He shouted to the young lady who was waiting in the private room: "We are waiting with pen and ink."
"What is Mr. Xiao going to do?" Although Cuihua listened to the playing, she still paid attention to Xiao Huadong sometimes.
After all, Xiao Huadong will be her uncle after the young lady comes over, so of course she must pay attention to him.
Xiao Huadong bowed his hands to Mrs. Ren who was playing, and said seriously: "We are thousands of miles away, and I don't know when we will see each other again. I painted the little lady into the painting to comfort the pain of lovesickness."
"Are you so thoughtful? Then just paint." Cuihua thought for a while and nodded.
When Xiao Huadong heard this, his face lit up with joy, and he immediately started to write some ideas.
Xiao Huadong felt that Miss Ren should be the main focus, but when he saw it, he couldn't help but feel stumped.
Miss Ren is wearing a mask at this time, how can she draw her face?
How can we draw her without taking off the mask?
No matter, let’s draw it first and then talk about it.
Thinking of this, he immediately took action and started writing.
This painting of his focuses on freehand brushwork, depicting a young lady wearing a mask and playing with all her strength.
Because it was freehand, he painted extremely fast.
Not long after Miss Ren finished playing, Xiao Huadong also finished not long after.
Soon, a picture of a beautiful lady playing music appeared on the fairy paper.
Cuihua watched Xiao Huadong finish the painting, tilted her little head again, stepped forward to take a look, and asked with a confused frown: "Xiao Guanren, which one did you paint?"
"Of course, little lady." Xiao Huadong put the brush on the pen holder and replied calmly.
Cuihua looked at it again and shook her head: "Why can't I see it?"
"Of course you can't tell, the lady is wearing a mask." Xiao Huadong looked at Miss Ren, then looked at his own painting, and said with a wry smile.
Cuihua thought for a while, then stepped forward and opened Miss Ren's mask, revealing her fair and delicate face.
Xiao Huadong stepped forward and bowed his hands again, and bowed his hands to Madam Ren: "Madam, I just want to listen to the "Half City of Smoke" last time."
Xiao Huadong wanted to say that he didn't hear it all last time, but he couldn't say that.
After all, the relationship between the two is slowly rising, and saying this may make the other party unable to step down.
When Xiao Huadong said this, Miss Ren couldn't help but blush.
She clearly remembered that her uncle said that they were a match made in heaven, and she was extremely shy.
She only played half of "Half City Smoke" at that time. She knew it was rude, but she couldn't play anymore.
Now that Xiao Huadong raised this matter, he obviously wanted to listen to the entire score.
He didn't say it out loud, he had already given himself face.
Thinking of this, Miss Ren hugged Qian and glanced at Xiao Huadong, calmed down her thoughts, and started playing.
At this time, Xiao Huadong did not draw very fast like before, but very slowly.
He is now into realism and wants to draw the person he likes with all his heart.
It should not only be painted in the painting, but also painted in the heart, preferably engraved in the bones.
Thinking of this, Xiao Huadong slowly drew on the fairy paper while observing Miss Ren's every move.
Although Miss Ren was playing the piano, she felt like one after another gazes were shooting towards her like arrows.
She felt even more shy and wanted to stop playing and leave.
But she couldn't leave. It was an opportunity for Xiao Huadong, but it was not an opportunity for her.
Unknowingly, she was a little flustered and made a mistake in playing.
Xiao Huadong only dabbled in playing the piano, and was not even a beginner, so naturally he didn't hear it.
But Cuihua is different, she has already started.
Although her playing is far inferior to that of Miss Ren, she still understands music theory.
Miss Ren made a mistake, and Cuihua had already heard it.
She wanted to remind her, but after thinking about it, it was best not to remind her.
Not only did it embarrass the young lady, but it also made everyone present unable to get off the stage.
Cuihua couldn't help but look at Xiao Huadong carefully. Didn't she hear that he was still concentrating on painting?
Thinking of this, Cuihua felt relieved and devoted herself to sharpening ink for Xiao Huadong.
Although Cuihua was relieved, Miss Ren was worried.
Although she had made mistakes in playing before, it was during practice and she had not made any mistakes in formal playing.
Thinking of this, Miss Ren was even more frightened and even panicked.
In the panic, Mrs. Ren not only failed to calm down, but also made mistakes.
Cuihua couldn't help but be stunned. She never expected that the little lady not only made mistakes, but made them continuously.
Cuihua couldn't wait to stop grinding her ink, and wanted to step forward and play for the little lady.
She looked at Miss Ren and saw that she seemed to be a little flustered at this time.
When painting and writing, the mind must not be distracted, otherwise the calligraphy and painting will be scrapped.
In fact, the same is true when playing the piano. Once the mind is confused, the music will become useless.
An occasional error may not have an impact on the overall situation, but a series of errors will definitely affect the people listening to the music.
Thinking of this, Cuihua secretly looked at Xiao Huadong, only to find that he was not affected at all and was still painting wholeheartedly.
Could it be that Xiao Huadong didn't hear it? Could it be that Xiao Huadong was tone-deaf?
Cuihua thought to herself while grinding the ink and frowning.
In fact, Xiao Huadong had already heard it. He did not expect that the performance of this song was not as good as the first song.
Xiao Huadong remembered that the last time he and Pu Yi heard Miss Ren play, there were no mistakes.
I don’t know why, but I made a lot of mistakes today.
The more Xiao Huadong thought about it, the less he understood. He made no mistakes when playing just now. Why did he make mistakes this time?
Xiao Huadong couldn't help but take a closer look at Miss Ren, and couldn't help but fall into thinking.
Madam Ren was wearing a mask just now, but now she is not. Could it be because of the mask?
But last time she played without a mask, there was still no problem.
Faced with herself alone this time, Miss Ren made a mistake.
Xiao Huadong suddenly understood at this time that the problem was himself.
If he didn't secretly look at Miss Ren, how would it affect her mood.
Thinking of this, Xiao Huadong stopped staring at Miss Ren and focused on painting, occasionally sizing her up.
Cuihua saw Xiao Huadong occasionally looking at the little lady, and she seemed to understand something and thought he was sensible.
Miss Ren was relieved when she saw that Xiao Huadong no longer stared at her.
Now that she has finally calmed down, she makes fewer and fewer mistakes, and finally none at all.
After the song was played, Miss Ren couldn't help but blush.
What happened to me today? I made consecutive mistakes.
Strange things come and go, and it’s all the fault of the person in front of me.
If he hadn't been staring at him, how could he have made a mistake?
Thinking of this, Miss Ren couldn't help but look at Xiao Huadong with resentment.
But letting the other party listen to the wrong song is obviously not good.
Miss Ren blushed, immediately calmed down and started playing again.
This time Xiao Huadong stopped staring at her and smiled slightly. At most, he stared at her occasionally.
Miss Ren calmed down at this time, and there were no more mistakes in this song.
Miss Ren played the song smoother and smoother, playing it better and better, playing the song to its fullest.
After playing the song, she couldn't help but raise her head, and happened to meet Xiao Huadong looking at her.
The two people's eyes met, and Miss Ren's face turned red again, and she quickly looked away.
Xiao Huadong had basically finished the painting. Seeing that Miss Ren had finished playing, he couldn't help but look at her longingly.
Although Miss Ren turned her head away, she felt that the other party's eyes were looking at her like a torch.
She couldn't help but blush and lowered her head shyly.
Taking advantage of Miss Ren's shyness, Xiao Huadong picked up the brush again and added the last few strokes.
Xiao Huadong breathed a sigh of relief and finally completed the beautiful lady playing pattern.
He looked at the painting, then at Miss Ren who was bowing her head, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "I'm leaving tomorrow, I wonder when we can see you again?"
After hearing this, Miss Ren, who was still bowing her head, suddenly looked up.
Xiao Huadong looked at Miss Ren and saw her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
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