Bai Song yawned and drank a large bowl of strong tea, but he still couldn't dispel his sleepiness. I need something to do right now, otherwise I will really fall asleep directly.
Bai Song had no interest in teaching this annoying boy. It can be seen that Yu Ji on the side came over calmly after hearing about sketching.
It's obvious that these good-looking brothers are interested in sketching.
Since it was Miss Yu Ji who was interested, Bai Song was happy to showcase his talents.
Of course, at this moment, neither of them knew that what Bai Song drew in the examination room was called a sketch.
Bai Song took a pen, spread out the paper, and started his sketch teaching class.
This lecture lasted from the time when the sun was shining brightly until the sun set.
Bai Song talked about what perspective is, what is near and far, what is reality and reality, what is contrast, what is a reference object, what is a shadow, what is reflection, what is a horizontal line...
This is a set of theoretical knowledge based on Western painting, which fully fills the gaps in current painting theory and echoes certain ink and wash techniques.
I heard that this brother and sister were confused, but they also felt that it was profound and mysterious.
After a lot of theoretical knowledge, Yu Ji has been persuaded to give up. Although the sketch is wonderful, it is obviously not worth the gain to abandon the previous painting experience and specialize in one.
Yu Qingqing was very interested and eager to try with a charcoal pen.
Because in her heart, her own portrait is the best painting in the world. She must work hard to learn how to paint one for Mr. Bai one day.
Bai Song asked the waiter to bring out an egg and place it in front of Yu Qingqing.
"Don't you want to learn sketching? Let's start by drawing eggs."
Yu Qingqing frowned: "Drawing eggs? What I want to draw is people."
“If you can’t draw an egg well, how can you still talk about drawing people?”
Yu Qingqing frowned, a little dissatisfied, but since she was a beginner, she could only listen to Bai Song.
Bai Song thought to himself that the great painter Leonardo da Vinci came here like this. An egg can deal with this little tit for a year or two. He hoped that he could really calm down and stop disturbing him from getting close to Yu Ji. .
Two women who were listening to music upstairs came down.
Qing'er seemed very satisfied and had confidence in the program of the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival.
After that, we watched the sunrise and sunset, counting the days and waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Life in Chang'an during the Bai Song Dynasty gradually became normal. Every day, I went back and forth between the bank and home, planning the decoration of the bank with Qing'er, and asking what other families had prepared for the lantern festival.
When the sun comes out, just soak up the sunshine in Sangsang Courtyard.
When it rains, take the white bees and count the puddles together under the eaves.
Life in ancient times was not so grand and exciting. When Bai Song was feeling bored, he would occasionally think of the princess in the pavilion and the skirt with her rich body fragrance.
But after that, the young eunuch never looked for him again, but Bai Song occasionally missed him.
Bai Song took the time to write a letter to Xiang'er, asking about everything at home, and also wrote a few modern and sexy love poems, which probably made Na Nizi blush after reading them.
Bai Song also thought about whether to go to Shu Wang, but felt that this was not the right time. Since he had become Yu Shinan's disciple and became his disciple, he would soon have a great career.
You have spent so much time waiting, but now you can’t wait anymore?
After thinking about it, Bai Song always suppressed his inner impulse and refused to inquire about any information about Shu Wang and Li Jing.
During the few days of waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival, apart from the few closest people, the person Bai Song came into contact with the most was actually that annoying little tit.
Since he came into contact with sketching, the man went to the bank every day.
For no other reason than to be able to draw with a few charcoal pens at the bank.
After going back and forth, Yu Qingqing became familiar with everyone in the bank. Everyone in the bank liked this little tit. They could hear her chirping every day, and no one dozed off in the idle afternoon.
…
August fourteenth.
The streets and alleys in Chang'an City have a festive atmosphere.
In a simple house in Quchifang, Miss Mingyue opened the door with roast chicken and soju.
After entering the hut, there was a strong smell of alcohol inside. There were wine bottles rolling down all over the floor and twisted poems and essays all over the wall. They were all painted directly on the wall with pen and ink. The whole house was in an indescribable mess.
Lu Yao was lying on the bed, holding the last sip of wine in the wine bottle.
Alcohol can harm the body, but alcohol can also cure diseases.
Since he was beaten half to death outside Yingyue Tower, Lu Yao has been seriously ill, but he managed to save his life through simple treatment and drinking all day long. Although he is now decadent, he is getting better day by day.
But Mingyue knew in her heart that this person's body was healed, but his heart was not yet healed.
Seeing the confused man on the bed, Mingyue felt uncomfortable.
She knew that Mr. Lu was a good man and a talented man. He cared about the world and had great ambitions, but he had no connections.
What worries Mr. Lu today is the Turks who are making trouble in Chang'an. The Turks' misfortune cannot be solved, and Lu Yao's heart is not at ease for a day.
"Mr. Lu, I brought you your favorite roast chicken and soju."
"I know, just put it on the table and leave."
Mingyue frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Today is August 14th, and tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival..."
"Mid-Autumn Festival? I, Lu Yao, can't celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don't have any family, so I don't need to be reunited."
"I'm talking about the new lyrics for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival. When Mr. Lu has time, can he fill it in?"
"What kind of water tune singer? It has nothing to do with me!"
"But...but I have already agreed on behalf of the young master. This is the last day. If the young master does not fill in new lyrics, what will Mingyue sing at tomorrow's lantern festival?"
"Lantern Festival, Lantern Festival! So why is this bullshit Lantern Festival so important to you! You are a girl, why do you always want to become famous? What's the benefit of becoming an oiran? Could it be that Miss Mingyue can't feel my sincerity, Lu Yao's?"
"Young Master is sincere, and Ming Yue knows it well, but... it's just that Ming Yue's heart is not with Young Master..."
"If you don't care about me, why are you so nice to me? You give me food and drinks every day, and ask for help. If you don't like me and don't want to go with me, why don't you just let me die!"
"Young Master is a good man with great talents. Mingyue doesn't want to see Young Master sink like this. Mingyue has always remembered that Mingyue is what it is today because of Young Master's poems and lyrics for Mingyue. Young Master is kind to Mingyue, and Mingyue must repay it." .”
"Repay favor? Repay favor! Today you can take such good care of me, Lu Yao, what will you do to repay Bai Song in the future? When you are unknown, my poems can help you become famous, so you come close to me! Now you want Bai Song's Yinzi pushed you to the top and got close to Bai Song. Whose lyrics are no longer important to you. I can't write the lyrics for "Shui Diao Ge Tou", so you can find someone else!"
Hearing Lu Yao's words, Miss Mingyue burst into tears and her body trembled a little. It was unbelievable!
"Master Lu, in your heart, Mingyue is that kind of woman?"
"Even if I don't want to believe it, I have to believe it! If you miss me, why don't you go far away with me? I, Lu Yao, will keep your life worry-free even if I am begging all my life!"
Mingyue shook her head, her eyes firm: "Master Lu, the brothel girls like us have no other way to go but to climb higher. Once we fall from a high place, there will be an abyss beneath us. Master Lu wrote a poem for Mingyue, and Mingyue I am grateful in my heart. Mr. Bai fought for Mingyue, and Mingyue is also grateful in my heart. Tomorrow's Lantern Festival, Mr. Bai, are very important to me. Even if Mr. Lu really refuses to write lyrics, I will definitely find a new way. Since Mr. Lu is like this Be firm and Mingyue won’t bother you.”
After saying that, Mingyue turned around and prepared to leave.
At this time, Lu Yao suddenly sat up from the bed, lowered his head and asked in a deep voice: "Miss Mingyue, let me ask you one last question."
"Sir, please speak."
"Me and Bai Song, who will you choose?"
"..." Mingyue frowned, "I am the same to Mr. Lu and Mr. Bai. I am grateful and have no personal feelings."
"I said you must choose one!" Lu Yao patted the bed in annoyance, his words scary.
Ming Yue trembled, seeing that Lu Yao was actually a little scared, she took a step back, and then said: "The current Mr. Lu is not the person Mingyue likes. If she has to choose one, Ming Yue is more attracted to Mr. Bai."
"Ha..." Lu Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered.
Then he pulled out a paper ball from the pile of waste paper under the bed and threw it to Mingyue.
"The "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" you want, from now on, you don't have to come to see me!"
The paper ball flew into Mingyue's arms, somewhat suddenly.
Mingyue didn't understand it for the first time. When she opened the paper, she saw that there were new lyrics to "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" written on it.
Mingyue looked at it carefully and murmured: "Put your wine against the setting sun and ask the west wind wordlessly. What's the matter with rouge? I dyed hibiscus with color..."
As she watched, a divine light flashed in Mingyue's eyes, and she immediately became happy. She quickly folded the paper with the new words on it, and held her hand to Lu Yao: "Young Master Lu's talent is not diminished, and Mingyue owes you a huge debt." It’s a favor!”
After saying that, Mingyue hurriedly left, excited with this new poem.
This is the last day, and I finally have a new word on the last day!
People from Qianzhuang had been urged many times before, and Miss Qing'er had mentioned many times that she wanted to change someone to write the lyrics. It was Mingyue who insisted that Mr. Lu Yao not change, saying that by giving Mr. Lu some time, he would be able to give Qianzhuang a satisfactory result. reply.
Mingyue was worried before, but now she is finally relieved.
The quality of the lyrics written by Mr. Lu is undoubtedly the best among the best. Looking at the many talents in the capital, it is difficult to choose anyone who can compare with Mr. Lu.
New music paired with new lyrics is a perfect match.
With this poem, Ming Yue feels that she might be able to win the jackpot at the lantern festival!
At that time, not only myself, but Mr. Lu will also become famous, and he will not lose the love of Mr. Bai. Everyone will be happy, which is the best result!
Half an hour later, Mingyue arrived at the bank.
In the bank, Yu Qingqing was painting an egg alone. She had to vomit while painting eggs these days. Every time she complained to Bai Song that she wanted to change something, Bai Song always thought that there were no two perfect eggs in the world. You fight back.
There was nothing wrong with Bai Song's theory. Yu Qingqing could not refute it and could only continue boring training.
It was rare to see someone coming, so Yu Qingqing quickly put away her pen and went over to say hello.
Mingyue has been to the bank several times, and every time she sees Yu Qingqing painting eggs there, she is also very surprised: "Master Yu, why don't you go home and paint instead of here?"
"Hmph! It's all that Bai Song, who digs so hard that he can't even give me a charcoal pen! There's no other place to go except here."
