Madam, let's steam buns together

Lycium barbarum was sitting outside the carriage with the coachman, Lu Zhiyou suddenly poked his head out from behind the curtain, and told the coachman to change the route.

When Wolfberry heard this, the changed route would pass by my aunt's steamed stuffed bun stand, and looked at Lu Zhiyou, wondering what his intention was.

Lu Zhiyou returned to the carriage with a smile, and didn't feel that his act of killing first and playing later was wrong: "Since Mr. Zhang's time is so tight, then Lu Mou will hurry up and finish the painting for Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Huaruo in the carriage naturally heard what Lu Zhiyou said to the driver, and asked him directly: "What do you want to do?"

Lu Zhiyou dug out another set of painting utensils from the wooden box he carried with him. The most convenient set of painting utensils is now in Prince Shu's mansion, and the servants of Prince Shu's mansion will deliver the painting utensils and reward to Lu Zhi You are at home, so Lu Zhiyou is not worried, he digs out another set of painting tools he often uses, and adjusts the colors in the car.

He lowered his head and did it seriously, and he didn't forget to explain: "Mr. Zhang wants to keep a painting so much, it shouldn't be for the sake of enjoying it alone. Since you want to give it to your sweetheart, why don't you just draw your sweetheart on the same picture as yourself?" Isn't it more meaningful on paper?"

Zhang Huaruo was obviously moved by this proposal: "How do you want to draw?"

Lu Zhiyou was aware of his shortcomings, paused slightly with his ink-grinding hand, and then sighed: "Oh, since you can't draw the face of the young master, why not draw a picture of a beauty peeping through the window, and draw you from my current angle. Look out of the window, and outside the window is your husband."

Zhang Huaruo imagined this scene for a while, and unexpectedly thought it was pretty good, but the light in the carriage was so dim, I don't know how Lu Zhiyou wanted to write?

Lu Zhiyou seemed to have guessed what Zhang Huaruo was going to ask, so he went on naturally: "If you want to meet him later, get out of the carriage to meet him. If you don't want him to know that you are coming, you can go in the carriage. Wait, I'll go down and find a good angle to paint his part, and when I get home, I'll finish the whole painting."

Although I don't quite understand what Lu Zhiyou is going to do, but seeing how he looks with ease, he should have already thought about the specific steps in his heart. If Zhang Hua didn't want to disrupt the idea that an artist had constructed in his mind, he didn't say anything else .

When the carriage came to that street, it was getting closer and closer to Yang Dabao's steamed stuffed bun stall. Zhang Huaruo opened the curtain and looked at his husband, with a gentle smile on his face. He just watched quietly, as if that place was a unique The beautiful scenery cannot be missed, so that people can't take their eyes off at all.

Looking at this scene, Lu Zhiyou was really envious of the relationship between Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao. Seeing that the position was almost the same, Lu Zhiyou asked the driver to stop the carriage, because Zhang Huaruo didn't want to disturb Yang Dabao, so he called the goji berries in. Lu Zhiyou sat out, and put a flat and hard board on his lap.

Yang Dabao needed to look up at the guests from time to time, and soon noticed that there was a strange person in a carriage not far away, who seemed to always look at him, and occasionally raised his hand to compare something with a brush, and then lowered his head and stuck it on his knee. painting on a wooden board.

If it wasn't because he was busy now, he really wanted to go over and ask: What are you doing, young man?

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long. The man's attention seemed to be not only on him, but also on his steamed stuffed bun stand or the restaurant behind him, instead of just staring at him.

When Yang Dabao raised his head to look over there again, the carriage had disappeared, he searched left and right but couldn't find it, it should have left.

"...Strange." He didn't take it too seriously.

Zhang Huaruo originally thought that he could finish the painting today and get the painting, but he didn't expect that Lu Zhiyou was dissatisfied with the finished product that was finally pieced together based on memory and feeling, so Zhang Huaruo asked Zhang Huaruo to go back and wait until Lu Zhiyou finished finishing the painting Someone sent it to Zhang Huaruo.

Zhang Huaruo was very satisfied with Lu Zhiyou's serious attitude. He also wanted a painting that could be perfect, and left soon after paying the deposit.

Lu Zhiyou sent Zhang Huaruo away, and went back to the house to find out where the violation and feeling on the painting were.

A clear male voice sounded next to his ears: "When two pictures are superimposed together, there is always a trade-off to be made. You have drawn both of them too clearly. Only one person should be highlighted, and the other should be behind. Take away the glory of the throne."

Lu Zhiyou subconsciously wanted to refute: "But..."

"No, but if you want this painting to look pleasing to the eye, you need to manipulate the characters. You deliberately blurred the background of this person, isn't it just to highlight this person? But you don't think the person outside the window is so clear. How can the people in the window be so clear."

Fingers with slender knuckles tapped on the painting, first placed on Yang Dabao, and then moved to Zhang Huaruo.

"You really want to put his temperament completely on the paper, so when you clearly subconsciously focus on another person, you still want to outline him in detail, and the whole picture will naturally be out of balance."

Lu Zhiyou stared at the painting silently, and said slowly: "Then I will let the details of the whole painting be drawn, without making any trade-offs, and let them find the key points when they look at the painting."

"..."

The hand that touched the painting froze in place, and it took a while to react, and he slapped Lu Zhiyou hard on the back of the head, "Little bastard, can't you sketch the people in the carriage! The whole painting has been drawn in detail. What the hell, did your teacher teach you to draw like this?"

Lu Zhiyou gasped, rubbing the back of his head that hurt from being slapped, and didn't notice someone behind him until now: "Master, why are you here?"

The surprised expression on his face didn't seem fake.

Qin Buyi almost rolled his eyes because of Lu Zhiyou's anger, he said so many things behind Lu Zhiyou for so long, this little bastard only realized that he was coming, did Lu Zhiyou think that there was a ghost following him when he was talking before? I can't speak for myself!

He was so angry that he poked his finger hard on Lu Zhiyou's drawing: "You don't need to change anything else, just draw him a bit blurred, and the lines don't have to be so clear."

"No." Lu Zhiyou still retorted directly, "The focus of this painting is him, how can we draw him briefly."

"Little bastard, I have been teaching you for so many years!" Qin Buyi slapped Yang Dabao's part on the painting, emphasizing, "The focus of this painting is obviously him! Let's not say that he is in this perfect side The important position depends on the emotion embodied in this painting. No matter how finely you draw the beauty in the carriage, his emotion is still towards the man outside the window, so the focus of emotion is outside the window, not in the carriage! "

The seemingly simple opening of the window, but the eyes are full of the feelings of people outside the window, and he has long been willing to use himself as a foil.

Lu Zhiyou stopped talking, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Qin Buyi retracted his hand resentfully, thinking that his words were too harsh to poke his apprentice's sensitive heart, so he prepared to forcefully change the subject: "... tonight , what would you like to eat tonight?"

Lu Zhiyou spoke: "Master, you know love well. Just from my painting, you can tell that the person in the carriage likes the person outside the window. Then how come you can't understand the real life in front of you when it's your turn?" people?"

Hearing Lu Zhiyou talk about this, Qin Buyi still hoped that the atmosphere would become like it was just now, stepped back a few steps and turned around to leave, Lu Zhiyou turned around and quickly grabbed his wrist, Qin Buyi subconsciously pulled himself back vigorously Lu Zhiyou pushed his hand down on the soft couch behind him when he didn't want to.

The not-so-small figure of the little bastard pressed forward, suppressing him to death.

"Master is really delicate and soft enough to be pushed down. I haven't used much force yet, why did Master fall down?" Lu Zhiyou pressed Qin Buyi's troubled legs, pressed Qin Buyi's hands with one hand, The other hand caressed Qin Buyi's side face, and murmured, "Actually, you've been pretending not to know, right? You can see feelings in a painting, why are you treating me..."

"Little bastard! Is it true that you respect the master, how can any apprentice treat the master like this, let go quickly, let the past be forgotten for the sake of the master!"

"You know how to call me a little bastard if you are serious and soft inside. If I am a little bastard, then what are you? Old bastard."

Qin Buyi's eyes widened. The light "old bastard" made his chest heave violently with anger, and he grieved and said: "Rebel, rebel! Why did I accept such a disciple as you, and I want to be angry all day long? no?"

Lu Zhiyou responded lightly: "You really know that I'm thinking about you all day long."

"..." Is that what I said just now?

Lu Zhiyou continued talking, and began to move his hands irregularly: "Then tell me, what do you look like in my mind, and I think about how to treat you every day?"

If you don't beg for mercy, you will make a big mistake, Qin Buyi hurriedly followed Lu Zhiyou's words and said: "That must look like a good teacher and helpful friend, you...you naturally want to respect and love you as a teacher, and will be your teacher... ...as a respected elder..."

The temperature in Lu Zhiyou's eyes gradually dropped. He looked at Qin Buyi's eyes coldly, and he saw a guilty conscience in those eyes. It was like this every time. Obviously Qin Buyi knew what he was thinking, but Always off topic.

This time, I don't want to forgive.

"Wrong." Lu Zhiyou's tone was flat, his expression was flat, but the strength in his hands was not small, and he easily turned Qin Buyi, who was completely suppressed, so as to better restrain him.

Then I started to do my own thing and speak my own words:

"I really envy Mr. Zhang. He likes Yang Dabao, and Yang Dabao also likes him. The two of them live their own lives. How nice it is. One earns money by selling buns to support the family, and the other takes care of all the housework at home, so that Yang Dabao has no worries."

"Actually, I can probably guess that Mr. Zhang asked me to draw that painting earlier, and I was still holding Liu Qingsu's painting in my hand. After a little inquiring about the situation, I knew that it was Liu Qingsu who wanted to squeeze into the relationship between these two people."

"I was thinking, why Mr. Zhang didn't deal with this matter later, just to test Yang Dabao's sincerity to him, whether he can not waver in the face of other temptations of beauty."

"Later, when I replaced them with you and me, I realized that I don't want others to get involved in my own things."

Qin Buyi trembled, and sobbed several times from his throat, and finally couldn't help retorting when he heard Lu Zhiyou's words: "Being a teacher is not your thing!"

"Tu'er is wrong, Tu'er said the wrong thing."

To Qin Buyi's ears, he really didn't have any sincerity in apologizing!