Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 350 Teaser (11)

After finishing the scroll, Zhou Huaiyan took one last look at the scroll in his hand, pushed open the door of the study and walked out.

Handing the scroll to Chunqiu, Zhou Huaiyan said with a smile, "Junior Sister, open it and have a look?"

Chunqiu said "Huh?", casually took the scroll in Zhou Huaiyan's hand, put the scroll on his lap, lowered his head and untied the scroll rope on it.

Unfolding along the top of the scroll, Chunqiu saw this painting again, and looked up at Zhou Huaiyan suspiciously, "Brother, isn't this painting a scene of us going to Xiaohan Mountain together?"

Zhou Huaiyan nodded, "That's right, it's the painting from that year."

"Brother, did you give it to me?" Chunqiu tilted his head and said.

After drawing this painting and letting her open it for appreciation, Chunqiu really couldn't think of what else to do besides giving it to her.

"That's right, staying here is better than giving it to my younger sister. After all, my younger sister is very familiar with the people above." Zhou Huaiyan said in his heart, he already had the most beautiful painting in his heart, and now this painting is useless.

Of course, it is impossible for Zhou Huaiyan to tell Chunqiu the real words.

The girl in the painting is wearing a pink skirt, with golden yellow soft hair on her forehead, with a smile on her cheeks and dimples looming.

The person is still the same person, but the scene has changed, Chunqiu is not too emotional, after all, the relationship between the two is the same as before.

"Senior brother's painting skills are superb, and junior sister likes it very much. Since senior brother is willing to give up love, junior sister will not be polite to senior brother," Chunqiu said, and blinked.

With a playful appearance and lively expressions, the whole person looks more agile.

"Junior Sister, you don't need to be polite. It's rare that Junior Sister likes it. There are still many hand-painted works in the study. Would you like to take a look?"

"Okay" Chunqiu reacted quickly. Chunqiu had long been thinking about Zhou Huaiyan's paintings. Now that Zhou Huaiyan happened to bring up this matter, Chunqiu didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly agreed.

"Just right, let's go." Zhou Huaiyan brought Chunqiu into the study again.

Next to the desk in the study room is another scroll specially for Zhou Huaiyan. Most of the scrolls here are Zhou Huaiyan's usual hand-painting. Some are kept because they are good at painting, and some are just not thrown away.

Zhou Huaiyan didn't know much about the picture scrolls in the roll, most of them didn't remember the contents clearly because of the long time, so Zhou Huaiyan led Chunqiu into the house, after tidying up the books on the table, he took the picture scrolls in the roll into his head It all fell on the table.

"Junior Sister, please go ahead." Zhou Huaiyan put down the roll in his arms, and gestured to Chunqiu.

"Brother, I can do it myself." Chunqiu signaled Zhou Huaiyan to be busy first, because there were too many scrolls in the roll, and some yellow spots had appeared on the drawing paper due to the age, Zhou Huaiyan needed to deal with such scrolls.

"Well, junior sister, let's see first, which one do you like? Senior brother decides, I will give it to you"

"Senior brother is so generous, so my sister can't let me down." Chunqiu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of "encouragement".

Unfolding the neatly arranged picture scrolls in front of him one by one, Chunqiu carefully looked at them from left to right.

Most of Zhou Huaiyan's paintings are about landscapes and flowers. There are peach blossoms all over the mountain in Peach Blossom Temple, green bamboos in Peach Blossom Temple, and fiery red maple leaves on Xiaohan Mountain.

It turns out that the senior brother likes and is good at painting so much, Chunqiu looked at the scrolls in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The character of green pines and green bamboos, the bewitching beauty of red maples, these simple scenery seem to be transformed into different things in Zhou Huaiyan's pen, endowed with different lives like each living person.

The more he looked back, the more Chunqiu could discover the problems. There were also flaws in the immaturity of the writing and the description of the scenery. It should be Zhou Huaiyan's painting when he was a child. Chunqiu directly made a conclusion in his heart.

"Junior Sister, those paintings were all drawn by me when I was young, and the writing style is not as good as before. Junior Sister, I'd better not read it."

As if he could guess the inner activities in Chunqiu's heart, although Zhou Huaiyan was not shy when looking at Chunqiu's early pictures, he was also a little unnatural.

Chunqiu looked back at Zhou Huaiyan who was arranging the scrolls in his hand, and teased, "Brother, you are joking, and the scrolls in the early years of senior brothers are also very good, every stroke is self-contained."

Chunqiu's comments are very objective, without any color of his own at all. Don't ignore Zhou Huaiyan's strength of character, that kind of indescribable youthful arrogance, which makes Chunqiu even write big characters. Unfavorable people are admired.

"Hehe, I'm ashamed of what the younger sister said." Zhou Huaiyan didn't fully accept Chunqiu's praise. After all, he was very clear about his early picture scrolls, and there were many advantages and disadvantages in them. Take what Chunqiu said. It does exist, but it is not as amazing as Chunqiu said.

"Senior brother is modest." Chunqiu felt that Zhou Huaiyan's words were a sign of his own modesty. He was able to practice calligraphy and painting so well when he was a child. Isn't it because he is talented?
While cleaning up, Zhou Huaiyan directly disposed of some worn-out picture scrolls. Chunqiu thought that some seriously damaged ones should be thrown away. The two of them were busy for a long time. Of course, Zhou Huaiyan was mainly busy. To appreciate these paintings.

There are more than half of the scrolls in the painting tube left, Chunqiu picks and chooses, and there is only one painting of the bamboo forest in Peach Blossom Temple left in his hand.

"Senior Brother, can I ask Senior Brother to part with this painting?" Chunqiu said with a smile on his lips while holding the words in his hand.

Zhou Huaiyan was still very surprised that Chunqiu would pick this painting. After all, he and his mother went to Peach Blossom Temple for ten paintings when he was eight years old. At that time, his mother had not passed away.

"There are so many paintings, why did my junior sister choose this one?" Zhou Huaiyan asked a very strange question.

Chunqiu thought for a while, then turned back, "There are so many paintings, why can't I choose this one? Senior brother, do you have anything to say?"

Zhou Huaiyan smiled dumbly, then shook his head and said, "No, this painting was drawn when my mother and I went to Peach Blossom Temple that year. At that time, I was too young to hold a brush well, so the shape of this painting was not very good. I just didn’t think my junior sister would like it.”

There are so many good-looking scrolls, but he chose this one that has flaws at first sight. Zhou Huaiyan couldn't understand Chunqiu's idea. It was just a simple scroll. Since he likes it, Zhou Huaiyan has no reason not to give it away.

"Junior Sister likes it, then take it away." Zhou Huaiyan waved his hand and gave the painting directly to Chunqiu.

"Well, thank you, senior brother, for giving up your love," Chun Qiu quickly thanked him after hearing this.

The reason for choosing this painting is very simple. Chunqiu just feels that this painting is full of the feelings that Chunqiu likes, sincerity and peace.

(End of this chapter)