Inner Demons

He was just under the tree opposite the hawker and waved: “Hey, you, bring me a bowl—bring me here!”

The peddler listened to him, looked at him again, and frowned: “Come by yourself.”

He ignored him.

It turned out to be a very temperamental person.

The few people around him all know his identity. Seeing that the new peddler didn’t know his identity and dissuaded him, I was thinking about what methods he would use to teach him.

But I was surprised to find that Li Yunxin had to smile temperamentally and stopped talking. Then I lifted the pen and spread out the paper on the table…

I made a freehand drawing of “Shangyuan Tu”-a freehand drawing of a boy and a girl putting river lanterns by the water on the Spring Festival.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun is almost disappeared on the horizon, and stores have come out to take the lights.

Li Yunxin dropped the pen, stood up, pinched the wet-ink painting with two fingers, walked to the river and stood still.

Then he raised his voice: “Whoever gave me a bowl of sour soup, I will come to make a trick, okay?”

After hearing this, those who were already on the sidelines Waiting for the chance, the big family servants immediately went to the hawker’s stall to grab a bowl of sour soup, and trot to Li Yunxin.

Li Yunxin took a bowl at random, raised his head, and ate it boldly, then picked up the painting with one hand and slowly stuck the bowl on the painting with the other.

Paste it, and then continue to press inside-there is actually a bottomless pit in the painting, sucking the porcelain bowl in!

When everyone saw this hand, they were dumbfounded.

The hawker also watched this scene, first was taken aback, and then shouted: “How did you get my bowl?”

Someone in the crowd was impatient: “One Just break the bowl, this Young Master will replenish you soon!”

So the hawker stopped making a sound and moved forward to watch Li Yunxin’s trick intently.

Li Yunxin held the painting in both hands, and showed it back and forth-someone whose eyes were close, screamed.

The bowl just now appeared in the painting!

In the painting, young boys and girls are putting lotus lanterns by the river, and now among the lotus lanterns in the water, a colorful porcelain bowl appeared, which is very eye-catching!

Seeing this hand, everyone cheered loudly and thought it was wonderful!

But I heard Li Yunxin say with a smile: “I have eaten my friend’s sour soup-dripping grace, I want to repay you. Now, I’ll invite you to eat.”

After talking, shake the painting and make a crash-bang.

Everyone hurriedly looked at the ground in front of him, to see if it would magically transform into another bowl. But after watching for a long time, there was nothing. When I was slightly disappointed, I pointed to Liuhe behind Li Yunxin with a sharp eye: “Look and see!”

The sky is already dark, and Liuhe is also dark.

But in this dim river…a bright lotus lamp floated down the river.

First, one, then two, three, four……

With only two or three breaths, this Liuhe has already been covered by countless pinks, exuding a soft gleam The lotus lamp lights up. This Liuhe becomes nothing more beautiful can be imagined in such an evening-the soft light reflects the color of the water, the sky, and also the faces of the people by the river.

People were first shocked by this sudden beauty, and then shocked by Li Yunxin’s methods-isn’t this exactly the scene in his painting? !

After being extremely surprised, I remembered that Li Yunxin had pressed a bowl in the river before, and then remembered that he wanted to invite someone to eat sour soup. So I hurried to look at the dark places in the river-I really saw a bowl of steaming sour soup floating between the lotus lamps!

A man walked to the river and cautiously stretched out his hand to fish-suspected illusion.

But it really got it.

After taking a small bite in the eyes of everyone, he was surprised and surprised: “It’s true!!”

Everyone has eaten the sour soup. But this way, the sour soup floating in the river, changed by people…no one has eaten it!

At the moment, they swarmed to the river to fish for the porcelain bowl.

Even the hawker selling sour soup met and ran over, planning to eat a bowl for a bargain-he would fish out so many bowls, so he wouldn’t be afraid of breaking the bowl later. !

Old beggar squinted, watching the soft light by the river, but after all he dared not follow along.

Li Yunxin stood under the Willow Tree, watching those people running down the embankment with their backs on their backs, their faces illuminated by the candlelight. He watched the people vying for a while, sighed then said slightly, and walked to the old beggar who was sitting under another tree.

He handed him the painting in his hand: “You take it. But this is not something you can take. Someone will buy it from you in a while, and you can do as much as you want.”

The old beggar just barely saw what he was doing and recognized his voice. As a result, he was shocked and dared not to accept: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. , And don’t care about crumpled up. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the people under the river embankment, “They are all like this. They are only visible and easy to see. A bowl of sour soup, a little money, a little power. Other things… I saw it. But I like you. You know what you want and why you are alive.”

He retracted his gaze and looked at old Beggar again.

Beggar sat down on the ground at this time, trying to smooth the drawing paper crumpled by Li Yunxin. But after all, he couldn’t see clearly, and the movements weren’t serious—some people staring at the painting in the dark were trembling…Don’t break the painting!

Li Yunxin smiled and walked slowly behind him.

Holding his hands on his shoulders, he suddenly leaned in his ears and asked softly: “What is there to worry about in this world?”

Old Beggar was stunned, and then said for a while:” ……Ah? What is there to worry about…… I am alone.”

Li Yunxin asked again: “Is this world bored?”

old fogey is still stunned After a while, he said: “…oh. It’s enough to live. Just wait for God to accept me one day.”

Li Yunxin straightened up and asked, “What about people’s hearts?”

The old man was silent longer and longer before he said: “Human heart…will of the people is vicious. But…there are always some good things.”

Li Yunxin was full. There was a slight smile in the light of the river. Then he let out a sigh of relief, untied old beggar’s loose and tousled bun, and slowly combed it with ten slender fingers.

And in this evening, in the dim light of the lights, while combing his hair, he read a poem in a low voice.

“Heavenly white jade Beijing.

The twelfth floor and five cities.

The fairy touches me on the top.

Get long life. “

After reading these four poems, he has combed a bun for this old way.

The old beggar didn’t know, so he didn’t dare to move. And Li Yunxin looked at his gray hair and was silent for a while…

Ask him–

“I wish to live forever.”

Light is very low. But the old man caught this sentence in the warm night breeze.

After a moment of sluggishness, this beggar blessed his soul and trembled: “I wish…”

Until he is finished, Li Yunxin lifted him up and slammed his back. With a push to the ground, he pushed him into an alley: “Then this painting is your Good Fortune-think about it, do you want to sell it!”

After saying this, he With a flick of sleeve, I walked away from Nagato Street like the wind.