The Supporting Actress System

No wonder he looked so tired.

Wu Xinshui died very early. In his thirties, he starved to death at home. When he died, there was nothing else in the house except a pile of calligraphy and paintings, the few remaining pens and inkstones, and a worn-out quilt.

The exhibition of this painting is famous in Beijing.

After the funeral for Wu Xinshui, Jiang Zixi and Wang Quan held a large-scale painting exhibition. Wang Quan has a great reputation in the capital. People who know him, whether eunuchs or great scholars, are very pleased to come.

He probably didn't think it would lead to the next big event.

According to the biography, Wu Xinshui's paintings were stir fried to astronomical figures by this man, presumably to get back the two liang silver Wu Xinshui owed him.

"Cut and go. I don't want to stay in such a bad place!"

Half way through, the man was frightened by the king's eyes and swallowed his mouth, but he still didn't conflict with him:

"how do you talk..."

The man frowned discontentedly:

"go away."

Wang Quan timely protected Jiang Zixi behind his back, took out two liang of silver and threw it on the man:

"two liang silver means that he sold all the things in his house and could not afford to pay back my money. What bad luck

The man raised his head:

"how much does he owe you?"

Jiang Zixi didn't get out of the way:

but since he is not, don't blame him for his bad temper.

It is much easier to make money with women than with men.

If Wu Xinshui's wife, she may be able to pay for Wu Xinshui's debts.

"Friend? Get out of here. Wu Xinshui owes me a lot of money. Nobody can move anything in this room. I don't care whether you are his friend or not

The man's mouth shriveled:

JIANG Zixi pondered for a long time: "friend."

"Who are you?"

He took a look at Jiang Zi Xi, and saw that she was born well, and his eyes immediately took a trace of indecency:

"what is the ghost of this painting?"

A fat middle-aged man laughed a few times:

suddenly, someone picked up the calligraphy and painting.

Jiang Zi Xi came forward and covered his face with a quilt. Looking around for a week, some useful things in the room had long been empty, except for calligraphy and painting.

There are drafts and haystacks everywhere. There is no place to go. Wu Xinshui curls up on the bed, even if he is dead, his brows are locked. His thin body is like a child, which makes people sad.

Entering the house, the first feeling is chaos.

How could she forget yesterday?

Not a word is wrong.

He died on cold food day at the age of 32.

Cold food festival.

Jiang Zi Xi stares at the small broken house, and after a long time, he walks in.

“……”

"I think most of them are. If they starve to death, they will starve to death. To live is also a waste."

"I'll go, you don't understand? He has no money in his hand. Who will marry him? Speaking of it, recently, someone said that his clothes were not clean, so he was not allowed to wash them. He didn't eat for several days. Did he starve to death? "

"Who knows? Speaking of it, this man is old and big. He has no wife and children. He is addicted to painting all day long. He has painted some things that are different from others. He also calls himself Mr. Shan Shui. Ha ha ha ha... "

The man living next door to Wu Xinshui put his head together and shook his head:

"death Dead? " "How old is he this year?" he said

Jiang Zixi decided to preserve Wu Xinshui's paintings in a special way and hold a painting exhibition for Wu Xinshui. However, the next day, she got news that Wu Xinshui died at home.

……

"Well."

Jiang Zixi approached Wang Quan with a smile, took his big hand, and nodded with confidence:

although he knew that Jiang Zixi's martial arts were extremely high and his strength was great, he never allowed her to do any labor work.

"How many things can you carry with you? Indeed, if you have to do all these things, what am I? "

Jiang Zixi understood in her heart that she wanted to share some of the things in her hands, but she was rejected by the king:

he didn't know the reason why Jiang Zixi did this, nor did he blame Jiang Zixi for spending money recklessly. He respected everything Jiang Zixi wanted to do.

"Well, it's time to go back."

Just as Jiang Zixi was in a daze, Wang Quan's gentle voice came to her ears:

"since my childhood, I have been alone, taking care of the stars of all ages."

At this moment, Jiang Zixi suddenly thought of a sentence:

his clothes were broad and shabby, and he was particularly lonely in the sunset.

Wu Xinshui laughed at himself and helplessly. He finally accepted Jiang Zixi's silver note, said a few thanks, and then walked back with his collected stall.The best paintings Is that right?

She didn't know what it felt like, but she just liked it, shocked her, and I'm sorry.

When I went to the museum, only his paintings attracted her.

"Because my husband's painting is the best I have ever seen."

Jiang Zixi smiles:

otherwise, why would she take care of him, a poor painter?

If it wasn't for a man who treated her so gently beside Jiang Zixi, he would even suspect that Jiang Zixi had taken a fancy to him.

"What's the point, girl?"

Wu Xinshui was stunned:

"take it, sir. Although it's not appropriate to use this money to buy his paintings, since you are willing to make a good relationship, please accept our intention."

Jiang Zixi took out the bag of the king and confirmed that there was no more money in it before she gave up:

"girl, you are..."

Wu Xinshui looked at a large pile of silver bills on the table:

finally, Jiang Zixi received the Lishan Huashui from Wu Xinshui, and she spent a lot of money to buy the rest.

None of his paintings could have been sold.

"What's valuable or not? Some people can appreciate Xiaosheng's paintings. What's the harm of giving all these paintings to the girl?"

Wu Xinshui became more and more embarrassed. At last, a trace of blush appeared on his pale face. His thin hand waved in the air and said humbly:

precious?

"How can this work?" Jiang Zi Xi's voice choked, "the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. How can I accept such valuable things as Mr. Zhang in vain?"

Although he is about to die of starvation,

for him, a person who can appreciate his paintings is much more important than money.

Jiang Zixi was the first to appreciate his calligraphy and painting.

"If a girl likes it, it's OK to give it to her. It's a good relationship."

Seeing Jiang Zixi, Wu Xinshui seemed to really like his calligraphy and painting. He was embarrassed to smile:

"Sir, this painting How to sell it? "

Thinking of this, Jiang Zixi's nose is sour.

However, after his death, his paintings became extremely expensive, far more famous than all the living painters in the world. However, except "Lishan Huashui", which was collected in the museum, the rest of the paintings disappeared.

When the genius died, he had nothing, and even was in debt.

The great Confucians gave a high evaluation of the paintings, and attracted many literati who had studied the paintings. All of them unanimously praised Wu Xinshui's paintings as masterpieces.

Mr. Shan Shui's taboo was well known and respected.