Painter

Chapter 60 Sixty: Retouching (Part [-])
Under the night, Li Chan turned his back to Cang Bitu, seeing the expressions of everyone.He bowed his hands to everyone one by one, and said with a smile: "You are all experts in making a living in Danqing. Thanks to you for your love, this junior is really ashamed of receiving it. As for my humble work." He glanced at the drawing paper at his feet, and said to " I also ask Director Cao to send someone to put them away first, so as not to hinder walking."

"Of course, of course." Cao Yun nodded, ordered the people around him to collect the paintings, and said, "Why don't Li Lang go to Ye Ting to rest first, and I'll let people hang up these paintings and let them hang out to dry?"

"That's enough." Li Chan shook his head, "Xunning Palace is a place for the royal family, and people from the dirty places dare not accept it. I don't bother Mr. Cao to keep these paintings."

Cao Yun's eyebrows twitched, and he murmured in his heart that the Qingque Palace had become a "pickled place" after this guy said it. I don't know what the elders of the master would think when they heard it?I had no choice but to think that Li Chan was too self-effacing, and she made a slip of the tongue, and quickly changed the topic: "Li Lang won't stay here tonight?"

Li Sijian hurriedly said: "Li Lang might as well move to the humble house, and I will be the host in the next few days, and exchange and reflect with all the painters..."

Liu Jianyan interrupted: "What are you talking about, it's almost the same if you ask Li Lang to teach us. However, I still have to take advantage of my seniority and have the cheek to invite Li Lang to come to our old pen house as a guest. What Li Lang needs to know A single thread does not form a thread, and a single tree does not form a forest. Although our skills are not as good as others, we still have some experience and collections. I wonder what Li Lang wants?"

Li Sijian echoed: "Okay, if Li Lang thinks highly of us old people, why not come to the old pen club, so as to add some glory to the old pen club? I heard that Yunni Club won a picture of Li Lang... a piece A candlestick chart of cats playing? Li Lang, don’t favor one person over another.”

Everyone sent invitations one after another, and Li Chan cupped his hands and said, "It's really not against everyone's good intentions, but unfortunately I'm a lonely person, and I don't always get along with others. As for these clumsy works on the ground, I'd better take them back first."

Li Sijian opened his mouth, but finally hesitated to speak, and sighed: "Forget it, everyone has their own aspirations."

Li Chan glanced at Cao Yun, smiled at everyone, "But I'm lucky to meet you today, and you can appreciate it. You can also come to Ximoju in Banrifang and help me out."

All the painters' eyes lit up, and they all said "definitely".

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Everyone left the imperial city along Weiyang Street, where the people of Xunning Palace headed back home, and the painters also bid farewell outside Weiyang Gate.

It was the middle of Haizhong, and the fireworks in Xuandu hadn't cleared up during the day, but the bustle at night became noisy.The bustling foot of the imperial city is even more prosperous than the east and west night markets, especially the juggling and singing.

People in Xuandu have a long history of loving opera. Even the emperors of previous dynasties used to sing opera in the palace.When Li Chan returned to Banrifang, he could still hear the flutes and singing that were faintly blown by the night wind.

He walked through the stone archway with a lantern, staring at the illuminated three-foot road in front of his feet, still thinking about the sword marks on Cang Bi's body.Thinking about it, I thought of the enthusiasm of those old painters.He doesn't reject the old pen club, but if they become famous in the painting world, the monsters at home will be in a worrying situation.

Suddenly, a singing voice came from my ear: "The world of mortals hurts my eyes, and fame and fortune hurt..."

Li Chan looked up and saw that the bronze mirror shop in front was still open.Under the lantern, an old man in sackcloth was sitting on the threshold, polishing a bronze mirror.

Li Chan shouted, "Old Lu, is it still closed?"

Lu Zijing smiled and said, "A shop is a shop with customers, but a home is without customers. The door is open whether it is closed or not."

Li Chan walked over and saw the bronze mirror in Lu Zijing's hand.The mirror surface was clean and clear, reflecting lights and figures in the distance, he praised: "Mr. Lu's craftsmanship is superb. I have traveled all over the world and visited many places. I have never seen anyone who can polish a bronze mirror so clear."

Lu Zijing smiled and said: "I have seen some painters who are good at painting, but most of them are not as good as Li Lang."

Li Chan vaguely felt that this meant something, touched it for a while, and felt that there was no special meaning, thinking that Cao Yun would send a sum of money tomorrow, she smiled and said: "Lao Lu's mirror is worth a lot, why don't you give it to me at a low price?" several?"

"It hasn't been polished yet." Lu Zijing chuckled, "I'll let you know when it's finished."

"Alright." Li Chan nodded and walked past the door.

In front of the threshold, Lu Zijing picked up the bronze mirror at his feet, and saw his own face, with clear gullies and beard and hair.Looking up, Li Chan's back was walking into Ximoju, and he said with emotion: "It's a good painting."

(End of this chapter)