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Paintings depict people in the past, while traditional Chinese paintings depict the new year.The window grilles spilled from the glass onto the side of the rice paper, and the ink color also smudged, continuing the light and shadow handed over by nature...

Nothing will refuse the beauty to fall on itself. The green bricks are willing to make paper, and the early morning sun will tear themselves apart, but they must record the shadow of the person no matter what.

Guan Qi hid in the shadow and admired it, feeling that his clumsiness would inevitably disturb Jiang Shijin's painting.I still remember grinding ink for my grandfather when I was a child. I ate a mouthful of ink without saying a word, and almost dropped the ink that my grandfather had been reluctant to part with and broke it on the ground.

"So lovely……"

Looking at the BJ's "lavish" architectural style and layout, thinking of the "gentle" landscapes of Jiangsu and Zhejiang in his heart, what Jiang Shijin painted was the smooth knights of the rivers and lakes.

Guan Qi, who was recording light and shadow with his mobile phone, suddenly looked up and saw this scene.

"This kind of artistic conception is so beautiful." Guan Qi thought to himself, knowing that this was a side of Jiang Shijin that he didn't know about, and maybe it was why he easily became good friends with Jiang Shijin: the latter's emotions were reserved, and when he thought of it, You may think about it for a long time, but you may not do it after thinking about it.

"Hey...but isn't this tiring?"

"what?"

A gust of wind pried open the window, messing up Jiang Shijin's hair and covering her eyebrows.After a forced pause, Jiang Shijin heard Guan Qi's words.

It's just that Jiang Shijin didn't hear it clearly, and Guan Qi didn't want to repeat it again.Because the latter discovered that it seemed that many of the things Jiang Shijin did were to take care of other people's emotions first, and these other people often included his own.

So much so that even if she said it out loud, I'm afraid that in the end it would be Jiang Shijin trying to comfort herself not to take it to heart, but she wouldn't be able to untie Jiang Shijin's knot in the least.

"what's wrong?"

Realizing that Guan Qi didn't say anything else, Jiang Shijin stood up and exposed the entire painting to the sun.

Snow has fallen all over the sky, and the three-foot green sword in the knight's hand does not have sharp sword intent, but seems to have been blunted by the years - Jiang Shijin, who grew up in Zhejiang, is the most likely to come into contact with the world-famous Longquan Sword.The shoes under his feet have not been completely painted, and they look like a pair of Shifang shoes worn by Taoist priests.

"You..." Although the road up the mountain is far away, it is extremely clear. The road down the mountain doesn't even have a rough outline.Guan Qi thought about it and knew that Jiang Shijin didn't understand the relationship between distance and distance in painting, so it could only be his state of mind.

At the critical moment, Guan Qi still knew how important it was to remain silent. He only said two words and then didn't say any more. He just turned around and made a cup of tea, pulled up a chair and sat across from Jiang Shijin.

New tea brings new rain, and warmth blows the fragrance of dust.Before I even took two sips of tea, the steam was dispersed.Guan Qi looked helplessly toward the source, and then saw the rain outside the window.

Before the window could be closed, rain poured all over the table, even half of the hot tea got into it.

"This tea of ​​yours is new and not cheap."

"Ah, how do you know?" Guan Qi finally discovered that he was always prone to asking stupid questions.Jiang Shijin is from Hangzhou. There are countless varieties of tea in Zhejiang. Even the bag she just bought is undoubtedly produced in Hangzhou.

"Ah... well, as long as it tastes good, it doesn't matter whether it's expensive or not. After all, you get what you pay for."

"Actually, it still depends on personal taste, and since the place of origin is different, the price fluctuates greatly."

Even in the field in which she is absolutely good at, Jiang Shijin does not show off in the slightest when she speaks. She just uses the plainest words to provide sincere advice and guidance to good friends.

"Actually, I only bought it because it tasted good. However, tea at the same price range varies greatly from year to year. Hey... I feel that buying good tea depends solely on luck." Unless he has some free time and wants to enjoy the artistic conception, Guan Qi drinks He was drinking tons of tea, not caring about what "should be" at all. While he was talking, he had already stood up and started to collect water.

"Yeah, after all, the rain and temperature are different every year. Just buy more when you find what you like."

"Hey, speaking of it, I feel like you don't have a strong sense of hometown when you speak. It really seems like I'm the one whose Mandarin is not standard..." Guan Qi came back with tea, "But your local characteristics are still quite strong. Look at you, you are proficient in playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, unlike me who is half-assed at everything and was just a playboy in ancient times."