The midday sun is just right, warm but not hot, the breeze is blowing, very comfortable, and it is most suitable to move a small bench to sit at the door and take a nap. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Yi sat on the small bench, half-squinting his eyes and leaning against the wall, the sun shining on his body warm, extremely comfortable.

The current body, with fair skin, even women will be jealous when they see it, a complete little white face, Li Yi plans to tan a little, not to mention tanning, but at least it looks a little bit of masculinity.

The fly in the ointment is that the bench under the buttocks is too hard, and it is not comfortable to sit up, not comfortable at all, thinking about when I can make a recliner to come out, and lie on it at noon every day to bask in the sun, life will surely become better.

Xiaohuan cleaned the yard, spread a clean coarse cloth, and took out the books in Li Yi's house and dried them on it.

Scholars have the habit of posting books on July 7 to show their talents, and the more books they have, the more knowledgeable the owner is.

Li Yi is dismissive of such customs, isn't there just a few broken books at home, what is there to worry about?

He has an entire library in his head, millions of books, all categories, hundreds of thousands of years ahead of the world, when have you ever seen him show off?

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pretty figure who was busy in the yard, pointed to a corner of the house, and said, "Xiaohuan, there are still a few books there, don't forget to take them out to dry ......"

"Got it, uncle!"

The little maid raised her head and smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, and trotted into the house.

When Xiaohuan ran over, a fragrant breeze blew beside him, and Li Yi took a deep breath, only to feel that the world seemed to have become better.

Life seems to have been slowed down countless times, and when I think of the busy days in the past, it really feels like I experienced it in my previous life.

There is no nightlife, after dark, it really represents the end of the day, go to bed early and get up early, Li Yi definitely never thought that one day he would live such a healthy and regular life.

When I was sighing in my heart, I suddenly heard a sound in my ears, and when I opened my eyes and looked over, I found that the little girl was squatting on the ground next to her, holding a branch in her hand and pulling something on the ground.

This strange behavior made Li Yi have some doubts in his heart, and he said, "Xiaohuan, what are you doing?" ”

The little maid stopped what she was doing, looked up and said, "I'm drawing." ”

"Drawing?" Li Yi looked over and vaguely recognized that there were two fat ducks on the ground in front of Xiaohuan, and he couldn't help but wonder even more, "What kind of duck do you draw well......

"Uncle, this is, this is a mandarin duck!" Li Yi's words made the little girl's pretty face flush, and she quickly stood up and wiped out the traces on the ground, and her pretty face blushed to the root of her ears.

The mandarin duck painted is recognized as a duck by others, if it is not Xiaohuan, if it is replaced by other girls, it is impossible to say that it will fight hard with Li Yi.

Thinking that the two fat ducks were actually mandarin ducks in small comic strips, Li Yi almost didn't laugh out loud, but when he saw the little girl's face flushed with shame and tears about to flow down, he finally held back his smile and asked, "Say, what are you doing with mandarin ducks?" ”

The little girl's face was flushed, her hands rubbed the corners of her clothes, and she whispered: "It is painted on the prayer lantern, and the prayer lantern will be put at night, and everyone will paint on the prayer lantern, so that the wish will come true." ”

Li Yi thought for a while, waved his hand at her, and said, "Go and bring your prayer lantern." ”

The little maid had always been obedient to Li Yi's words, nodded and entered the house, and after a while, she came out with something in her hand.

"This is the prayer lantern?"

Li Yi looked at Xiaohuan's hand with a bamboo stick tied into a square frame, and a layer of white paper was pasted on the outside, isn't this a Kong Ming lantern?

Of course, the Kong Ming lantern in Xiaohuan's hand is much rougher than that of later generations.

"Go to the house and grind the ink." Taking the Kong Ming lantern from Xiaohuan's hand, Li Yi thought about it and spoke again.

Through the few strokes just now, Li Yi has a full understanding of the level of small picture painting, drawing two fat ducks on the lamp, and taking them out will definitely attract people's jokes, so it is better to help her draw directly.

The little maid already understood what Li Yi wanted to do at this time, a happy expression appeared on her little face, and she ran back to the house to get pen and ink.

My uncle is a scholar, and poetry and painting are definitely not a problem, but as a maid, some words are difficult to say, but Li Yi's actions are in line with Xiaohuan's intentions.

At the same time, Li Yi's thoughts had drifted to the library in his mind, located in a corner of the second floor, the painting area.

"Chinese Painting, Oil Painting, Drawing, Watercolor, Three-Dimensional Painting, Stick Figure......

There are several rows of bookshelves in the entire painting area, and I am afraid that there are at least thousands of books, and Li Yi is dazzled by it, and finally after some screening, he still focuses on the bookshelves related to stick figures.

He didn't have much foundation in painting, and even if he had this cheating device, it was impossible for him to learn to paint difficult paintings such as oil painting right away, not to mention that there were no materials for painting oil paintings here.

Traditional Chinese painting, on the other hand, is more focused on artistic conception, which cannot be comprehended in a short period of time, and stick figures are the most suitable.

Li Yi's mind moved, and books about stick figure drawing immediately flew out of the shelves, turned into pieces of information, and disappeared into his mind.

In the room, Xiaohuan stood at the table to polish the ink, and Li Yi put the Kong Ming lantern on the table and fixed it, and a picture was already formed in his mind.

Li Yi's pen is a small block with a thinner handwriting, which is just right for drawing stick figures.

Xiaohuan sharpened the ink, while standing on tiptoe to watch the thin lines take shape under the pen of his uncle, and after a while, a woman in palace clothes appeared, with ribbons flying behind her, as if she was in the clouds, and soon, a man in coarse cloth appeared opposite the woman.

With a few strokes, it is outlined into an endless galaxy, separating the two.

Countless birds flew in from afar, gathered at the feet of the two men, forming an arched bridge that spanned both sides and connected the two men.

"Queqiao Meeting......"

Xiaohuan's action of grinding ink stopped, and her crystalline eyes stared at the boss, she couldn't imagine at all, she didn't need any color at all, her uncle just used these simple lines to form such a vivid picture of the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl on the Magpie Bridge.

The first time I saw the little girl with a stick figure, my little heart was obviously hit a lot.

Originally, she just planned to draw two "mandarin ducks" simply, but what Li Yi drew really scared the little girl......