Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"When Brother Zhong and Congfu were traveling, he happened to see the Shuofang girl in the mansion. He was shocked. Since then, he has often copied it at home. It should only be yearning for the skills of the ancestors, not the girl in the painting."

"Sounds good." The girl muttered.

Inside the straw curtain in the hall in front of the courtyard, the former scholar was sitting there, holding a roll of canvas in his hand, looking at the canvas in a trance.

This person is also a young man, wearing a long white gown, with a feather fan beside him.

His brows are clear, and there is always an indescribable bearing in his eyes. He is not handsome, but he is still a young man.

He looked at the painting in his hand, sighed, and said to himself: "It's still a little bit of a dream."

"Brother Zhong, stop looking at your Shuofang girl and come out to eat."

The little girl's cry came from outside, and the boy holding the painting shook his head and smiled: "Here we come."

Taking a last look at the painting, he carefully rolled it up and put it away.

Although the small hut in Nanyang is clean, there are always some people laughing and talking.

In the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, when the Han family was in decline, the country was uncertain, and it should be that smoke was about to rise.

"tread."

A branch on the road was broken, and a person walked out from the forest beside the road.

The man was wearing an off-white shirt, which looked a little dirty.There is a bamboo hat on top of his head, a black "cane" in his hand, and a heavy-looking bookcase on his back.

"cough."

The man coughed, there was a lot of dust in the forest.

"Gudu."

With a groan in his stomach, the man touched his body, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat on the side of the road.

Lifting his bamboo hat, he said weakly.

"Ah, I'm too hungry to walk."

Chapter 273: Nanyang Zhuge Clan, good to sing for Father Liang

"despair."

After the dishes were washed, they were placed on the table with water stains.

The girl in the light red shirt wiped her hands on her body.

A boy sat by the door, fiddling with farm tools.

The other was sitting in front of the room and yawning. After a while, he took out a book from his arms, opened it and read it lazily.

It was a little dark, but not completely dark yet.

The girl looked up at the sky, the sky darkened slowly in spring, and it would probably take a while to wait for it to get dark.

After thinking about it, he said to the two teenagers in the room.

"Brother Zhong, Uncle, I went out to collect some firewood, but there is no more firewood at home."

"Well, good." The young man by the door propped his neck, looking nonchalant, but finally added a sentence.

"It's getting dark, remember to come back early."

He always cared about his family, but it was hard to tell from his appearance.

The boy sitting by the door and fiddling with farm tools stopped what he was doing, smiled, and said to the girl.

"Listen to your brother Zhong."

"Got it." The girl said with a smile, picked up a backpack and went out.

There is some quietness on the field trail at night, the soil on the road is loose and mixed with blades of grass.The slightly withered green and yellow are mixed with earthy colors, and there is an occasional sound of frogs between the grass on both sides, and then moves away with the shaking of the grass, presumably the field frog in the grass has jumped far.

There was a burst of soft singing on the path, not singing, just humming.The voice was sweet, humming a little country tune.

I don't know the name of the tune, but it is somewhat melodious, accompanied by the sound of frogs and insects in the distance in the fields in the evening.

As the sound approached, a young girl came bouncing, with some dead branches and leaves in the basket on her back.

There is a forest beyond the field, and some firewood can always be picked up there.

Walking along the trail into the forest, the girl hummed a little tune, looking in a good mood, and picked up the fallen branches and leaves on the ground.It hasn't rained in the past few days, so these branches and leaves are dry, which is just right for firewood or fuel.

"Crackling."

It's the sound of raindrops hitting the blades, and it really comes at whatever you say.

The girl raised her head and found a thin layer of rain clouds floating in the sky.

A spring rain in the mountains and forests came as soon as it was said. It was fine and dense, not too big, but it also disturbed some people.

It's like a girl picking up dead branches. Now the dead branches can't be picked up, and even the things in the basket are probably going to be wet by the rain for a while so they can't be used anymore.

"Swish."

The rain started to fall, falling finely and continuously, and sprinkled among the fields.

The light rain in the afterglow of the setting sun has a little bit of light gold, and the brilliance penetrates between the raindrops.

Seeing from a distance, the mountains and fields are smudged with gold and red, and the slanting shadows are swaying, which is a fascinating scene.

But this is not the time to appreciate the beauty.

When watching the rain, you will feel that the rain scene is quiet and good, but you may not necessarily think so when it is raining.

The soil on the country road was soaked by the rain and became squishy. The grass blades and young seedlings were slightly shaken by the rain, and their heads were half-drowned from the rain.

The girl covered her head with her hands, and ran towards home with the bamboo basket on her back.

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"Clap clap clap."

A man in gray was lying in the forest, with a bamboo box beside him, with a bamboo hat covering his face, he looked as if he was dozing there.

She didn't know that it was the sound of rain that woke her up.

It was the raindrops hitting her body that woke her up.