Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

The piece of Han-made Yu Mi ink that Zhang Xueming brought from the Zheng family was indeed good ink, black and moist, and very sticky to the paper.

The black beard drawn on Gong Yuanzheng's cheeks could not be completely washed off with hot water or soap. In the end, he went to the pharmacy and found the tea oil used to remove makeup for Zhang Xueming, and finally he was able to remove the black marks on his fair face.

"Zhao Zhao is so mean!" Gong Yuanzheng's face was rubbed red, which contrasted with his red eyes. He pouted angrily and lowered his head to copy books to show that he was ignoring Zhang Xueming.

In less than three minutes, he took out the puppy egg yolk biscuits that Zhang Xueming loved from the nine-square food box on the table that originally belonged to him and fed it to Zhang Xueming.

Having relieved himself of the burden in his heart, Gong Yuanzheng became exceptionally lively and clingy.

Zhang Xueming calculated that after practicing calligraphy for about five minutes, Gong Yuanzheng would come and make some noise.

He would either come to hold her hand or lean on her shoulder, or he would come around and hug her, resting his chin on her shoulder and rubbing his cheek against hers.

How can we add background, outline and color to the line drawing? It is a delicate job.

Zhang Xueming could only continue to make line drafts.

She painted scenes of three people together, standing, sitting, walking, talking, eating...

Zhang Xueming is good at capturing people's expressions, and with the help of the memory palace, he can grab any picture from his memory and reproduce it on paper, which is full of a sense of story.

Gong Yuanzheng was surprised and delighted. When Zhang Xueming drew a picture, he could tell when it happened, what they were doing and what they were talking about, and he couldn't stop chattering.

"It turns out Zhao Zhao remembered everything. That's great." He sighed with contentment.

It's just that the brothers painted it vividly, but Zhang Xueming's own face was empty. When Gong Shangjiao was around, she would not release her spiritual sense. There was no problem with her clothes and posture, but she couldn't see her expression.

Gong Yuanzheng volunteered: "Keep the Zhao Zhao part, I will draw it, I will remember it."

Zhang Xueming handed him the pen and asked him to make way, but he refused and insisted on drawing her hand.

"I don't want to be separated from Zhaozhao." Gong Yuanzheng said bluntly.

Zhang Xueming teased him: "Do you want to grow on me?"

Gong Yuanzheng turned around and kissed her face with a smile, his eyes shining a little scary: "If it's possible."

"Then neither of us can do anything." Zhang Xueming put down the pen and raised his hand to rub his face. "However, today is an exception."

The young man's emotions were up and down early in the morning, and it was she who started it. Although it was a good thing that his heart knot was resolved and he could vent his pent-up emotions, proper comfort was still essential.

If he wants to cling to her, let him cling to her. She also likes being clingy to him.

The affection in Gong Yuanzheng's eyes was so strong that it was about to overflow. He held Zhang Xueming's hand and carefully added the facial features of the girl in the painting.

Her eyebrows are as beautiful as mountains, her eyes are as clear as water, and her smile is so charming that she is indescribably charming.

You know what, she really has some of her charm.

"Not bad. I didn't expect my young husband has such a skill." Zhang Xueming raised his eyebrows.

Gong Yuanzheng also raised an eyebrow at her: "From now on, Zhao Zhao will draw me, and I will draw Zhao Zhao."

"Who will draw my brother then?"

Gong Yuanzheng thought for a moment and said, "Zhao Zhao draws the clothes and I draw the facial features. Or maybe it's the other way around and we can draw brother together."

Zhang Xueming wanted to draw three more line drawings of people, and he protested: "Draw two people."

Zhang Xueming is quick to accept advice.

It is beneficial to learn anatomy well. It is difficult to infer what a child will look like when he grows up by looking at his face, but it is easy to infer what he will look like when he grows up by looking at an adult's face.

She has excellent painting skills and can quickly come up with a draft in her mind and put paint to paper.

On the snow-white rice paper, young Gong Shangjiao and child Gong Yuanzheng stand opposite each other.

Young Gong Shangjiao bent down and touched the head of young Gong Yuanzheng. He opened his lips slightly and said something with a smile. The chubby-cheeked young Gong Yuanzheng looked up at young Gong Shangjiao with a look of surprise.

"...Zhao Zhao is so amazing." Gong Yuanzheng temporarily forgot to protest. He originally wanted a painting of both him and Zhang Xueming, but who knew that Zhang Xueming would give such a big surprise.

His slender fingers gently brushed over the boy and child in the painting, and he sighed, "It's as if Zhao Zhao had really seen me and my brother at that time. It's amazing!"

Zhang Xueming was about to give him the brush when Gong Yuanzheng suddenly had an idea: "Zhao Zhao, if I can describe a person's appearance, can Zhao Zhao draw that person?"

This is easy. Zhang Xueming instructed him to get a paper cutter and cut the rice paper into strips according to the proportions of the face.

She drew all kinds of eyebrows on the paper, straight eyebrows, sword eyebrows, angular eyebrows...

Then draw the eyes, almond eyes, phoenix eyes, peach blossom eyes... some big, some small, with wide or narrow distance between the eyes.

Next is the nose and lips.

She had read about so many faces that it took her a long time to summarize them all and finish drawing them.

Gong Yuanzheng collected and sorted the photos on the side, and then pieced together a face based on the faces in his memory that was 70% similar to his own, but more mature.

"The distance between his eyebrows is a little shorter, and the corners of his mouth are turned down...this is my father," he said.

When he was a child, Gong Yuanzheng always referred to his father as "my daddy" when talking to others. Later, when he grew up, he often just said "my father". Now he has unconsciously returned to using that name.

Zhang Xueming took another piece of white paper and drew a complete face. He added the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, vertical lines between the eyebrows, nasolabial folds as he said... and then drew the sideburns and bun.

He looked like Gong Yuanzheng when he was thirty-four or thirty-five years old.

"Dad has stopped smiling since mom passed away." Gong Yuanzheng carefully touched the face of the person in the painting, and then tried to piece together a woman's face.

"This is mother." Gong Yuanzheng said softly, "As far as I can remember, mother has been taking medicine all the time and rarely gets out of bed. Daddy said that mother got sick because she gave birth to me. Mother said that it was not the case, but that the miasma at the palace gate was too poisonous and poisoned her."

"So later you developed the Angelica dahurica Golden Herb Tea to help women resist poisonous miasma and nourish their bodies?" Zhang Xueming asked him.

"Yeah." He looked lonely, "But mother can't drink it anymore, and father can't see it either."

"Are the medicinal herbs in Angelica Dahurica Golden Grass Tea precious?" Zhang Xueming asked as he sketched a young couple on rice paper.

That was the former Palace Master of Zheng Palace and his wife.

He held his wife's hand with his right hand, and on his bent left arm sat Gong Yuanzheng, who was about two or three years old. The little Gong Yuanzheng hugged his father's neck, and the three of them smiled as they looked out of the picture.

"Yes, when mom was feeling better, dad also held me in his arms." Gong Yuanzheng's eyes were wet and there was a gentle smile on his lips.

Coming back to his senses, he replied, "There is one ingredient in the Baizhi Jincao tea, Xuanjincao, which is only found in the Jiuchen Valley, but it is everywhere in the mountains. The others are also common medicinal herbs."

"Then make it into finished medicine and sell it inside and outside the valley." Zhang Xueming drew another picture of a family of three, pushed it in front of him, and asked him, "What's your mother's name?"

In the painting, Gong Yuanzheng, who was about three or four years old, was smiling and holding a brush while hiding behind his mother, sticking out his tongue playfully at his father who was bending over to grab him. The man's handsome face was painted with a few whiskers with ink, and he was frowning and glaring as if he was angry, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The woman opened her hands to protect the little Gong Yuanzheng, also smiling.

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment, and after a while he whispered, "Her surname is Zhang, and everyone calls her 'Madam Jin', the Jin in Jinxiu's style."

Zhang Xueming didn't care, he just thought the lady's name was Zhang Jin, and continued to talk about the Baizhi Jincao Tea: "This kind of medicine that warms the uterus and removes cold and dampness can cure many women with the same symptoms as your mother. You can name it Madam Jin's Warming Palace Pills or Madam Jin's Health Pills, and sell it at a reasonable price.

In addition, since it is difficult to grow food and vegetables in the valley, we will teach the farmers how to plant and prepare Xuanjin Grass. The palace will purchase large quantities of it over a long period of time, which will add to their income... If you can do these things, you, as a son, will be accumulating blessings for your mother."