Mythical First Love Handbook

The more Si Shaoliu liked Yang Yi, the more he became addicted to painting.He doesn't know martial arts, and his muscles and bones are extremely weak, but he is quite talented in calligraphy and painting.It can be photographic memory, but it can be mastered as soon as it is learned.

He was Eli who he met at that time, a businessman from country f, who spoke good Chinese.He was completely different from everyone Si Shaoliu knew.Not just appearance, but also character.

He could make Si Shaoliu think of an incomparably many words to describe it, and he finally chose lawlessness.

Eric Bly is a freedom-loving, bird-like person.He made Si Shaoliu think of the divine bird Phoenix, free and passionate.

Si Shaoliu met Yang Yi in his courtyard.Si Shaoliu was painting, and he was attracted by the clouds painted by Si Shaoliu.Si Shaoliu's painting took more than two months to revise and revise, and it was finally nearly completed.

This is the first painting that Si Shaoliu came to Yang Manor to paint, and it has a very special meaning.So he deleted and changed it intermittently, and finally satisfied Si Shaoliu.

Eli has always loved to collect all kinds of art, among which oil paintings are the most important.He originally came to talk to Yang Yi about business, but Yang Yi was not there, so he insisted on pestering Si Shaoliu all afternoon, asking to buy paintings.

Si Shaoliu didn't want to sell paintings, so he invited him to the study room, took out other paintings, and planned to let him choose one he likes, and gave it to him.I don't want Eli to fall in love with the "Picture of Winter Plum Blossoms" hung on the wall by Si Shaoliu as soon as he enters the door, and he insists on buying it, but he refuses to give it away to Si Shaoliu.

The two chatted all afternoon about the sale and purchase of paintings, and they became friends.

Eli was very surprised that Si Shaoliu was such a painter who loved both ink painting and oil painting, and had a very high level of cultivation.Naturally, the Fourth Young Master couldn't tell him that he had studied painting for hundreds of years, and he had also painted oil paintings for many years.

"I thought that people like Mr. Si, masters of Chinese studies, would not like our foreign paintings and foreign products." Eli said.

Si Shaoliu rolled up "The Picture of Winter Plum Blossoms", smiled, and said, "Art is art. It has nothing to do with where it comes from or who made it. Art can exist independently of everything. It There are no borders, and you should not be prejudiced and insulted because of any mundane dust. It is in your country, and it is in my country."

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to introduce each other as confidants.

When it comes to the end, Eli no longer wants to do business with Yang Yi, and excitedly wants to do business with Si Shaoliu.

He wants to help Si Shaoliu sell paintings.

At this time, Si Shaoliu could not have imagined that in the not-too-distant future, there would be an information network. Everyone lived in an invisible network, and there was nothing to hide from.

It's just selling paintings, isn't Yang Yi also famous.Oh, yes, he is now using the 槊 character of Zhenjun Xuanzhang, Yang 槊.It's the same, there will be no face spread out, and it will still be a speck of dust in the torrent of history.It should be no trouble.

He has seen "the wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, and the bones are frozen to death on the road." He knows that money is not everything, but it can save lives.At this time, money can buy food, and food can save lives.

He knows that he draws well, and everyone praises him for his well-informed literature, which shows that his paintings are not bad.Then let's sell it and discuss it with Yang Yi. If Yang Yi agrees, then it can be implemented.

When Yang Yi came back in the evening, Eli still went to discuss their business with Yang Yi, and then Si Shaoliu revealed his plan again.Yang Yi said that he would send news to Shao Shao in two days.

A few days later, Yang Yi confirmed that Eli was a trustworthy person, and then let Si Shaoliu contact Eli himself.He originally wanted to help Si Shaoliu talk to Eli, but Si Shaoliu had his own ideas. Since Yang Yi agreed to sell his paintings, he went to toss with Eli himself.

Occasionally, when talking with Si Shaoliu, Yang Yi vaguely sensed that Zhao Zhao, who looked at the water as if letting it be flattened and rounded, was not without his own opinions.It is not a dodder flower attached to a big tree, but it has never grown into a towering tree, so it temporarily inhabits and grows under the shade of the big tree.

Therefore, Yang Yi is willing to let go and let Si Shaoliu grow up on his own.He felt that his Zhao Zhao would like this, and he thought from the bottom of his heart that Zhao Zhao would handle it by himself.Well, even if it's not handled well, he still has his escort.

Eli was a trusted friend and a successful businessman.Si Shaoliu's painting was hung in the auction house, and it was only for viewing, not for buying.After someone came forward to ask the price, after a period of time, one or two pictures were taken out, or no price was asked, and the auction was carried out directly, only to see who had the highest bid.

Eli secretly invited Yang Yi to go. As soon as Yang Yi saw the painting, he took another look at the words "Si Yuanzhao" that were stamped in red.Okay, I understand, Zhao Zhao's personal seal is stamped, so he naturally wants to save face for Zhao Zhao.

I don't want him to end up raising the price of the words "Si Yuanzhao", and the price of the first painting has already been raised.There is no need for him to make a move.

How could this be possible? Yang Yi raised the price without blinking.According to the first painting sold, no one is allowed to rob him.

The third master who took pictures of the paintings was in a good mood, and was surrounded by a group of "friends" from the venue to Bada Hutong, where he got completely drunk.He had already stayed there, but Yang Yi still thought that he hadn't gone back, so he was still waiting for him.My heart suddenly became hot, and my brain, which had been drenched with yellow soup for most of the night, became clear.

There is one person, wait for him, go home.

As soon as I think about it, every time I think about it, I feel that there is a cluster of fire in my heart, the fire is burning, but I am very happy.After living for thousands of years, without father or mother, he was raised by nature, but one day there was an extra person waiting for him to return home.

Pushing open the door, it was obviously the same lamp and the same ray of light, but it was very different against a thin figure.The hustle and bustle of the world, the turbulent conversations of people, and the turbid dust of the world, all dissipate when gazing at Si Shaoliu's focused and quiet figure, and only pay attention to the peace of mind and the tranquility of heaven and earth.

Si Yuanzhao.Yang Yi was savoring carefully, chewing slowly, entwining the tip of his tongue back and forth, tossing and turning countless times, before swallowing it preciously and heavily.

He was originally a celestial body formed by a ray of remnant soul on the battlefield borrowed from jade.

Si Yuanzhao is sincere, Si Yuanzhao is gentle, Si Yuanzhao is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Si Yuanzhao really... puts Yang Yi in his heart.

After Yang Yi died, he became a fairy, with no past.Yang Yi died on the battlefield and was born on the battlefield. For thousands of years, he fought endlessly with the demons at the junction of the heaven and the world.The acquaintances around Yang Yi are either soldiers and generals, or businessmen.

There is only one Si Yuanzhao, and only one Si Yuanzhao, who is different from everyone else.He was born with the power to attract Yang Yi.

He treats Yang Yi well, he puts Yang Yi in his heart, and his heart will be calm and extremely hot by his side.

The soldiers and generals are so loyal to him, he is the boss, they are the subordinates, they have been in the army for many years, so they trust and follow.The businessman clan associates with him, or flatters or flatters him, it is because of interest, because money is powerful.

What about Si Yuanzhao?Why did Si Yuanzhao put him in his eyes only the first time they met?Will sit in front of the door and stand in front of the window every night, waiting for him to come home.Accounting is a good time, warm a cup of hot water and a bowl of hot soup, and remind you before going out that today is windy, put on clothes and rain, and bring an umbrella, and say "good dream" before going back to the room before falling asleep.

Although the little bits and pieces are small, the piles of piles are piled up day after day, but they also accumulate into a lot, converging into rivers.

Yang Yi didn't know.He is very useful and eager to explore.

Very drunk tonight, Yang Yi stumbled across the threshold, walked across the road with the trunk of a tree, and saw a thin figure with dim light.

Si Yuanzhao rested his chin, his eyes fell on the treetops vaguely, as if he was watching the moonlight passing through the leaves, and also seemed to be interested in the mottled light.The pencil in his hand was spinning again and again, and he was conceiving a sketch.

Yang Yi stood by the tree and stared blankly for a moment.The moonlight was just right tonight, and it lightly outlined a silver border for the little boy, covering it with a layer of silver gauze.

The little fairy is indeed a little fairy, and after falling into the mortal world, she is still favored by the moonlight.

Yang Yi has always walked silently, while Si Shaoliu is quite slow.He walked up to Si Shaoliu and sat down, but Si Shaoliu didn't realize that he had returned.

Si Shaoliu didn't find out, so Yang Yi didn't remind him.He only used his rusty brain to carefully describe his gentle and handsome face in his heart.

After Si Shaoliu had thought about it, he was about to start writing, when someone else came out beside him when he lowered his eyes.In the beginning, Si Shaoliu would be taken aback by Yang Yi's sudden appearance, but he got used to it as the number of times increased.

He still asked, "Are you back?"

Yang Yi liked it when he asked, and agreed in a low voice: "Well, I'm back. What are you going to draw?"

Si Shaoliu lowered his eyes, twirled the pencil, and did not answer.

Yang Yi leaned over, the canvas was blank, and he hadn't written yet.

"How long have you been thinking about it?"

Si Shaoliu put down his pen: "It's been half a day."

Yang Yi turned sideways, feeling quite heavy and very tired.Si Shaoliu's shoulder was right next to his ear, and he could lean on it just an inch away.

If the body is drunk, even if the body is very drunk, it is not enough to be drunk.But since Si Shaoliu came, Yang Yi became more and more intoxicated, from at most five points in the past to completely intoxicated now.

When you are drunk, you don’t need to think too much, and you don’t need to care about whether it is suitable or not, just follow your heart and move according to your heart.So Yang Yi leaned on Si Shaoliu's shoulder.

"According to you, you should eat more."

Si Shaoliu's bones were all made of clay, and he was too stiff to move: "Huh?"

"Too thin, shoulders are a little thinner." Yang Yi sniffed the ink fragrance on Si Shaoliu's body, "What kind of fragrance do you have on your body? But ink fragrance? It doesn't look like it."

Si Shaoliu blushed secretly.Yang Yi's body temperature was higher than his. After drinking, his whole body exuded hot air, and the hot air flowed into Si Shaoliu's body along his close body, making him extremely dry.

He pretended to be calm, and patted his legs: "It's stronger here. It's all common ink, rosin ink, oil, smoke ink."

Yang Yi slid down along his shoulders and pillowed on Si Shaoliu's lap.He simply lay on his back, and Si Shaoliu lowered his eyes so that he could meet his gaze.

There are moons in the sky and stars on the ground.The moon hangs on the treetops, the stars... In Yang Yi's eyes, the galaxy is shining brightly.

"I don't seem to have asked you, Zhao Zhao, why do you like painting so much?"

Yang Yi was lying on his lap, and Si Shaoliu felt that there was no place to put his hands.Yang Yi pulled his helpless hands over, held them, and played with them carefully.It is really beautiful, with well-defined muscles and bones, but the knuckles are not protruding. The porcelain white color looks transparent under the moonlight.It's just that I touched too many pens and stroked too many pianos, and there were thin calluses on the pads and sides of the fingers, with different sizes.

Si Shaoliu naturally couldn't tell him.Because ink and wash have made him strong, and oil painting has become his appearance, so he likes it, so his heart aspires.

He retracted his hands and said in a low voice, his voice has never been high: "It's not good-looking."

Yang Yi chuckled, seemingly unintentionally and bewitched by it, as if by accident, the delicate skin between his fingers touched the dry and warm lips.Yang Yi's voice was slightly hoarse, and the hot and humid breath brushed over Si Shaoliu's fingertips, itching.Itchy fingers, itchy heart.

"It's beautiful. It's very beautiful."