The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

When Hua Jue was 11 years old, a teacher in the city accepted him as a free student and promised his bookstore for him to read at will.

Mr.'s private school and book fair are next to each other, half is clean and half is lively, Hua Jue prefers the lively side.The other students shook their heads and silently memorized their homework, so he took out a copy of the legend and ran to the corridor, looking slowly with his back to the sunny side, and he heard the voices of bookstores greeting.

One day, Hua Jue helped grandma clean up the dishes at home, and rushed to her husband's place happily as usual, but when she arrived, she found that the doors and windows were closed and there was no one there.He was puzzled, but he was thinking about the novel he hadn't finished, so he squatted in front of the door and waited.

It wasn't until noon that the husband and his party came back, Hua Jue heard the joy outside the house, and rushed out to join in the fun.

A few classmates made room for him, and told him quietly: "You came late, and you didn't go out with your husband. The new city lord heard that your husband is a grass in the Imperial Academy, so he gave you the Duanyun Juan ordered by the imperial pen! Twelve scrolls, How can ordinary people have the opportunity to see the real work?"

Hua Jue naturally knew what Duan Yunjuan was.The royal family of the six imperial edicts on the frontier declined, but among the princes of the northern edict, there emerged a third prince who moved the world with one stroke.Duan Yunjuan was the last painting he made on his deathbed. It is said that the whole volume is painted with clouds and mists without showing the mountains, and the brushwork is like a god.Scholars and poets from all over the world searched everywhere and flocked to them, but what they got were basically fakes and imitation pens.

The old man got such a treasure, and he didn't hesitate to use it to open the eyes of these students.Hua Jue followed his classmate politely and let him go from beginning to end graciously.Here he walks around the table, while the gentleman over there walks around shaking his head, explaining to his disciples the beauty of the 27 broken clouds in the painting. Seeing that the old and the young are about to collide, the old gentleman stops his pace and finds out There was Hua Jue who was not much higher than the table in front of him, and he felt pity for a moment, and observed the child with great interest.

Hua Jue scratched the corner of the table, ignorantly staring at the last scroll of the distant mountain array.Flying white in a few places, thick ink in a few places, the pen goes like a dragon.After watching for a long time, the wind and clouds are surging on the thin paper, changing rapidly, and a touch of hidden ink slowly wanders away.

He was a little dazed—he had seen many paintings and calligraphy, but this was the first time he had seen a moving painting. He confirmed it again and again, and was so surprised that he didn't even hear the old man's question.

"Baiyu, what did you see?"

"Zhiyu" is the word Mr. set for him.Hua Jue was secretly poked by her fellow doorman, woke up, and blurted out: "Dragon!"

He pointed to several parts where the broken clouds were connected, and looked at Mr. with some expectation.The gentleman's complexion darkened, and he came over to look carefully, but there were only a few strokes here, not even considered the overall highlight, except for the amazing strokes, there was nothing.The old man was most jealous of his disciples' lying, insisting that Hua Jue had lied to gain attention, and he was furious for a moment: "Nonsense! So many books have gone up to Jiuchongtian, pointing a deer into a horse, how can it be possible to get things done!"

Hua Jue was dazed by the scolding, she glanced at herself again, and said puzzledly, "What I said is true."

"nonsense!"

"There really are dragons!"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "He still talks back!"

Hua Jue straightened his neck but refused to let go. The students were afraid that their teacher would get sick from anger, so they dragged him back home with good words, and took the opportunity to complain to Grandma Hua.Hua Jue was so angry that she felt that her grandma's heart was for outsiders, and seeing her give sugar cakes to others made her feel even more sad.

Hua Jue went back to the house, smothered the potatoes with resentment, and inadvertently was cut off by the potato executioner.He howled a few times, and when he saw that grandma hadn't come, he stopped and went back to the study dejectedly.On the one hand, he wanted to speak up for himself, but on the other hand, he felt that grandma no longer loved him.He looked at his bloody fingers, thought about it, and immediately took a large piece of straw paper, used his hand as a pen, and wrote a bloody book to justify his name.On the paper, he stated that he was full of grievances, and the more Hua Jue wrote, the more angry he became. If he lied, he should be punished by heaven. Mr. is old and blind, and he should be punished for his crime.

After writing, he also felt that the words were too much and a little inappropriate.But the child's temper tantrums made him unstoppable, Hua Jue left a bloody letter, packed a few crispy persimmons for lunch, and formally left home.After passing Li Lang's tofu shop, before seeing the flowers in front of Sister Wang's courtyard, Hua Jue was carried back backwards by the rushing grandma Hua, and threw it on the ground with a plop.

Hua Jue fell into the mud, thinking that her grandma was really reluctant to let her grandson leave like this, and she still loves herself.The trick succeeded, and when he was feeling proud, he got a slap on the buttocks from his grandma.This was real pain, Hua Jue had never been beaten before, and she would never hide, she was beaten until she was silent, and when she picked it up again, her face was covered with snot and tears.

Hua Jue finally didn't rub the clothes, but experienced the bitterness of her little friend back then.Grandma Hua, as if she was still angry after the beating, grabbed his ear and told him to burn the blood book, and also made him kneel in the courtyard for a day, and then apologize to her husband.

"You can leave if you want. I will raise you so big. I don't want the grandson of Mr. Curse's death. I will raise it with another grandson."

It was the first time for Hua Jue to see her grandma so angry, and she also knew that she was having a big fuss this time.Kneeling halfway, grandma grabbed him back to the middle hall for dinner, Hua Jue burst into tears, the more she cried, the more wronged she became, and she cried hoarsely: "Don't eat, it's unpalatable, I don't like sugar pancakes, and the dogs next door don't eat them .”

Before Grandma Hua could speak, the child quickly went to the next door, hugged the big yellow dog, and ordered it: "You eat! Let me see if you eat." After the cake was swallowed, Hua Jue immediately cried again and drove the yellow dog away.

If you are hungry, the kneeling penalty is still halfway.Hua Jue knelt obediently until it was dark, and it started to rain in the evening, but grandma never called him in.He held onto the courtyard door and stood up, staring vaguely at a marigold plant in the courtyard, which fluttered in the rain, as if it could detect his will.Until night fell, the abandoned palace on the opposite side suddenly turned on the lights, and gradually some people could be seen walking to and fro, carrying things, and it seemed that there would be newcomers coming in.

The scene was quiet and peaceful, Hua Jue drew the pictures of ghosts traveling at night bit by bit in her mind, wondering if ghosts and gods are as lively as people?Until a person walked by with a lantern, he stopped in front of Hua's courtyard, took a look inside, and then walked in.

Hua Jue didn't have time to worry about that person walking in without saying hello, he raised his head, only saw the night light illuminating the person's umbrella, someone drew misty rain pictures on it, tapped ink rivers and mountains, and several broken clouds illuminated him It is the same picture of Broken Cloud as in the daytime, but there are more dragons moving on it than in the daytime. It is not one place or two—a group of dragons roaming!

He was even a little dazzled.Hua Jue's eyes widened, and he heard the other party say gently: "Duan Yunjuan is actually a picture of a hidden dragon. Only those who are destined can see the dragon walking in the picture, and ordinary people can't see it. I heard about the day. You are the one who said Is there a little Mr. Dragon in the painting?"

"You are much better than me. I painted the umbrella surface myself, and I haven't seen anything yet."

The lights under the umbrella were dim, and Hua Jue still had tears in his eyes. After listening to the words, he suddenly looked at the man's face. It was a young man, and he was the prettiest man he had ever seen with a child's eyes.Hua Jue was speechless in a daze, and all the grievances she suffered during the day were forgotten.The man patted his head, left him the umbrella, turned around and left.

Broken Cloud Map?Hidden Dragon Map?

Did that man draw the umbrella himself?

The next day, the news spread on this street: the new city lord entered the southeast old palace. Because his wife was ill, he chose this clean place and thanked guests behind closed doors.The person Hua Jue saw was their accountant, surnamed Sang.Afterwards, he gradually lost his mind, squatted at the door when he had nothing to do, and looked across eagerly, hoping to see that person and thank him.He fulfilled his wish a few times, and everyone in the City Lord's Mansion knew that the Hua family had a boy raised as a daughter...the accountant who had a crush on them.

As a brat who remembers eating but not hitting, he held back his words for the first time, patiently waiting for a figure to walk by.Mr. Sang in the City Lord's Mansion often wears a white shirt and doesn't go out often, so he has been waiting.

To say that at the age of 11, he began to think that he was different from others, and he could see things beyond the eyes of others, and he was very happy when someone praised him for this.

After that, Hua Jue's fate and vision slowly opened up. The moving dragon in the painting was the first strange thing he saw, and then he gradually saw things like flower demons and ghosts that others couldn't see. , gradually got used to it.

Later, he found the record of Duan Yuntu in the book. It turns out that this kind of painting only uses special skills, and it can be drawn by an individual.Then he thought affectionately that the accountant had a predestined relationship with him, just like the picture scroll in his heart, only he could see it, he couldn't say it, and he walked away with the splashed ink.Later, this feeling gradually became indifferent as the years got older, but it eventually turned into a peach blossom rotted in the soil, with the pale color that was full of envy when I was a child.

In the wind and rain, Hua Jue watched the man in white go away, thinking quietly: Since Mr. Sang is here, does the city lord already know what happened yesterday?

The badly wounded dragon...will he survive?

Thinking of this, he stopped, and after hesitating for a moment, he chose to turn back home, at least to remind the broken-shouldered dragon.After not taking a few steps, he crashed straight into someone's arms.

Xuanlong held him by the collar and told him to stand still, looking him up and down with a pair of dark and deep eyes.

The dragon announced to him: "I wake up."

How could this dragon find him anytime, anywhere... Hua Jue looked down, and sure enough, she saw her own cat again.Hua Dabao flicked his tail obsequiously, as if he had regarded Xuanlong as his second master.

Hua Jue touched her nose and nodded her head to show that she understood.Xuan Long ignored him, followed the direction Hua Jue had just looked at and asked, "That person—"

He looked away, and asked Hua Jue leisurely, "Do you like him?"

Hua Jue said with a mournful face, "You...don't ask, do you still want to sleep? I'll go back to sleep with you."