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Chapter 25 Painter Su Mo

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    Back home, Huainan turned on the computer and searched for the address given by Ye Li. The Internet showed that the place of Daheishan was named Daheishan Town.  At the Crow Shrine.

    The place name of Daheishan is also derived from the crow.

    "The legend of the story, thousands of years ago, Dahei Mountain was once lush with vegetation, and crows often came and fell in groups, and there were many spiritual birds and beasts in the mountain. But only the crows passed by in groups, covering a dark area, which looked like clouds covering the sun.  Therefore, the mountains where crows gather and scatter are called Montenegro.

    In ancient times, human beings were in awe of the gods of heaven and earth, and when so many crows passed by in groups, and before someone died in the family, there were many crows screaming under the eaves as a warning.

    Therefore, it is believed that crows have the ability to communicate with the gods and are good at knowing life and death. Therefore, crow worship was raised, a crow shrine was established, and it was worshipped day and night, and the incense was constantly burning.  Later, without knowing what happened, the worship of the Crow God suddenly disappeared, and even the village in which he believed in disappeared.  "

    Huainan looked at these simple records, and then flipped back, which is the local archeology by scholars during the war years, and the reconstruction based on the original site later.  Up to now, it has become a tourist attraction of retro buildings.

    And this season, rape blossoms are everywhere, and the local flower viewing festival is being held once a year.

    Since it is a tourist attraction and there is a flower viewing festival, Huainan discussed with his parents and went to Daheishan when he had time.

    After agreeing on the travel date, Li Ling booked a local inn online in advance. After Huainan got off school at noon on Saturday, he had lunch and packed his luggage, and the family set off by car.

    After driving for about three hours, I entered Daheishan Town. The traffic was heavy, and I walked slowly for more than an hour before arriving at the foot of the custom inn. I parked the car, put on my backpack, and the family followed the road signs of the scenic spot to prepare to go up the mountain.

    Huainan was dressed in a small Hanfu skirt, happily running at the front.

    Years ago, Yang Lan received a batch of clothing design orders, including several designs of children's Hanfu. After consultation, Yang Lan designed several styles according to Huainan's height, and purchased fabrics to make samples, and Huainan became a city.  I became Yang Lan's little model.

    Ru skirt upper body, a bun, velvet flowers on the hairpin, and a tassel collar, it is really bright and warm like a little fairy.  Even the guests coming and going in the inn couldn't help but drag Huainan to take a group photo.

    Now going out to play, in order to take more beautiful photos, and to promote the costumes in the future, Huainan directly wore Hanfu.  All the way up the mountain, Huainan's well-dressed clothes attracted many tourists to stop and take pictures.

    Huainan is naturally happy to play, even raccoons, meowing back and forth, stepping on flowers for a while, catching butterflies for a while, lively and happy.

    The reserved inn was halfway up the mountain. When we arrived, many people had already stopped outside the door.

    The inn is an antique building of blue bricks and black tiles, with high eaves, raised thresholds, and rows of pillars, solemn and solemn.  Through the courtyard wall, you can still see the faintly protruding ancient pines and plane trees.

    In front of the door, there is also a biying lake, which is sparkling with the breeze.

    Huainan raised his head and looked at the quaint and grand courtyard in surprise.

    In front of the gate of the yard, there is another pear tree that is blooming in full bloom. The trunk of this pear tree looks like four or five adults can hug each other.  Layers of white petals.

    Huainan thinks this tree should have a history of hundreds of years, right?

    Just as I was about to ask my father, I heard my father say in the distance: "Director Su?" Then he smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I can meet Director Su here, and I also sneaked out to chase the tail of spring?"

    Just heard a young man's voice reply: "Boss Li, what a coincidence. Boss Li really knows how to joke."

    Huainan hurriedly turned around, and saw that his father was holding a young man's hand and greeting him. The young man was about twenty years old, wearing a Chinese coat, holding a black leather box in his left hand, and holding it in his right hand.  There are also several circles of white beads.

    Behind him, followed by six or seven students and a female teacher who was about the same age as him.

    The female teacher was telling the children to pack their luggage, glanced at the young man, nodded, and led the children into the inn.

    Huainan learned from the chat between the two that the young man was named Su Mo, a young painter who became famous at a young age and had his own painting and calligraphy gallery in the provincial capital.

    This year's Dragon Boat Festival, there is another painting and calligraphy exhibition to be held in this city, and among the invited guests is Li Lingze.

    And this encounter is to take the students into the mountains to sketch.

    After exchanging pleasantries, Su Mo hurriedly caught up with those students.

    HuainanYang Lan helped Li Lingze with the luggage and tidied up the house. The owner of the inn brought fresh fruits, exchanged pleasantries with Li Lingze, and made an appointment to have dinner together in the evening.

    At dinner time, the sun had just set on the hill and the moon had not yet risen. A banquet was set up in the courtyard of several adults, laughing and talking, drinking and drinking.

    After Huainan finished eating, he was a little bored sitting there, so he went back to his room to rest.

    In the room, Liliu was sleeping soundly on the sofa.  Huainan patted Liliu's head, put the shrimp balls from the dining table aside, and waited until Liliu woke up to eat.

    A person lay bored by the window, looking at the big pear tree in front of the door, the flowering branches of the pear tree were almost reaching into the house.

    Huainan stretched out his hand, shook the flower branch, and then lowered his head to blow away the falling petals.

    Looking back at Liliu, he picked up a handful of petals and sprinkled them on Liliu.

    Lili let out a meow, and licked the pear blossoms that fell on his mouth with his tongue, and it was rolled into his mouth, turned over, and continued to sleep.

    Huainan thought it was interesting, so he picked the petals and smelled them, then put them in his mouth and chewed them. It was bitter and tasteless, so he quickly vomited it out.

    Suddenly someone under the tree exclaimed, Huainan hurriedly looked down, it was Teacher Su Mo.

    At this moment, the bright moon climbed up the branches, and the breeze was breezy. Su Mo was leading the students to sketch under the big tree. The six children formed a half-circle, set up drawing boards, and were drawing the quaint streets and the scattered houses on both sides.

    The petals fell and hit Su Mo, Su Mo looked up at Huainan, Huainan hurriedly smiled embarrassedly, Su Mo just looked up at Huainan quietly, didn't say anything, even there was no expression on his face  , then bowed his head again, and taught the students.

    Huainan felt strange, lying by the window, watching Su Mo give pointers to the students, and occasionally took the pen from the students' hands to teach in person, and when he saw the petals falling on the students, he brushed them away.

    I heard from my father that this Su Mo is just 20 years old this year, but he has debuted for five years. Because of his unique style of painting, he is almost overwhelmed with soliciting drafts for the front pages of various magazines, film and television posters, and publishing albums every year.  There are also regular touring art exhibitions, and there are millions of fans online.

    Huainan watched quietly, the flower branches covering Su Mo's figure appearing and disappearing from time to time, Huainan only thought that Teacher Su was still quite good-looking, but in the gaze that looked up just now, there seemed to be a moment of surprise, and then it turned into  He was calm and steady, and couldn't tell what it was like.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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