When Chen Wang returned, he saw that Qingyin had already finished eating and felt a little regretful.
Watching Ah Yin eat, he also felt that it was different from others, it was particularly beautiful. He originally thought that he was fast enough to enjoy watching Ah Yin eat.
Qingyin glanced at him, washed her hands, and said, "Brother Chen, if you're not busy, you can stay in the courtyard to rest. I'll go out to sell my calligraphy and paintings later."
Chen Wang: "Oh, are you going out? I want to go out too. Well, I happen to be free and can help you out."
Qingyin looked at him in surprise: "But I'll probably be selling calligraphy and paintings very late."
Chen Wang scratched his head, suppressing his embarrassment, and said, "It's okay, I also want to experience the local customs and culture of Huailin."
Chen Wang himself blushed as he explained the reason, and dared not look at Qing Yin.
Qingyin raised an eyebrow. "Then Brother Chen, if you want to go, then go ahead."
On the bustling street, it must be said that the sight of two good-looking teenagers selling calligraphy and paintings at their stall was extremely attractive.
At least the girls' eyes were drawn to it.
Qingyin looked up, feeling the curious and amazed gazes around her, and calmed herself down to prepare to paint a landscape and bird painting.
Chen Wang watched him draw.
The handsome young man was drawing intently with a pen, which attracted many older women and young men to come and watch.
A painting slowly took shape as Qingyin sketched it.
Art is visually intuitive, and painting is the most direct way to express it.
As they watched as simple lines were transformed into a vibrant landscape painting of mountains, rivers, birds, and animals, the crowd couldn't help but exclaim in praise:
"Great! This bird is beautifully painted! It's so lifelike, it looks like a real bird about to take flight."
"Young people are really good at drawing, wow, it's so beautiful."
"This young master is truly handsome and skilled; this painting is absolutely exquisite."
...
As people praised the event, more and more people gathered around, quickly blocking the street corner.
Passing by this street, wanting to return to his residence, Zhan Qingwen, the magistrate of Huailin County, sat in his carriage, rubbing his head. He had been extremely busy lately because of the autumn imperial examinations, and he hadn't even had time to go find the young man he had taken a liking to during the examinations. Thinking of that outstanding young man in the examination hall, Zhan Qingwen felt a surge of admiration and really hoped to get to know him.
No rush. After he's rested for a couple of days, he'll have plenty of opportunities to find someone.
Unexpectedly, the carriage stopped.
A servant's voice came from outside the window: "Master, the street corner is blocked by people, and we can't get through for the time being."
"Sir, we must clear the way before we can leave."
Zhan Qingwen, who was finally able to go home early to rest, couldn't help but frown. "Hmm, remember to be gentle when you dismiss them."
"Yes, sir," the servant replied respectfully.
The servant left.
With Xie Yin in mind, Zhan Qingwen silently recalled the article the boy had written. Leaving aside the content, the handwriting was exceptionally good, and the idea of having a compassionate heart towards the people...
"This young master is truly amazing! His painting is superb."
"Oh my, I've never seen anyone paint better than this young master."
...
A series of sounds interrupted Zhan Qingwen's thoughts.
"Painting?" Who's painting? A sense of curiosity arose in Zhan Qingwen's heart. He drew back the curtains and saw the man who had spoken earlier crowding at the front, saying something.
Zhan Qingwen curiously stepped off the carriage and asked the servant dispersing the crowd.
The servant, who had been squeezed in the crowd, was covered in sweat and his face was flushed and hot. He thought his master was getting impatient and said in a flustered manner, "Reporting to my master, I just inquired and found out that the two young masters were painting and selling their calligraphy and paintings on the spot, which attracted a crowd. There were so many people that I had a hard time."
"I see." Zhan Qingwen nodded, not noticing the servant's fear.
He was now filled with curiosity about the two young men who sold calligraphy and paintings.
Who is this person selling calligraphy and paintings that can attract so many people? Listening to the people around him, he couldn't believe that not a single one of them had anything bad to say.
Judging from what he observed, many of the onlookers were poor people who knew nothing about calligraphy, painting, or art. If the young master selling calligraphy and paintings could win over these people, he must be quite capable.
Thinking about it, Zhan Qingwen was also influenced by his hobby of collecting calligraphy and paintings, and became even more curious to take a look at the calligraphy and paintings.
He walked into the crowd, but fortunately, thanks to the persuasion of the servants, many people had already dispersed, leaving only a few wealthy people who genuinely wanted to buy calligraphy and paintings. Zhan Qingwen successfully squeezed into the crowd.
Arriving at the front, Zhan Qingwen could also see the painting that everyone was admiring.
Several landscape ink paintings and flower-and-bird paintings were casually placed on a cloth, simple as could be. But what was even more striking than the arrangement was the excellence of each painting. Every line the painter made was like a stroke of genius. The birds and flowers were lifelike and vivid, making people marvel at the painter's skill.
Truly a masterpiece!
Seeing these top-notch paintings casually laid out on the ground, Zhan Qingwen felt a pang of heartache.
"Oh dear, I'll take all of your paintings, no matter the price."
Qingyin looked up in surprise, stopped writing, and looked at the person who had come in: "Excuse me, sir, I have already sold the painting in front of me."
"Ah, it's you!" Zhan Qingwen exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the familiar, handsome face.
"Thank you."
I didn't expect that the person would appear without me having to look for them.
Qingyin also recognized the examiner who appeared at the autumn examination, and a look of understanding flashed in her eyes.
"Hello, sir." In the bustling city, Qingyin chose a respectful but not servile form of address.
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