Liu Zhuang Head also has no news in Liu Jia, and only remember that Liu Jia moved to Yulin, the three young grandfather at home were only a daughter, and the daughter of the colleague Qin. After moving to Yulin, sent people to send a few times, saying that the second master Liu is in the same time, I have a good job in the local Zhou Zhen, and marry the daughter.
At that time, although the Yulin was far away, it was often attacked, and the road in the relationship was not safe. Cui's family had nothing to go there, but the two still have it.
Later, Liu said was difficult to produce, and Liu Jia people came from the edge. Yulin is not easier than Taoyuan, which is just a plunder of Mongolians. Liu Jia's male is to stand in the camp, but he has not come to a mourning, but it is just a few months of the three men who have followed.
It got the news that the news is late, but because the edge has a war, dragging a few months, Liu Dai, Liu, has already buried. Cuisui is still that Liu Jia has no circumstances, and it is still a man who has hosted such a man. Several women will come home with a servant himself. At that time, they were busy with the riots, and privately sent a meal. I don't want to see Liu's people.
Liu Jiazhi's grandmother is cold, and there is also grievances in my heart. Grandma Qin's soda has crying a young girl's family to cry, and find a mother's brother to talk to Cui's speech, forcing Cui Taishi to be the child.
But after this, the two were broken, and even the letter did not pass.
Cui Wei remembered a few papers with pencils, and the topography of the three scholars and hermetry he said. But this is a dozen years ago. At that time, the big god was twenty, and the three men were only 145. Now the past has passed, and stationed in Daming's most dangerous deserted edge, I am afraid the appearance, the temperament has Variety.
Liu Jiao's grandparents were all forty people, and I don't know anything in these years.
Cui Wei made a while, and asked him: "It is not necessary to say that the past is not to say, I must send my own mind first, and there is no longer call me. The grandfather and a few uncle my aunt What? Is it a good thing to buy in Beijing, or return to the county? There is also Qin family ... "
Lei said that I would like to thank the small Cui, but I can't always play him because of Qin Jia Daxie. He is doing his son, and the special gift contact is.
This is still in the Qin Mother.
He sighed, took a pen, carved the preferences of the relatives, and wrote to send it, and something to buy. The stores in this store are sold, the fields are out, and they can take the ceremony, but Liu Jia Ben is in front of the official, should still need some military and battlefield protection things?
Cui Wei heard the horse riding and weapon in Wang Jia, and saw the soldiers of Xingtun's right to wear fat, cotton and leather. Their ordinary people can't buy orders casually, I am afraid it is not convenient to buy steel, but the family is exactly cotton, you can send some cotton, and the cowhide gives them soft armor.
The gift list was filled with a piece of paper. From the daily food, burning, clothing, cotton, leather, wrote to the "six-talent three countries" and a variety of pictures, all written. See what I didn't think of it, I stopped and asked Liu Zhuang head: "Is these not enough?"
Liu Zhuang head took over and saw it, shaking his head: "This is too much, however, there is a foreign child to send such something to the family. We ... Liu Jia is not missing this, old thousand, old lady. Just thinking of you outside, you are happy to write a letter to the past. "
If he can go to a trip, it is a few young and a few grandfather, and the grandmother looks at it, I am afraid Liu Jiaji is too happy.
He also knows that Cui Wei is in the middle of his life, and it is necessary to take the inconvenience of action, and a few youngest sister who have not growing. At this time, it is impossible to take the side, but I can't help but sigh: " The son has a good family, so good, if you can ask them to see it, do you like it? "
Liu Zhuang Head said this is a bit too real. I like it, I like it, I don't like it with Cui.
He touched his own face, and a heart painted a self-portrait, he sent a self-portrait, but suddenly took a thought: Liu Jia really wants to see his portrait, but the daughter who was married at the beginning?
He is aware of a circle, and he asked: "You remember ... The old man in your home, what is the mother of my mother? I want to listen to them."
Liu Zhuang headed down: "Remember! At the beginning, my wife was serving a lady to comb, she now mentioned her home from time to time, and I have to cry. ... She also came in with me to give the son, the son is important, I will call her! "
His promotion of Cui's family is intended to see Cui Wei, which is brought about by Liu Jia with a house. Cui Wei called them to sit on the hall, narrative, and then left Liu Zhuang's wife, and asked her the appearance of Mrs. Liu.
She is a boy, and the two have been with a few years. Nowadays, the sound smile is still like: "The lady is a small drum, the cheekbone is in the meat, the show is angry, The eyebrow is born is a pair of small hills, thin and bends, and the eyes are bright, and the eyes are turned to flow. "
Cui had to interrupted her artistic state of expression, the table was obliquely supported by the wooden board as an easel, one side of the semi-image composition, one side asked: "The mother is a round face, the goose face is still a melon face? The nose is tall? Nose is a circle The pointer, the two nose wides are not wide? Is the eyes are big or small? Single eyelids or double eyelids? What is the lips do not make up make up ... "
His name is Liu Wei to sit by himself, correct the wrong place at any time, and have a problem with the steamed steamed head.
This pencil is soft, the pen is faster, he draws a few pens, take a small knife, and the pen cut into a slightly flat trapezoid, and it can pull out the thick and different lines.
Painted to the middle, the facial features and eyes, the contour of the nose, slightly hit the shadow of the eyebrows, the shadow of the nose, this portrait has already seen Xiao Zhi's life.
Liu Hao looked at him to draw the girl in his memory. Suddenly stunned: "The son is how to paint, how can I say a few words can paint the sophisticated picture, is not the same? The Buddha Bodhisattva pals you filial piety, and you can draw her like her. "
Cui Wei did not want to engage in this feudal superstition, shake his head: "Which person is not a nose two eyes, it is a small difference, which is not all like that. I have never seen my mother, but from small I think about her, I have already planted countless five officials in my heart. Nowadays, some of the kinds of some of the kinds of things I came out, I naturally easily painted. "
He just invented the pencil, not too radical to push the sketch technology completely, stopped his hand, and asked Her bones, muscles, and habit of makeup, handful, ready to go back Line colors, put in the ceremony to send Liujia.
The two said that they gave a gift to the woman, and Cui Wei opened the painting paper to add a few, holding a gift order and painting with her, thank you: "Thanks to Liu Yu to tell me these, I can draw I came out. This time I have to live Liu Zhuang head for me to run Yulin, tired, you are in a home, it is my destruction you. I am looking back, I will ask someone to give you a lot of money. "
Liu Wei waved, "scare": "How to dare to give a gift! I can see the portrait of the lady, it is already a blessing of the past, if you want to reward, you will look at this man and look at this Painting. "
Cui Wei smiled: "Waiting for the painting and give him a good time. It's not too early, you will go to rest, and I will go home tomorrow."
After sending the family to go back, he returned to the room and put the sketch and continued to be completed by Liu Wei's prompt. Then the design composition is designed, and a lot of Mrs. Liu stands with a child standing in the flower stone.
The child is natural is Xiao Cui.
Cui Wei took a self-portrait of the mirror, but deliberately put the face more round, the eyes were slightly painted, and the proportion of the body was left around, which is a proportion of a 134-year-old boy.
This portrait is better than that of him, but it may not be entirely like Liu, but in Daming, it should be a photo of a real version. I hope that Liu's second old and elders see this portrait can be a bit comfort, not to miss the daughter and the granddaughter.
And his home, also finally has a portrait of Liu Dai, which is born.
Cui said quietly, rolled up the color map, found a paper cartridge with a reel, and tied oil paper, and carefully received the cabinet.
Taking these, he changed clothes and went out to host the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet of Cui's Family.
Although this is a small male and female owner and a young master, the Mid-Autumn Festival is also going to take.
Mr. Lu is also intended to be in his house. His north drifting in Beijing Cutao, has not been in the case, and it has followed Cui's family in the past few years. This year, because of Cui's participation, this family has a woman who is a woman. He is not twisted, and the sorry is looking for a place to eat in the same year of the north. It is back from the outside.
He is not there, the family is really old young woman. Even the big brother of the top households did not have a crown, according to the traditional meaning of adulthood. Although Mr. Song is a widow, it is also three or forty, and it is very old, and it is a rare festive season. It is also a seat with them.
Cui's old man also came to the yard, how many years have been enjoying the moon outside.
Cui Wei took people moved to the paper screen, and was specialized to him in the yard, and the big paper cabinet was on the shelves. The top is confused with the most thin cotton paper immersed oil paper, and there is a shell milling light, and it is bright and convenient.
The paper is thin, like transparent, and the wind does not hinder the scenery, and look at the moonlight.
Although their family did not prepare silk bamboo, the neighbors of the next door were blown, and the breeze sent the music to pass the wall, and there is no charm.
The old woman accounted for a pavilion alone, and others sat in his head. The old lady is sitting with brother, and Mr. Song is sitting in the head, Cui Wei and Yunjie two people accompany the table in the middle.
Even the few sorrows are also open, and they will eat the moon, and they have a bit more popular in the yard.
The main table is swatched, six-, six-point scene, there is a fish with a cock with a crab, and there is a mussel, ham, shark fins, etc. There are a lot of dry goods to be sent by Xie Jia, which is better than in previous years, and the wine is also steamed with a variety of alcohol wine, and the taste is clear.
Mr. Song couldn't help but praise: "It was originally used to eat alcohol in Zhangjia, and there was no such taste. The things of your house were different."
Yunjie quickly got up to give somewhere, this one is a fragrant fan, drawing a very fine eyebrow, also called the light. Cui Wei is sitting on the table, seeing her painted a bit wide, but the eyes and big dark circles, can't help but ask: "Do you go to learn new makeup with our neighbors?"
Yunjie raised his hand and touched his face. He looked down. Some shyly said: "This is not a sister, and often sister, and today, Mr. Zhang, who went to the brother, Zhang Mr. Zhang, Zhang Jia My sister gives me. This eyeliner has heard that Jin Rongtang's new thing is very difficult, or she is still looking for her brother. "
Zhang girl is really technical personnel, this eyeliner has come up for a few days, she can draw some people!
Yunjie said so, shouldn't you also want it?
Anyway, it is your own thing, and it is a pure Chinese herbal condition. Don't hurt the skin. Cui Wei will give her a few boxes to give her a few boxes. Positioning his sister, and ranked with Mr. Song police: "My sister is old, I don't know things, I only know that I will play, I will see Mr. Good life."
Mr. Song smiled, "Yunjie is also a steady and sensible child, the big master doesn't have to worry. I can teach and try to ask her to learn some ceremonies, read some poems, more people, see the world. "
Cui Wei did not understand how the girl would teach. I only looked at the sister's singer. I was better than usual. I didn't think that the gentleman taught it, and the road was taken: "Then I have to worry about it. Our family is in this situation, she has no good friend's home, and the little age is inevitably lonely. "
Mr. Song said: "I am a widow. I am not satisfied with people who don't know. Fortunately, I am still familiar with Zhang Jia. Her daughter is in the same way as if it is like, and it is also a place. In the future or If you have a chance to accompany your sister, you don't know if you don't know. "
Cui Wei smiled: "It is also a good thing. Just a small family, the old lady is not good, if someone is coming, please ask for help."
Mr. Song said: "I know that the son is difficult, I only hope that the son is ready to be friends, this is a look."
Cui Wei is a candidate, but unfortunately can't open it, I only laughed and said, "My family is also seen. I have a big brother, I always have to support my younger and sister. I can't always be a pro, I will dig empty the industry in my home, and they are not falling? "
He smiled slightly, smiled and annoyed, and I didn't know what happened. Mr. Song knows that he has a bitterness in this, "I am older, I am not afraid to say you - maybe you are just the fate, you can naturally become a pro, you have nothing to do. People who are willing to be with you. "
Well, there is already one.
After dinner, the women were in the court, and Cui Wei also sat on a rockery on a rockery and looked at the moon and quietly slammed the song.
Can't be a pro, can you not meet? Inside the palace wall, isn't it a commemoade?