Looking at the girl in front of him, he somehow has a familiar feeling. The story told by the painter is still in my ear:
According to legend, this picture scroll was painted by a talented painter. He devoted his life to painting this picture and hanging it indoors. He regards the woman in the painting as a confidante and confides in her every day, so his painting is quite aura.
Later, the painter died of illness, and the picture fell into the hands of a poor scholar. The scholar is brilliant, but he is always depressed. However, in the second year of this painting, he won the first prize. He told others that he could enter the painting at night and get the guidance of experts in painting, just like taking the imperial examination.
Everyone laughed at it and thought it was a joke, but a rich businessman listened and listened. He is extremely greedy and always rules one side. Later, another big armor rose and fought with him for several years. He always tries to annex it. When he heard about this painting, he wanted to enter it and ask the master for advice as a way to do business. So, the rich businessman hired someone to steal the picture scroll.
What happened later made people afraid of this picture.
After the rich merchant stole the picture scroll, he was in a good mood every day, as if he were proud of knowing the secret. He deliberately chose a good day, shut himself in his room at night, and let everyone wait outside for his good news. Before the good news came, everyone waited for this crazy businessman. His face was frightened, as if he had seen something terrible, and he stumbled out of the house and never came back. The picture scroll hanging on the wall is gone.
He stood in front of the painting, thinking about going into the picture, and stood there for a while. Nothing happened. He couldn't help laughing at himself. He must be cheating by selling little girl's movies. Just thinking about it, suddenly a cloud of smoke appeared in front of me. He stretched out his hand to try to disperse the fog, and suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ear:
"Remember to come back!"
Before he could think about the owner of the voice, he heard a clear bird song, which seemed to come from a distance. The song dispelled the dense fog and gradually became clear before his eyes.
The trees are full of flowers, birds are contending everywhere, fish are swimming in the stream, and colorful butterflies set off each other. He actually entered the painting! However, there are flowers, birds, fish and insects, but there is no girl in the picture.
Looking around, the stream gurgled and slowly flowed down from the mountain. There seems to be a family in the mountains, and the smoke is curling up. At the foot of a stone road, it winds into the distant castle peak.
Suddenly I heard the girl's laughter ringing like a silver bell, vaguely coming from the mountain. Guided by this laughter, he walked along the path to the distant castle peak. Passing through a farmland, he saw an old man working in the scorching sun. Suddenly, the old man shook and fell. He hurried over to help the old man sit up and looked at his chapped lips. He walked to the stream and scooped a handful of water with lotus leaves to feed the old man. The old man gradually recovered. He helped the old man home and his daughter came out to meet him. She is a very beautiful woman. The old man smiled and said, "Young man, thank you for saving my old man's life. May I betrothed my little girl to you?
"What he was about to say, my mind suddenly emerged a dialogue:
"Are you tempted? Is she as beautiful as me? "
"Of course not, you are a fairy, you are a fairy, and no one can compare with you!"
He shook his head, refused the old man and moved on. Was that an illusion?
Standing at the foot of the mountain, he looked up at the towering peaks. A house is looming halfway up the mountain, and the laughter like a silver bell rings again. He listened carefully for a while. The sound came from the mountain, so he walked up the mountain.
He walked for a while, and at a corner, he saw a pale yellow skirt. He couldn't help thinking it was her! I took a few quick steps and then turned around. Sure enough, a young girl stood on the edge of the cliff ahead, with her back to him, as if she felt someone behind her. The girl wanted to turn around, but she stepped on a loose stone and was about to fall off the cliff.
He rushed over and grabbed the girl's arm. Unexpectedly, the whole ground in that place began to loosen. He looked down and saw the girl's clear eyes. She didn't look flustered, with a smile in her eyes, and gently said to her, "Let go." He shook his head and pulled the girl up a little. Just then, the ground suddenly flashed, and he hurriedly pushed the girl in, but he fell off the cliff himself. Strangely, he is not afraid of this feeling of falling, and seems to be familiar with it. There is another voice:
"Fool, I can fly, which use you to save ..."
He opened his eyes and looked at the woman who looked at him with a smile in her eyes. It's her! She is the girl in that photo.
Looking around, this is a small and clean room. He looked out of the window. Outside the house, the stream is gurgling, flowers and plants are everywhere, cranes are walking with fish in their mouths, farmland is criss-crossing in the distance, and everyone is walking on clouds and watering the fields, which is a comfortable and peaceful scene, just like a fairyland. Here, it should be a cabin halfway up the mountain.
The girl saw that he was crazy and ignored him. She just stayed with him quietly. It was a long time before he lost his mind and said to the girl, "Here, I seem to have been here."
The girl said nothing and walked to a table. Then he went over and saw a calligraphy and painting on the desk, which seemed to be the scenery in this painting. The pen is engrossed, exquisite, and there are two poems next to it:
"In the era of fairy source, Yingying Yanyan was beside Linsen.
He thinks these two poems are familiar, and there should be the last two sentences. What are they? He looked at these two poems as if describing the world in the painting, and a complete poem gradually emerged in his mind. He subconsciously read out:
Suddenly, what he had forgotten for a long time became clear. Yes, he was a painter many years ago.
Everything around has turned into fog. The girl in front smiled and asked, So, would you like to stay with me?
His heart moved, but then he remembered the voice before the performance. The sly eyes of the little girl when she bought him a painting firmly said, the person in front said:
No, you are not her. She won't let me indulge in this again.
The fog cleared and the world emerged.
He stood in front of the girl selling paintings, smiling, just like in those days:
You're back. ...
At that time, he painted this scroll of flowers and birds, and at the same time fell in love with the girl in the painting, or felt his sincere affection. The scroll gradually became aura, allowing him to enter the painting with the girl, or bring the girl back to real life for a few days. In the long run, girls can already live in a world without scrolls, but painters yearn for the illusory world in paintings and frequently enter paintings. Later, his life was exhausted. Before he died, he regretted it and wrote.
She has been looking for the painter since he died. She draws people into her paintings, all of which are scenes she experienced with painters in the past. She knows that if the painter is reincarnated, she will definitely think of her, and she will also think of the agreement she once made, and she will no longer lust after the world in the painting. Irrelevant people, if they are good people, will help them fulfill their wishes conveniently, while those with evil thoughts will turn evil spirits into evil spirits and scare them away, which is also considered harmful to the people.
The girl in the picture scroll came down from the picture and looked at the handsome boy with a smile. She knows that her painter is back. ...