A little bit of time passed, and in a blink of an eye, five or six years had passed.

In the past few years, Cheng Hao participated in two imperial examinations in a row, but both were named Sun Shan, and his status as a Jinshi seemed to be far from him.

Gradually, the neighbors around me became acquainted with Cheng Hao, the tried-and-tested and downright man. People often come to sit in the grocery store and comment on Cheng Hao’s calligraphy paintings from time to time. The look of face.

After all, it’s Master Juren. Although it’s not a big deal in the capital, if it is placed in a county or town outside of the city, it is also a person with status. They are merchants who can become friends with a Juren. Proud thing.

That evening, after Cheng Hao and the shop owner had dinner, Cheng Hao painted as usual. The old man smiled and watched. Although the dim oil lamp was not bright, the shop was very warm and flat. Ease without any waves.

The old man's age is old, and his energy is not as good as he can go forward. After watching for a while, he got up and went to bed in his own room. Cheng Hao has long been accustomed to this and he is immersed in the painting. Eliminate the tried-and-tested sadness in his heart.

During the painting, a gust of wind bell came, and the door of the shop was pushed open. A little girl with a croissant braid, wearing a red dress and holding a wind chime in her hand, opened the door cautiously and leaned forward to take a look.

The little girl glanced at Cheng Hao timidly, but was quickly attracted by the scrolls on the surrounding walls, and said timidly: "Uncle, these are all drawn by you, so beautiful, can you give me one. Huh?"

Cheng Hao smiled, stopped the paintbrush in his hand, walked to the wall, and took up one of the paintings.

In this scroll, there is a golden Buddha, hovering in the starry sky, with hands folded together, emitting golden light, which seems to be the center of the universe, and the surrounding stars are all revolving around him.

"This is a big Buddha that my uncle often dreams of in his dreams. It is called the past Amitabha. Let me give it to you!"

The little girl didn’t understand the big Buddha in the painting, but the golden Buddha statue was very beautiful. After receiving the scroll, she smiled and said to Cheng Hao: “Thank you, uncle, I’m from the shop next door. My name is Lan Caier. !"

With that said, the girl hurried out of the shop and shouted loudly: "Daddy, mother, look at me, this is what my uncle gave to me."

Cheng Hao stood up, walked to the door, and saw a man and a woman in the opposite shop. The man smiled and picked up the girl. After receiving the picture scroll, his eyes lit up and he looked up at Cheng Hao. Come, hesitate for a while, walked up with the picture scroll, and said: "The kid is ignorant, brother, how much is this stuff?"

"It's just a painting. I painted it myself. My child likes it. Just keep it. It's not worth a few dollars!"

Cheng Hao smiled and waved his hand, and then asked, "Are you new here? Haven't you seen it before?"

"Yes, I just rented this shop yesterday to sell some cloth and do a little business!" The man smiled and nodded, "By the way, listen to the neighbors around you, brother, you are still a master, you can talk to It is our honor to be a neighbor!"

Cheng Hao couldn't help but shook his head, "What the master is not the master, it's just a meal, it's not worth mentioning!"

"Brother joked. As you are, if you leave the capital, you can definitely live a good life outside, but it seems that the younger brother has great ambitions in his heart. This is not a jinshi nor return home!"

"Hehe, where is the great ambition, but there are no relatives in my hometown for a long time, and where I live is the same, and I have been here for a long time, and I am too lazy to change places."

Having said that, Cheng Hao was somewhat distracted, waved his hand, and then walked towards the grocery store, "By the way, you just came, if you have anything you need to buy, you can come to the store to get it. They are all neighbors. It's not expensive. !"

"Okay, I am going to be a guest at your place!" The middle-aged man smiled heartily and walked toward his shop with his daughter in his arms.

...

Since this day, every time Cheng Hao takes a break to write and paint, there is another spectator in the shop.

In addition to the old man who is already a little uncomfortable to walk, there is also a little girl with horns and braids, like the most loyal fan, holding a pretty little cheek, and watching Cheng with unblinking eyes. Hao's every move.

Life is like clean water. Although it is plain and plain, it is stable and stable, without waves or surprises.

As the days passed, Cheng Hao once again landed in the imperial examinations, and still missed the chance to get a scholar. For this result, he had long been accustomed to it. Perhaps he was used to such a flat and stable life. He even faintly looked forward to it. It is best not to spend his life. Gold list title.

In the evening, Cheng Hao put down the paintbrush in his hand, and the rickety old man also got up and returned to the room. This point was the moment when Cai'er came over.

"Uncle, old man, I'm here to bring you food!"

Already ten years old, Lan Cai'er, who is more and more fluent, like a little adult, smiled and carried a wooden food box, stepped on small steps, and came to the grocery store in a few steps.

"Uncle, my parents went to buy the goods. Cai'er made today's rice by herself. It's a bit muddy, so you can just take it."

In recent years, Cai'er, the girl, has taken painting and calligraphy from Cheng Hao. Choosing a peach for a plum, Cai'er's parents would bring food to the two of them every time they arrived. This saved Cheng Hao a lot of trouble. He was very satisfied with this.

The three of them were sitting around the dinner table, eating and listening to Cai'er talking about her happy or unhappy things.

"Uncle, I'm only ten years old this year, and someone came to my house to propose a marriage, do you think they are sick?"

Cai'er was a little depressed, because every day he came to Cheng Hao to learn calligraphy and painting. After a long time, he also knew a lot of characters. Under the guidance of Cheng Hao, he was able to draw a few good pictures. The reputation of that talented girl spread throughout the suburbs of Beijing.

Because of this, some matchmakers eagerly started to come to propose marriage after Cai'er just turned ten this year. Although her parents sent many matchmakers on the grounds that the girl was too young, it seems that this trend will not stop in the future. Up.

"Haha, there is no way, the female college will be married, besides Cai'er is so beautiful, she is still a talented woman, who is not tempted by the young man?" Cheng Hao swallowed the rice in his mouth and laughed casually.

"Uncle...even you make fun of me!"

Lan Caier's face turned red, and then she looked at Cheng Hao curiously, a little hesitant, as if she wanted to say but didn't know how to speak.

"Just say whatever you want, and see if you are holding you back!" Looking at Cai'er's red face, Cheng Hao felt a little funny.

"Then I just said... Uncle, you are all thirty years old, why don't you have a family?"

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