So she hid out of the window at night to secretly see how it was painted. I saw Tang Duan carrying a basin of ink, taking off his pants, dipping it in the basin, and then sitting on a piece of white paper, a butterfly came out.
The next day, the proprietress solemnly told Tang, "I don't want your butterfly anymore, you have to give me money!" " "
In the evening, the proprietress drew many paintings like him, but she couldn't sell them, so she found a wise man to show them. The wise man looked at them for a while and said, "Your butterfly is missing a tail."