blue shirt oath

Chapter 147

Song Guichen is so old, he has never seen his master so impatiently.

Except the last time when she was still in Duan Xiaochen's body, she secretly went to see the master's jade hairpin in the master's room.

In addition to this time, Master was angry for the second time in so many years.

Song Guichen didn't have the mood to eat immediately, he put down his chopsticks in a dispirited manner, and looked at the old man Zhen who was devouring.

The master was angry, but the old man was not affected at all, and he ate even more deliciously.

No matter what happened between the master and the old man Zhen, Song Guichen must be on the side of the master, and it must be something this unreliable old man did that made the master worry.

Otherwise, a person who can see openly like Master would not be so indifferent to him.

Song Guichen asked seriously: "Old man, did you do something to hurt my master?"

"puff!"

Old man Zhen sprayed rice again.

This time, it was really sprayed on the table full of delicacies.

Song Guichen frowned in distaste, Old Man Zhen laughed and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I can finish my meal, I can finish it, I won't waste it."

His appearance made Song Guichen affirm the thoughts in his heart even more.

Poor master, there is such an unreliable master.

It was so miserable.

"Old man, tell the truth, have you offended my master?"

"You girl, it's so unreasonable. The old man is old, what are you doing to offend your master?"

"Don't give me a sloppy eye, you must have done too much, and my master will treat you coldly."

Hearing this, the old man was thinking about something, chewing the food in his mouth slowly, the delicious food seemed to have lost its taste.

After a long time, old man Zhen said: "Maybe, it's my fault."

"You were with master and apprentice, what happened to make you so strangers?"

Old man Zhen looked at Song Guichen and smiled gratifiedly: "That kid Jun Fu is lucky to have you as his apprentice."

Hearing this, Song Guichen said silently: I am lucky to have a master.

"This is a grievance between the old man and him, so don't worry about it." Old man Zhen changed his usual grin and smile, and became serious and serious, "Sometimes, the more you know about the past, the less beneficial it is for you." present and future."

After saying this, no matter how Song Guichen asked, he insisted on not saying another word.

The master kept his mouth shut, and old man Zhen half-spoken.

It is so hanging that people can't get up and down, if it's another person, being hung up like this, it's uncomfortable like a cat's paw.

Fortunately, Song Guichen was calm.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, he simply didn't ask.

People are alive, who doesn't have a few stories?

She thought of Du Qingshan, when he was a weak crown, his family was wiped out, and only he and his younger brother, whose whereabouts are still unknown, are left in the whole family. The past is clearly visible, and the pain is bound to be more unforgettable.

He is actually such a smiley person.

Since the first time we met, he has always been talking and laughing in front of me.

Thinking about it, Du Qingshan at the knees of his parents is a teenager with a brighter smile.

Song Guichen felt a dull pain in his heart, only felt that he had only parted with him yesterday, and now he was starting to miss him.

Thinking of the charming kiss last night, Song Guichen's mouth twitched, and then he remembered what spring he was thinking about in broad daylight!He quickly shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind.

After the old man Zhen finished his breakfast, Song Guichen packed up the dishes and went back to the kitchen, made another porridge and came outside Lin Bu's study door: "Master, you don't eat much breakfast, Xiaochen prepared something for you A bowl of porridge, master, would you like to drink some while it's hot?"

Lin Bu said: "Xiao Chen has a heart."

Master was painting plum blossoms, Song Guichen quietly put the porridge on the table beside him, and stood quietly watching the master painting.

The master works in running script, his calligraphy is thin and vigorous, and his brushwork is clear and vigorous; his poems are long and lonely, clear and distant, and he writes his own thoughts; he is better at painting things, especially good at painting landscapes, birds, animals, plants, trees and pavilions.

It's just that Master doesn't paint often, and even if he does paint, he throws it away just like making a poem.

Paintings are different from poems. When poems were thrown away, Song Guichen could still remember the poems and secretly recorded them, but paintings were thrown away. Helplessly watching a good painting being robbed.

For this reason, Song Guichen was heartbroken for a long time every time he saw the paintings that his master had discarded and could not be restored by all means.

That's why Song Guichen was overjoyed when seeing Master painting with brushes today, but at the same time felt a little bit of fear, fearing that Master would tear it up after he finished painting, so she hurriedly watched from the sidelines calmly.

When the master finished the painting, I asked the master to give it to me.

Lin Bu didn't chase her away, but continued to write and write. After a while, a plum forest slowly appeared in the mist and rain. To Song Guichen's surprise, there was a long-haired woman under the plum tree, and she saw her back , without seeing its face.

Putting down the pen, Lin Bu stared at the painting for a long time and sighed.

"Master, who is the woman in this painting?"

"Whatever you do, doesn't mean anything."

"Oh, master, can you give this painting to Xiaochen?"

Lin Bu laughed: "If Xiao Chen likes it, just take it."

"That's great, thank you, master." Song Guichen hurriedly rolled up the painting and carefully hugged it in his arms, "Then master, you can drink the porridge, just put the bowl and chopsticks away after you're finished, and Xiaochen will pick it up later."

As he spoke, he carried the painting back to the room, and after admiring the picture of a beautiful woman under a plum blossom for a long time, he rolled up the painting contentedly, and tiptoely removed the long tube on the top shelf from the tall bookshelf, and put the painting in it.

Speaking of beauties, Song Guichen thought of Du Qingshan again.That is the real beauty, if I can paint, I have to draw him into the painting, I have to look at him a few times every day!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing again.

I don't know what Du Qingshan is doing now?have you woken up?have you eaten?

He and Uncle Wu were in the Huxin Pavilion, neither of them knew how to cook, so they must have ordered meals from the Shocui Tower.

No, the food cooked by the cook of Shocui Building is also delicious.

Don't worry about it.

Song Guichen unfolded the drawing paper, ready to study the art of painting again.

The master's poems and paintings are superb, and as his disciple, I can't write well, so if I say it, it's really embarrassing to the master.

Although he is not good at painting, Song Guichen's paintings can still be seen barely.

Different from Lin Bu's freehand brushstrokes, what she draws is Du Qingshan's tender and sweet eyes, whose delicacy and realism, if anyone else is here, they will surely be overwhelmed.

After painting the eyes, Song Guichen couldn't write anymore.

Thinking of Du Qingshan's every frown and smile, she just felt that the beauty of Du Qingshan was really hard to reflect in the painting.

It's still the most pleasing to see with your own eyes, and the most sultry to touch with your own hands!
In this regard, Song Guichen has always been an activist.

Since you miss him, go see him.

　() Spring break begins, tomorrow I will sleep until I wake up naturally! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)