Mad Son-in-law

"Master, do you want to drive him out?" The old woman was observing her words, and seeing that Linghu Sanzhong's complexion was not good, she asked for instructions.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Linghu Third Middle School said faintly: "Forget it, young man, just say a few more words!" After all, he looked up at Wang Jie and said blankly: "You really dare to say it, you are not afraid. I blasted you out? Okay, don't disturb my mood, go and have a look in my garden."

Wang Jie had no choice but to leave the pavilion.

He secretly said in his heart that he was really an old man with a strange temper, and he was almost blasted out. It seems that there is no way to borrow this yard!

This yard is very large, with nearly a thousand peony peony plants and many varieties. There are no fewer than seven or eight species of peony, and there are more than twenty species of peony.

There is something in Wang Jie's heart, although the flowers are picturesque, but he doesn't want to enjoy it.

However, not far in front of King Peony, two arguing little girls attracted his attention.

The two little girls were both twelve and thirteen years old, one in a yellow dress and the other in a blue dress, each led by a woman.

"What do you know? The king of peony is the king of peony, grandpa said, thousands of red clouds are rotten, a hundred branches of crimson light up, and the dignity of peony is not comparable to peony!" Listen, the girl in the yellow dress is Linghu Granddaughter of the second middle school.

The little girl in the blue skirt raised her mouth slightly, and brushed the dewdrops on a peony in front of her and said, "The cousin said, but people have hobbies. I remember my grandfather also recites the poem. The lights are shimmering in the green cage, this peony seems to be warmer than the peony." Listen, this should be the granddaughter of the old man Linghu.

Wang Jie couldn't help but be a little interested. The two teenage children could even recite such an unfamiliar poem, and they followed other people on the sidelines to watch.

"Then this may really be related to birth!" The little girl in the yellow skirt smiled and said: "People in the wild, naturally love peony. But no one can deny that the king of flowers is not a false name. Only the true colors of peony, flowers It’s so bold that it moves the capital during the opening season. It is by no means comparable to the gaudy and vulgar mountains."

The girl in the blue dress leaned over and sniffed a peony that was about to bloom, and said, "Peony is a natural fragrance, but after all, it's just for the occasion. The woody flowers and plants need to be carefully taken care of. If they don't, they will die. Unlike this peony, it grows with the grass, and the soil will open. Spring things stop with the peony, wind and rain only greedy plums, and it is fragrant in spring and autumn. It seems that the peony is more beautiful!"

"The cousin is biased. Who said that peony sends spring, and peony is just for the occasion? Isn't there a cloud when the literary magnate of the Song Dynasty Wuqian? Light warm and light cold, but also peony blossoms, what is spring? It depends on the peony. !" The girl in the yellow skirt gave a meaningful smile.

Most people who don't understand think that the two are talking politely here, but those who understand know that the two little girls are talking, obviously they are playing swords and swords, vying for who is closer to the old man Linghu.

The little girl in the yellow dress relied on staying with her grandfather for longer, and was obviously more vigorous. This made the little girl in the blue dress unwilling to speak. At this time, a woman suddenly stood up and laughed: "The two little sisters are so talented, but since ancient times, the spring flowers are nothing but peony and peony. I think who is higher and lower is different. There is no need to fight for it. One or two, right!"

Wang Jie turned his head to look at the woman, a little lost in a moment. Pouring like a waterfall of green silk, Emei crooked crookedly, dripping cherry red lips, ice muscle like snowflakes, beautiful and exquisite, by no means ordinary rouge gouache. But you can't find the kind of pretentiousness of the aristocratic lady in her, and every smile seems to be natural, and she is inexplicably familiar.

This woman seemed to feel that someone was looking at herself again, and she couldn't help but glance at her, just in time to see Wang Jie.

Wang Jie was a little embarrassed and quickly looked away.

"There are good people, why are flowers unscrupulous?"

"Yes, Big Sister, I'm afraid it's going to make the mud again, today I have to divide it up and down."

Obviously, the two little girls were not satisfied with the woman's mediation.

The onlookers whispered. Obviously, the dispute between the two children is not just that simple. It is very likely that the dispute between the daughter-in-law and the sister-in-law is behind it. All of them clearly suspected of watching the excitement.

Wang Jie slowed his mind, and said faintly: "I have a poem that is pure joking, two little sisters might as well listen to it. This poem is called "Shuangjue": Linghu Immortal Shezhang Chi, it is very colorful. Guan Jiangshan. At the same time, the two beautiful women, do not distinguish between peony and peony."

Although the woman was kind enough to mediate just now, she subconsciously emphasized the difference between peony and peony, so naturally, the two girls would not be satisfied. And Wang Jie compared the peony and peony, comparing the granddaughter of Linghu Third Middle School to the two daughters of Chunshen. Since they are both the daughters of heaven, how can they be superior or inferior? Although it is a compliment, it is not unconventional. At the same time, the master Linghu is compared to an immortal, and it is also a reminder to all the onlookers to give the master face and not to gloat.

"Jumang? Who is Jumang!" the two little girls asked curiously.

"Jumang is the **** of spring, that is me! Haha!" I don't know when, Linghu No. 3 Middle School also arrived, and smiled kindly and said to the two girls: "This big brother is telling you that you are all my darlings. , The same beautiful, it would be too tacky if anyone is right or wrong."

The two little girls laughed after hearing this, and went to play together.

Linghu No. 3 Middle School got up and passed the gathered guests. Chao Wang Jie said with a slight smile: "Tibetan inscriptions on the chest, the ink is imaginary, and the belly is full of poems and books. That's a nice young man! The old man thought about it just now. That painting is still you. That's right, I am the one who stalks the tail."

Wang Jie felt cold in his heart, and he suddenly felt it over. He never expected that the old man who painted the sun was the one who painted the sun. Didn’t this beg the rain but smashed the Dragon King Temple...

"I just heard your master say that you have a lot of knowledge in Chinese painting, and even more than him. Are you interested, look at my paintings and give some pointers?" Wang Jiezheng felt hopeless, but he didn't expect the old man to suddenly invite himself to look at the paintings. . Look at Uncle Niu again, smiling slyly at himself in the distance. Obviously, this is the opportunity that Lao Niutou has for himself...

The old man Linghu led Wang Jie into the main room behind. Good fellow, the old man was still a big collector. There were not a hundred paintings in it. There were also 70 or 80 paintings. There are also great painters like Shen Zhou and Qiu Ying. Authentic.

However, the old man's own paintings on the opposite table are much inferior. The old man seemed to know his level very well, and he didn't hang on the wall at all.

"Boy, tell me, let's talk about the value of the eye, why is there such a big gap between my painting and the paintings on the wall?"

Wang Jie smiled and said, "Is it true?"

"Nonsense, why don't you come here?" the old man said stiffly.

Wang Jie blurted out: "You can only be regarded as basic skills, but the skills can only be said to be a mess."

The old man glared at Wang Jie, patted the table and said, "Go on!"

Wang Jie said in his heart, such a big temper, anyway, it's the same. If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!

"Just say one thing, it's the deadliest point!" Wang Jie said with a serious tone: "Does the old man know the language of'stone has three sides'? A stone has three sides and a tree has four branches, which means that when painting, the brushwork is divided into yin and yang. Only in this way can the object become three-dimensional. The painting stone is not suitable for square, square, or round. Round is not like natural stone, but it is not square or round..." Wang Jie said when he saw that the old man was a little confused. : "Come on, you will grind for me, and I will show you an example myself!"

"Me? Grind it for you?" Linghu Third Middle School thought he had heard it wrong!

Wang Jie said: "Ah, what's the matter? Can't it?"

Linghu Third Middle School nodded silently and said: "Yes, your kid is big-hearted, I have studied ink for you all my life!"

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No one knows what the old and the young are whispering in the room. Anyway, when it is approaching midday, the old man ran out excitedly, holding a picture, and asked, "Look, how about it?" Have you made a lot of progress? This kid has become a god, how do I feel that I have painted in vain in the past ten years..."

Wang Jie followed behind and smiled triumphantly. In fact, the old man's skill is long enough, but he lacks some tactics in his writing that should be light, thick and frustrating. This old man is usually stupid and conceited. Others either don't understand, or don't dare to make comments. Therefore, Wang Jielue's family has the feeling of making great achievements in an instant.

The old man showed off and ran back excitedly and said to Wang Ji: "Boy, you have helped me a lot, and it is considered the last special gift Yuncheng gave me. I am very happy. Tell me what you want, as long as the old man Yes, it will do."

Wang Jie was also direct and opened his mouth: "I want to live in your house for a week..."