Chapter 431

"Can't you see?" Instead of showing Zhan Caixian the book, the old man asked Ren 8000.

"Thank you." Ren 8000 happens to be interested in little Huang Wen in this world. There is no reason to refuse.

When the old man saw his promise, he smiled like a chrysanthemum: "he is a good man, much more sincere than those who clearly want it in their heart but say no."

All the people around are smiling. Is it good people who watch Little Huang Wen with you? Is it your brother who goes to the brothel with you?

Ren 8000 happily picked up the book and said politely, "thank you for sharing."

Let the old man laugh more happily, praised: "the little guy is nice, discerning and polite."

Others don't understand, but Ren 8000 does.

This kind of thing can only be understood by him.

Look at the major online forums. There are sprays everywhere. Any word will be sprayed bloody. Everyone is full of hostility. Only 1024 netizens are "thank you for sharing, landlord, good people, good people have a safe life...", and there is almost no hostility.

So, everyone is a good man.

"Then I'll take it away first? I'll return it to you later." Ren 8000 gestured with the book in his hand.

"If you like it, don't return it. I'll have a chance to return a new one in the future. Sword to hero and pink to beauty!" The old man is very atmospheric.

But Ren 8000 always felt something was wrong.

Sword to hero, pink to beauty, little Huang Wen to

Ren 8000 felt that he couldn't think about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was scolding himself. However, the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum in full bloom and gave himself a little yellow book. Why can't Lin qiaole scratch his face?

He arched his hand at the old man and let 8000 put the book in his arms with a speechless face.

"What's in the book? Let me see. Why can't women read it?" Lin qiaole came over and looked curious.

"You'll know in fifty years!" Ren 8000 said. After thinking about it, although Lin qiaole is OK, he may not be able to get married. He may have to live another 100 years.

After entering the village, I can see an old man basking in the sun and watering flowers in the yard from time to time, which is no different from the old lady in the village.

At least I saw a man with a pen on a table in the yard, squatting on a horse step, with the forearm of one hand in parallel with the table, and the brush in his hand sketching on the drawing paper from time to time.

This man's every move looks very powerful, which makes Ren 8000 feel that he is still a bit of a master.

After all, the people here are the older generation who survived the war. These experts are not all mud legs. It's not surprising that some of them are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Grandpa village head, what do you draw?" Zhan Caixian jumped into the yard with firewood in twos and threes.

"Painted mountain!" The old man said without looking up.

Zhan Caixian stretched his neck and took a look at the drawing paper. Then he turned his head and looked at the nearby mountain. He wondered, "this mountain is a little fat!"

"So majestic!"

"A little shorter?"

"This is accumulating momentum, which will break the sky one day!"

"Is this a mountain bag?"

"It's called looking at the mountain, not the mountain. You talk a lot, girl." The old man said angrily.

Although Ren 8000 didn't see what the old man drew, he also understood. It's not ordinary people to draw the mountain peaks that pierce the sky like a mountain bag.

I just feel that this man has style. He is a soul painter for a long time.

While thinking, he added: "soul painter!"

The old man had sharp ears. His eyes brightened when he heard this. He laughed and said, "this little guy is a man who knows the goods. The most important thing in painting is the soul, the meaning, not the form. Come on, little guy, come and have a look. I can see my painting only if I have eyes."

"The old man is a divine wheel. He is a little weaker than me." Lin qiaole timely added on one side, stretched out his hand and gestured, one hand facing the sky and one finger to the ground.

Ren 8000 thinks it probably means: the gap between heaven and earth. But what do you mean by saying weaker and making such a gesture.

"Little girl, what a big tone." The old man almost laughed angrily at her actions.

"Today, I don't have common sense. Little guy, come and have a look at my painting." The old man looked at her carefully and then asked Ren 8000 to find someone who can appreciate his paintings, which is much more important than fighting with others.

"Excuse me."

Ren 8000 finished talking and walked to the table with his hands behind his back. He looked very strange.

You're not a mountain bag.

You are clearly steamed bread. There is another side outline of steamed bread behind the steamed bread.

There is also a small stone painted on the steamed bread.

"How?" The old man said complacently.

"See the mountains horizontally and the peaks vertically!" This poem immediately popped out of Ren 8000's mind. From a certain point of view, it's not too much to say that there are ups and downs.

"Well said!" The old man laughed at the poem. "This poem matches my painting and fits the artistic conception."

"Is there another sentence?"

"The distance is different!"

"Good, good!" The old man laughed and wrote these two poems.

Ren 8000 felt that what the ancients said was wrong. Hooligans are not terrible. He is afraid that hooligans have culture!

In front of him is not only a cultural rogue, but also a cultural rogue of Shenlun level.

The little girl next to me passively looked at a picture of "looking at mountains horizontally and standing into peaks". She was still studying the mountains and peaks in this picture carefully!

The old man then put the brush aside, saw Zhan Caixian still holding firewood and said, "don't you send the firewood to Hu Qinghua? Isn't it tired to hold it?"

"Oh!" Zhan Caixian nodded quickly and seriously said to Ren 8000, "your poetry is very good." Then he ran out with firewood.

The old man stretched out his hand and rubbed his body twice. Then he looked up at Ren 8000 and asked, "the little guy is a member of our way. Good! Good! What does Yesanbo have to do with you?"

Ren 8000's mind began to turn when he heard this. Does the old man know people surnamed ye in the state of cloud? That's at least 70 years ago. If you live to this day, I'm afraid you're also an expert.

But I haven't heard of such a figure in Qingfeng city before.

Then the two may be the old generation masters, or the ancestors of the city Lord Qingfeng. Now they have long died.

Or the old man took advantage of himself. There are often such scenes on TV. If he climbed up the pole and said it was his ancestors, the old man immediately laughed three times, and then slapped himself to death.

After thinking about it, Ren 8000 said, "I've never heard of this person. I don't know where the elder learned it?"

The old man was silent for a moment before sighing: "so? I thought after seeing my old friend. Time is running, things are right and people are wrong!"

"Come in and talk." The old man waved and his spirits were much lower.

Ren 8000 thought he might have thought too much, but he was careful not to make a big mistake. After all, I am now in the hinterland of the enemy.

If you succeed, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

If someone sees through, I'm afraid I'll be pursued and killed.

The old man is a divine wheel. I don't know if there is a divine wheel in the village. If there are, plus a large number of old land wheel experts, Lin qiaole may not be able to run away with himself.