Chapter 110

"Sir, drive him out?" Seeing that Linghu No. 3 middle school looked bad, the old woman asked for instructions.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Linghu No. 3 middle school said faintly, "forget it, young man, just say two more words!" After that, he looked up at Wang Jie and said expressionless, "you really dare to say, aren't you afraid I'll blow you out? All right, don't disturb my mood. Go and have a look in my garden. "

Wang Jie had no choice but to go out of the pavilion.

Secretly, he was really an old man with a strange temper. He was almost thrown out. It seems that there is no way to borrow this yard!

The yard is very large, with nearly 1000 peonies and many varieties. There are no less than seven or eight kinds of peonies, and more than 20 kinds of peonies.

Wang Jie has something in mind. Although the flowers are picturesque, he doesn't want to enjoy them.

However, not far in front of the peony king, two arguing little girls attracted his attention.

The two little girls are twelve or thirteen years old. One is wearing a yellow skirt and the other is wearing a blue skirt. Each is free and led by a woman.

"What do you know? The peony king is the peony king. Grandpa said, "a thousand pieces of chiyingxia are rotten, and a hundred branches are bright. The modesty of peony is not comparable to that of peony!" Listen, the girl in the yellow dress is the granddaughter of Linghu No. 2 middle school.

The little girl in the blue skirt raised her mouth gently, brushed the dew on a peony in front of her and said, "what my cousin said is, just, people have hobbies. I remember grandpa recited a poem. Haotai crazy incense has not met in the past, and the red light is shining. The peony seems to be warmer than the peony." Listen, this should be the granddaughter of old Linghu.

Wang Jie couldn't help but be interested. The two teenagers could recite such eccentric poems, so they followed others to watch.

"Then it may really have something to do with birth!" The little girl smiled and said, "people in the mountains naturally love peony. But no one can deny that the king of flowers is not in vain. Only the peony is really National. It moves the capital in the season of flowers. What a spirit it is. It is by no means comparable to the vulgarity of the mountains. "

The girl in the blue skirt leaned over and sniffed a peony that was about to fail and said, "the peony is a national fragrance, but it's just an occasion after all. The woody flower plants should be taken care of carefully. If there's nothing, they will die. Unlike this peony, it grows with the grass and the habitat soil opens. All spring affairs rest with the peony. The wind and rain only covet the ripeness of plums, which are fragrant for several years. It seems that peony is more beautiful! "

"Cousin, it's biased. Who says peony is just for the occasion? Are there clouds in the Song Dynasty? Light warmth and light cold, and peony flowering, what is spring? You have to see peonies! " The girl in the yellow dress smiled meaningfully.

What ordinary people don't understand is that they think they are talking politely here, but what they understand is that the two little girls are not talking. They are obviously dancing knives and swords to argue who is closer to old Linghu.

The little girl with yellow skirt stayed with her grandfather for a longer time and obviously won in momentum, which made the little girl with blue skirt unwilling and have to speak. At this time, suddenly a woman stood up and said with a smile: "the two little sisters are so talented. However, in the blooming spring flowers since ancient times, it's nothing more than peony and peony. I think the people who are high and low are different. There's no need to fight for one or two, right?"

Wang Jie turned to look at the woman and was a little distracted. The green silk falls like a waterfall, the crescent moon in Emei is curved, the dripping cherry lips are red, and the ice muscles are like snowflakes. It is beautiful and vulgar. It is by no means an ordinary Rouge powder. But you can't find a trace of affectation of the lady of the aristocratic family in her. Her eyes and smile seem natural, and she is inexplicably familiar.

The woman seemed to feel that someone was looking at herself again. She couldn't help glancing at Wang Jie.

Wang was a little embarrassed and quickly looked away.

"People have Bozhong, why do flowers have no good or bad?"

"Yes, elder sister, I'm afraid I'll be more gentle. I have to divide it today."

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

The onlookers whispered. Obviously, the debate between the two children is not so simple. It is likely to be the debate between their daughter-in-law and sister-in-law. It's clear that everyone has a suspicion of watching the excitement.

Wang robbed himself and said faintly, "I have a doggerel poem. It's just a joke. You two little sisters might as well listen to it. This poem is called "double Jue": make the fox fairy's house zhangchi, colorful and red, crown the rivers and mountains. At the same time, the sentence mang Shuangshu female, Mo distinguishes peony and peony. "

Although the woman had a good intention to mediate just now, she subconsciously stressed that peony and peony are high and low. Therefore, naturally, she will not satisfy the two girls. Wang Jie compared peony with peony and compared the granddaughters of Linghu No. 3 middle school to the two daughters of the spring God. Since they are both the beautiful daughters of heaven, how can they be higher or lower? Although it is a compliment, it is not vulgar. At the same time, it also compares the master Linghu to a fairy. It also reminds all the onlookers to give the master face and not gloat.

"Sentence mang? Who is it? " The two little girls asked curiously.

"Jumang is the God of spring, that is, me! Ha ha! " I don't know when Linghu No. 3 middle school also came to the front. With a kind smile, he said to the two girls, "this big brother is to tell you that you are all my babies. You are equally beautiful. If anyone has to be high or low, it's too tacky."

The two little girls laughed and went to play together.

Linghu No. 3 middle school got up, passed the gathered guests, smiled at Wang Jie and said, "the text and ink in the chest are as empty as a valley, and there is poetry and book in the stomach. The young man is good! Just now, I thought about it. You're right about that picture. I'm the one with the dog tail. "

Wang Jie's heart was cold. He immediately felt that it was over. Unexpectedly, it was the old man who painted the sun. This is not a failure to pray for rain but smashed the Dragon King temple

"Just now I heard from your master that you are quite proficient in traditional Chinese painting, which is even better than him. Are you interested in looking at my painting and pointing it out?" Wang jiezheng felt hopeless. Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly invited himself to see the painting. Look at Uncle Niu, smiling at himself in the distance. Obviously, this is an opportunity for the old bull to fight for himself

Old Linghu took Wang Jie into the back main room. Good guy, it turns out that the old man is still a big collector. There are not 100 paintings in it, but also 70 or 80 paintings. There is no lack of genuine works of great painters such as Shen Zhou and Qiu Ying.

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 didn't hang it on the wall at all.

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

Wang said with a smile, "really?"

"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 your skills can only be said to be a mess."

The old man glared at Wang, patted the table and said, "continue!"

Wang Jiexin said, what a big temper. Anyway, it's the same. If you don't succeed, you'll become benevolent!

"Just a little, and it's also the most deadly!" Wang Jie said positively, "do you know the language of 'stone has three sides'? The stone has three sides and the tree has four branches, which means that when painting, the strokes can be divided into yin and Yang and back. Only in this way can we create a three-dimensional sense of the object. The stone should not be square, square too board, nor round. The circle is not like the natural stone. The trick is between not square and not round... "Wang Jie saw that the old man was a little confused, so he simply said," come on, grind it for me, and I'll show you an example in person! "

"Me? Grind it for you? " Linghu No. 3 middle school thought he had heard wrong!

Wang said, "ah, what's the matter? Can't you? "

Linghu No. 3 middle school nodded silently and said, "yes, you have a big heart. I've studied ink for you all my life!"

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No one knows what the old and young are whispering in the room. Anyway, near noon, the old man ran out excitedly, held up a picture and asked, "look, how about it? Is there much progress? The boy is amazing. How do I feel that I have painted in vain in the past ten years... "

Wang Jie followed and smiled proudly. In fact, the old man's skill has long been enough, but he lacks some rules in writing. The old man is usually headstrong and conceited. Others either can't understand it, and those who understand it don't dare to put forward opinions. Therefore, at the instigation of Wang's strategist, he has the feeling of great progress in instant achievement.

The old man showed off, ran back and robbed the king excitedly: "boy, you helped me a lot, which can be regarded as the last special gift from Cloud City. I'm very happy. You can say what you want, as long as I have it. "

Wang Jie was also direct and said, "I want to live in your house for a week..."