Chapter 1069： For the old not respect!

Ye Gongguan is the residence of Ye Gong. Although Ye Zanghua has always lived in Yegongguan, on weekdays, the guests are either in the company or in the villa under his name, never bringing guests home.

As for Ye Gong.

He is very old, and he can go to three appointments a year, even if he is in a state of flux. And basically they all meet secretly, and outsiders don't know.

Therefore, for Ye Gongguan, the business district in Beijing is basically a forbidden place, and it is also a holy place. Who is eligible to come in for a pilgrimage. It is more honorable to have dinner at the same table as the giant Lin Chaotian.

This is already Xiao Zheng’s second visit.

In fact, in addition to Lin Huayin, Ye Jia did not have a second person to lead people home.

Is this not an innate advantage? The horror of the first thousand gold?

The white BMW drove straight in and stopped in the yard. Before I opened the door, Xiao Zheng saw a pair of handsome men and women standing in the doorway through the windshield. Waving at him.

It is Ye Zanghua and his child raising. Tang Yue.

Speaking of this Tang Yue, the Lin Huayin, which rarely evaluates others, is highly praised. It seems to recognize this aunt. Of course, from the perspective of Xiao Zheng. Tang Yue, who has strong ability and good deeds, is really not picky. Even if you are nitpicking, you can't find too much trouble.

"Greater!" Ye Zanghua laughed and cuddled with the expressionless Lin Huayin. But the latter was severely rejected.

"Go away." Lin painted sounds cold.

Ye Zanghua ate a closed door, but did not care. Turning to Xiao Zheng’s shoulder, he smiled and said: “The old man has been chanting you several times recently. He will accompany him for two more drinks.”

Xiao Zheng smiled and nodded: "I also miss Ye Gong."

Ye Zanghua turned a blank eye and grinned: "I don't know if your kid is true or false. But since you know the father, why don't you use it more? Even if you go to the Ye Gongguan for a few trips, it can also have a good effect. ""

Xiao Zheng said very relaxedly: "I want to come, but Lao Lin does not bring it. I am always embarrassed to run over to eat rice. You also know that I have a bad reputation outside, if you are brazen enough to put your old Ye family's soft rice. I also ate it. How do you show up in the future?"

"Haha. Your kid is getting more and more interesting." Ye Zanghua patted Xiao Zheng's shoulder and looked at Tang Yue. "How? Is there my style of the year?"

Tang Yue smiled and said: "It is much stronger than you were."

"..."

A group of people entered the house. Xiao Zheng and Ye Zang Lai walked and talked. Tang Yue is responsible for the reception of Lin Yin. The same is a strong woman, there must be more common topics. In addition, Tang Yue is the child-raising of Ye Gong. Even if it is not as talented as Ye's mother and daughter. However, it is a well-known person. Acting as a military think tank for Ye Zanghua.

"You sit for a while, the master writes in the study." Tang Yue said, went to the kitchen to make tea. Ye Zanghua is pulling Xiao Zheng upstairs, going to watch the Ye Gong writing. Instead, the forest painting sound was left alone in the living room.

Ye Gongguan is not big, bypassing the screen on the second floor, Ye Zanghua led Xiao Zheng to Ye Gong study. As soon as he entered the house, Xiao Zheng smelled a strong book atmosphere. And the aroma of ink in the air.

Looking around, I saw Ye’s fair refutation of Fang Fang, and his expression was dignified. Do not stand by the foot, watch the breath. Ye Zanghua also stood very honestly, waiting for Ye Gong to finish a word.

After about three minutes of touching, Ye Gong put down the brush and glanced around. He shook his head very dissatisfied and waved to Zhao Zheng: "A Zheng, come over and see."

Xiao Zheng heard that Xu Bu went forward and smiled and said: "Hello, Ye Gong."

"My family doesn't have to be so polite." Ye Gong smiled and pointed to the eight characters on the rice paper.

The handwriting is through the back of the paper, and it is bold and bold. Such as the mountains, such as the top of the cliffs. The momentum is like a rainbow, and it is soaring. Looking at these eight words, it is full of blood and arrogance.

"Good word." There is no research on calligraphy, but Xiao Zheng, who is still quite good in pen writing, is very impressed. No wonder the brush is the quintessence of the country, and its life, will, and even the chest are incomparable. It is also difficult to jump on paper.

"The word is good. After writing for half a lifetime, I finally got a hand." Ye Gong smiled slightly. Then asked. "But what do you think about this word?"

On the rice paper is such eight words: cherish the time and gossip.

Xiao Zheng stared at the eyes and said: "Not very good."

"Oh?" Ye Gong smiled, and Xiao Zheng’s evaluation was not unexpected, just asked with a smile. "Where is it bad?"

"The whole is not good." Xiao Zheng said slowly.

Ye Zanghua joked: "Azhen, the old man is a calligraphy and painting, saying that it is not an exaggeration of the word. So far, Zhongnanhai has retained two calligraphy of the father."

Xiao Zheng smiled and said: "There is no problem with words. The atmosphere is majestic, it makes people bloody. The sentence is no problem, easy to understand. But there is a warning. It is not a bad sentence, with Ye Gong's vigorous calligraphy. It doesn't look real."

Suddenly, Xiao Zheng continued: "The unrestrained party representative Xin Qiji Su Shi will not use the soft and beautiful fonts to sway their works. Li Qingzhao will not write her sadness and sadness with the wild grass. Otherwise, they will also become It’s not the age of the people. The word is like a person, like its heart. This is the truth."

Ye Zanghua seems to understand, but Ye Gong said with a smile: "Azhen. These days are gone, you have grown a lot. Yes. I want to use this word for one heart and one mind. What can be written is not satisfactory."

After all, Ye Gong grabbed the rice paper under the stage and smashed it into a ball: "Failure."

Xiao Zheng smiled bitterly: "According to Ye Shu, you have lost at least a million."

"Don't listen to him nonsense." Ye Gong took Xiao Zheng out of the study. "There are more Chinese calligraphy people. I am only amateur writers at best. There is no chance to enter the room in this life."

Xiao Zheng was dumbfounded. The more people become famous, the more they are worthy, the more they are. This point Xiao Zheng has studied from Ye Gong. Extremely used.

Going downstairs, Ye Gong walked slowly to Lin Linyin, jokingly said: "Shantou. To the logistics, the grandfather has gone from bad to worse in the past few years. You can take a look at it. Don't wait until the child wants to raise and wait."

"The whole day is nonsense." Lin's painting sounds slightly frowning. "You will put a big slogan again, I will not come later."

"Don't. Grandpa is just a joke with you. What are you doing so?" Ye Gongci smiled and sat next to Lin Linyin. "Shantou. We are old and thin, and my family is not very good. Your grandfather can point you to carry forward."

The words are profound, but they are also very important.

In the discourse, there is a feeling that makes Lin's paintings very unnatural. Make her pretty face red and her eyes flashing. Don't go too far: "I don't respect the old."