He Changzai was sitting at the table in the living room with the middle-aged man, and the more he looked at He Changzai, the more he liked it, and said to Zhan Zilin on the side:

"Daughter, yes, you really found me a talented son-in-law!"

Zhan Zilin thought to himself that his father was so happy, he must have been painting in front of him, and said:

"Dad, you don't know that a painting can be sold for 200 million on the Internet!"

The middle-aged man looked at He Changzai and said with a look of relief:

"Always here, with you, my Zilin doesn't have to work so hard in her career...... I don't know where you work!"

He Changzai said indifferently: "Farming in the countryside, painting is just a hobby, I only occasionally paint a few glamorous paintings, and I don't often use my brush!"

The middle-aged man said with a look of surprise on his face:

"Chang Zai, the calligraphy and painting you just now is not an idle cloud and wild crane, does it give people a feeling of lofty ambition when you look at it, how can you paint glamorous paintings!"

He Changzai glanced at Zhan Zilin and said meaningfully:

"A beautiful woman is a man, who doesn't like it, ambition is too empty, there are many laypeople in the world, only by painting glamorous paintings, can people feel full of fun!"

The middle-aged man savored what He Chang was saying, comprehended it, and exclaimed:

"Generally, talented people are self-sustaining and high-minded, but I didn't expect you to live so transparently, it's really commendable...... I wonder if you can paint a beautiful picture for me!"

He Changzai frowned slightly, scratched his head, and said:

"Mr. Zhan, if you look at the beautiful paintings, Mrs. Ling won't be angry!"

The middle-aged man said: "It's just a painting, what kind of child is she angry about...... By the way, don't talk about Mr. Zhan in the future, I agreed to the matter between you and Zilin, and I will call you father-in-law in the future!"

He Changzai smiled indifferently and did not speak.

After Zhan Zilin heard his father's words, his face showed a hint of joy.

Immediately, the middle-aged man dragged He Changzai into the study.

At this time, the kind-faced woman walked out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings, and she asked Zhan Zilin:

"Is your dad always there?"

Zhan Zilin replied: "Dad asked Chang to draw for him!"

The woman with a kind face said: "What kind of painting, you can't finish eating dumplings and then paint ...... I'll call them!"

Zhan Zilin grabbed the woman with a kind face and said:

"It's not good to be disturbed when you're constantly drawing!"

The kind-faced woman stopped and asked Zhan Zilin:

"Zilin, where have you and Chang Zai developed, look at your classmates, some of their children are in the first grade, and you are not too young, you have to hurry up on this matter!"

Zhan Zilin frowned slightly, and said:

"Mom, you don't have to have such a big heart, I'll talk about this later, I'll talk about it later!"

The woman with a kind face said: "Zilin, you are also old, I can't control you anymore, anyway, you can just have a snack on this matter!"

Zhan Zilin groaned: "Eh, I know, I know!"

......

In the study, He Chang poured a little ink into the inkstone, studied it with an ink strip, thought slightly, dipped the pen in ink, and began to paint.

The middle-aged man looked at the rice paper, accompanied by He Chang's flowing brushstrokes, he saw a small courtyard, next to a brilliant peach tree, plump, with a huge chest, holding up her clothes, a pair of red phoenix eyes, and a face like a peach blossom woman looked at a book in her hand outside the door, and the scene of a scholar hiding her face and smiling lightly appeared on the paper.

The scholar's eyes saw the woman, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes, but he valued the book in his hand and disagreed with the woman.

He Changzai's pen did not stop, he dipped a little ink, and continued to draw a second scene on rice paper.

The next scene is the top student in high school, hanging with big red flowers, riding a high-headed horse to revisit his hometown.

It's a pity that when he looked into the courtyard, the brilliant peach tree was still there, but the woman who was laughing at him was gone.

After He Chang finished painting, he put the brush on the inkstone and said to the middle-aged man:

"Father-in-law, think I'm okay with my drawing!"

The middle-aged man smiled brightly and said: "The two scenes are telling the choice of a person's life, gain and loss, wonderful, simply wonderful...... It's a pity that there are no words, and this painting looks a little monotonous!"

He Chang was holding a pen and dipping it in ink, and he wrote on rice paper smoothly.

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

"Let's go, let's go eat dumplings together, that's it!"

He Changzai smiled indifferently, reached out and patted the middle-aged man's shoulder, turned around and walked towards the living room.

The middle-aged man stared at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, overjoyed, and stood still, unable to bear to leave.

He Changzai walked to the living room and sat down.

The kind-faced woman took the plate and said to He Changzai:

"Chang is here, this dumpling is cold, I'll go and heat it up for you again!"

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"Don't bother, just eat it cold!"

"Chang Zai, the first time you come to my house, how can I let you eat cold dumplings!"

The kind-faced woman said a word and walked towards the kitchen with the dumplings.

"Little brother, you wait here, I'll go upstairs and get something!"

Zhan Zilin said a word, got up and walked upstairs.

After a while, the kind-faced woman brought the dumplings to the table.

He Changzai was not polite, picked up the chopsticks, and ate them.

Immediately afterwards, Zhan Zilin walked down from upstairs with a guqin in his arms, came to He Chang's side, stretched out his hand and handed it to him:

"Chang Zai, you are a master in the world, you should be able to play the piano, hurry up and play a song for my mother!"

When the kind-faced woman saw her daughter take out her beloved guqin, there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes, and she said:

"I'm often eating dumplings, what kind of piano does he play...... The guqin is generally played by women, and a few men can play it!"

He Changzai put down the chopsticks, sat upright, took the piano from Zhan Zilin's hand, and played it.

All of a sudden, quiet, remote, and the murmuring sound of the piano came out, and the aftermath lingered and endless, washing people's hearts.

The kind-faced woman listened to the sound of the piano with a look of shock on her face and an expression of disbelief.

She has been playing the piano since she was a child, but she has never heard such a far-reaching and moving piano sound.

Zhan Zilin looked at the surprised expression on his mother's face, and couldn't help but smile, thinking that He Changzai was really amazing, and in a short period of time, he conquered his parents.

He Chang played the song and returned the piano to Zhan Zilin, sighing:

"The benevolent person is happy with the mountain, the wise man is happy with the water, the goodness is like water, the water conservancy is indisputable, only with a normal heart, can we play this song of flowing water!"

After the kind-faced woman was stunned, she looked at He Changzai's gaze and looked up, with a bright smile on her face, and she was happy for her daughter from the bottom of her heart, and said:

"Chang Zai, I didn't expect your piano skills to be so superb, it can be said to be extraordinary...... Eat dumplings quickly, or I'll go and heat it up again, since you're here, stay at my house for a few more days, don't leave!"

He Changzai said indifferently: "No need to be hot, I'm already full...... As for staying for a day or two, it's not good if it's a long day, and there is still a big mess of things for me to deal with at the foot of Nanshan!"

"Mom, I'm not hungry, I'm going to my room with Chang Zai!"

Zhan Zilin said a word, hugged the qin, and pulled He Changzai to walk upstairs.