Han Fan directly ignored Old Man Li's gaze.

I watched a thriller movie on my own.

This is a movie that Han Fan liked very much before, and the reason why he likes it is also very monotonous, that is, people are relatively good-looking.

It's similar to the feeling of an otaku god or goddess.

However, she is not too popular, and occasionally makes some small movies, and her popularity has not been long.

I looked at the synopsis on the movie.

Protagonist: Broken wooden house (played by Liu Feifei)

I was treated unfairly from an early age, all the way to high school. At this time, she met someone who really loved her, but she was secretly ...... by her classmates who had been targeting her.

Hiss!

This brief is a typical street fight.

But the fate of this heroine is too miserable, which wise director came up with it.

is such a good-looking girl, and she actually arranged such a salted fish script.

All in all, this little movie is pulling the crotch again.

The time is not very long, a little more than an hour, and Han Fan also saw the place where there was a heroine, so he skipped it directly.

What was supposed to be an hour-long movie was finished in half an hour.

Han Fan also left his opinion on the comic, such a powerful heroine, how good the acting skills in the movie are, how can she keep making this kind of movie.

"The script is really bad, the special effects are not good, and I was short of money to make a movie. ”

is a very direct comment, it is nothing more than that the economy is not in place, this is in place, even if it is a bad script in the world, I am afraid that it will be able to shoot something shocking.

After commenting.

The resentful gaze beside Han Fan floated over, and he also turned around, glanced at the old man, and looked directly at the tablet.

Han Fan looked at him with a smile on his face, not to mention, it's still quite fun to tease this old man.

The old man Li who was lying next to Han Fan at this moment even had the heart to die at this moment, if it weren't for his inconvenient legs and feet, he would have rushed over a long time ago.

It was too uncomfortable to know that this young man did not speak of faith and should not lend him his tablet.

Old man Li thought that only a few minutes would be enough at first, but more than half an hour had passed, and he had followed him to watch a bad drama for half an hour.

This is too far from his anti-small island country drama.

Seeing that he hadn't returned the tablet to him, Old Man Li couldn't help it.

"Young man, can you give me back the tablet? Old man Li asked, just now I thought he was a good young man, but now it seems that he is a bully, which is really hateful.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait. Han Fan nodded hurriedly, but still had no intention of returning.

Old man Li didn't speak again, just wait.

Ten minutes passed.

Old man Li looked at him and didn't want to give it to him, his face turned red with anger, and he had great grievances in his heart.

Just when Han Fan put the tablet on the bed.

Suddenly, a figure flashed quickly, and when I looked at it again, it was Old Man Li who got out of bed at some point, and immediately snatched the tablet over, hugged it in his arms, and looked at Han Fan vigilantly.

Good guy, isn't this old man Li sick?

At this rate, you can go to the senior marathon.

"Hmph, tell you not to give it to me!" Old man Li snorted, turned his head directly, and climbed directly onto his bed like a child, put the tablet in the quilt, turned sideways, and turned his back to Han Fan.

"It's really picky. Han Fan also muttered, but this old man Li was interesting when he arrived.

And Old Man Li ignored Han Fan, good guy, if it weren't for him, he would have watched more than half an hour of the anti-small island country drama.

The tablet was taken back by Old Man Li, and Han Fan also looked a little bored.

The phone was also smashed last night.

Look left and right, thinking if you want to find a nurse to talk to him for a while.

However, he also saw the things next to Old Man Li's bed and was surprised.

"Old man Li, are you still a painter?" asked Han Fan.

Old man Li, who was originally going to ignore Han Fan anymore, suddenly turned around and said proudly: "That's not it, I've been painting for more than 50 years, and now many of my paintings are in the collection, young man, are you interested in being a painter?"

Han Fan was also stunned for a moment, how could it be that when he mentioned this, Old Man Li was like a different person, it seemed that he really liked this.

Before he could say anything more, Old Man Li began to talk to himself.

"Back then, I went out to compete on behalf of the country and won a lot of honors for the country, but now, there are fewer and fewer people studying art, I am really too impetuous, and I don't have a heart to pursue art at all. Old man Li suddenly sighed, and then looked at Li Hanfan, the young man probably gave up art.

Then, he took out a painting from the side and stroked it gently.

Han Fan looked at him with a look on his face, and the old man Li who had just gambled on his anger was like two people.

At the moment, he is like a master.

Show off your paintings to Han Fan, how powerful.

"Alas, but you may not understand the meaning of this. Old man Li shook his head, and also laughed, talking so much to a descendant, he is also an old man.

"You're pretty good at that. Han Fan looked at the painting in Old Man Li's hand, the artistic conception was very depressed, in a snowy field, there was only one person standing at the corner of the cliff, looking at her appearance, it should be someone who had something to do with Old Man Li.

Han Fan was here, and he didn't see anyone to accompany this old man Li.

However, when Han Fan said this, Old Man Li was unhappy at that time, this painting he painted was obviously the peak, "Young man, what is not bad, this is the old man's proud work, now no one can surpass me!"

"That's it? Han Fan glanced at Old Man Li, so narcissistic, this painting has no intention of painting for passers-by.

"What do you mean by this?" Old man Li's face suddenly turned red, obviously he was very happy that Han Fan was blaspheming his paintings, and he glanced at Han Fan with disdain, and his tone was very unkind, "It seems that your painting skills are quite high?"

Not to mention anything else, at Han Fan's age, how can he paint any good works, which master has not spent most of his life, and there are very few works that can be passed down to future generations, these are all for a reason, art needs time to precipitate.

"If I compare to you, then I'm taller. Han Fan raised his eyebrows, looking very provocative.

"Then do you dare to compare with me?" Old man Li was also angry, provoking his own level, which was worse than insulting him.

"Hehe, what's not to dare to do, is there any bet?" Han Fan asked.

"Bet...... Bet?" Old man Li was also stunned, but after thinking about it, since it is a competition, of course, there is something to pay, this is a very equivalent thing.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Then I'll bet 10,000 yuan with you." ”

However, Han Fan was disgusted, what about the master, "10,000 yuan? ”

This 10,000 yuan is too little, at least one million, but Han Fan didn't say it.

Old man Li was taught a lesson by Han Fan, and his old face suddenly turned red, as a master, how could he talk about money and other mundane things with young juniors, and he was taught.

"Then you say, what do you want, as long as it's not too much. Old man Li glanced at Han Fan and asked, he couldn't think of anything else, so he simply let him decide.

This is also to let this young man understand what it means to have a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, and if you say it, you have to be responsible.

Han Fan also smiled, this old man was really serious, but he didn't have anything he wanted.

"Do you have anything that is more important to you?" Han Fan asked after thinking for a moment.

"Something important?" Old man Li lowered his head and thought for a while, there were too many, and what he insisted on saying was his name.

"I have the title of president of the Artists Association, do you want it?" Old man Li hesitated for a moment and said, for these artists, the title is very valuable, and the title of the president of the Artists Association is not comparable to ordinary things.

"Yes. Han Fan nodded, also knowing the importance of this.

Actually, I don't really need these things, but in the game, let the other party be positive.

Old man Li also took out some materials and placed them in front.

There are only two of them in the ward, and they are not afraid of being disturbed by others.

"Are you first or am I first?" asked Old Man Li.

Painting takes a lot of time.

"Then ........ ”

Before Han Fan could finish speaking, a voice was heard at the door.

At this time, the door of the ward was also pushed open.

"Grandpa!"

When Old Man Li heard this voice, he immediately put down the things in his hand, turned around, and was immediately overjoyed, his face was full of joy, "Oh, my baby granddaughter is here, let grandpa hug him." ”

Han Fan also turned his head and looked at the person at the door, obviously the old man's family came.

It seems that he still has family.

A couple, looking at it, is only about thirty, dressed very upper-class, obviously not low-level, and it is not the feeling of ordinary people.

The little girl held her mother's hand, with a cute pigtail on her head, her face was as cute as a porcelain doll, and she still had a lollipop in her mouth, which was cute.

Old man Li hugged little Lori and kissed her several times in a row.

"Grandpa, beard, tie. Little Lori frowned and said.

"Haha, grandpa forgot to shave. ”

"Then you kiss grandpa. ”

"Bah. ”

Xiao Lori did not hesitate at all, leaving a crystal saliva on Old Man Li's face.

"Dad, why did you get out of bed, didn't the doctor let you rest more?"

The man said with a reproachful expression, but he didn't feel a trace of displeasure in his voice, and at the same time placed the tonic in his hand on the table beside him.

"Hmph, old man, I'm tough, when is this coming? Old man Li snorted dissatisfied, and then looked at his precious granddaughter with a smile.

"Grandpa, please let me down, my painting has been praised by the teacher, you can come and see." Little Lori hurriedly said.

Old man Li also put the little Lori down.

Little Lori hurriedly put down her schoolbag, opened it, and took out a painting from it.

"Grandpa, Nuo, how do you see my drawing?" Little Lori looked at Old Man Li expectantly.

Old man Li touched the little Lori's head, and said with a smile: "It's worthy of my precious granddaughter, the painting is really good." ”

Han Fan glanced at it, and he was also amazed.

For a child, this painting is already a little ahead of her time, and it seems that she also has the talent to be a painter.

.......

"Dad, how are you feeling, are you still feeling unwell now?" said the man, peeling an apple.

"Okay, the doctor is too fussed, isn't it just that people are a little old, isn't this normal?" said Old Man Li shook his head.

"You don't have to come every once in a while, the company doesn't have a lot of things to do, your company has only been open for a long time, it is the time for you to go to the town, and you won't run to me in the future." ”

"It's okay, Dad, now the company is on the right track, there are no big problems. Li Mingcheng said with a smile.

A family of four chatted about warm homely things.

Han Fan looked at them with a look of envy, but quickly suppressed it, seeing that they were almost chatting, then smiled and said, "Old man, how are you thinking about this?"

Li Mingcheng was also very unhappy when he heard that the young man on the side actually called his father an old man, and he immediately became displeased, frowning, why is this young man so rude, don't you know how to respect the elders?

"Dad, who is this?"

Old man Li also shook his head and said, "This young man is going to compare paintings with me." ”

"What?"

Li Mingcheng was dumbfounded, this young man really didn't know what kind of character his father was, he was simply humiliating.

"Little brother, my dad has been painting for more than 50 years, and he has won many awards before, even if Van Gogh is resurrected, he is not necessarily his father's opponent, and now he is the president of the National Artists Association. Li Mingcheng said with a smile, I don't know if this young man is really powerful, or if he blows it.

He really couldn't find anyone who dared to compete with his father in this era.

Old man Li listened to his son's praise, and he also raised his head, and looked at Han Fan with a provocative expression, as if to say, young man, did you hear me, old man, I am so powerful, and it is too late to admit defeat now.

For Old Man Li himself, it is an honor for his paintings to enter the museum, there are many celebrities, and there are not many celebrities who can be remembered by future generations, and which one in the museum is not an antique, which one is not priceless, they are all national treasures, and their works can be put into it and are also recognized, and they may be real national treasures in the future.

Han Fan listened to Li Mingcheng's praise, his heart did not fluctuate at all, and he wanted to say, that's it?

But after all, he doesn't have a real title, and if he has a title, it is a title rewarded by the system, and others don't know.

"This doesn't scare me, just compare it to you, old man, are you sure you want to give me the title of president of the National Artists Association?" asked Han Fan.

Listening to his words, you know how meaningful this title is.

Even later on, there are great benefits.

However, these benefits, Han Fan can't look down on.

"What!" Li Mingcheng was taken aback, listening to Han Fan's words, his father was betting on such an important title.

"What's all the fuss, that's it, let me do it, I still feel like I'm losing. Han Fan waved his hand, he was telling the truth.

As far as his title of painting saint is concerned, he is at least the president of the World Artists Association.

"Okay, that's it. Old man Li also waved his hand, a title is just a title, if it is gone, there will be no more, anyway, he is also ready to find a descendant to inherit this title.

If he can really beat himself, there is no doubt that he has the quality to hold this title.

However, Li Mingcheng said: "My dad has already come up with such an important title, so what can you come up with? At least the same grade." ”

Han Fan also thought about it, if he really wanted to be able to take it out, it would only be mundane.

"I think it's good like this, young man, if you lose to the old man, stay with me for a month, how about pouring water for me every day?" Old man Li is sometimes lonely, and his children spend less and less time with him.

"Okay, no problem, then don't regret it. Han Fan smiled, although there was no real feeling, but this title should be quite good.

In the future, when I go out by myself, I go to some high-end art venues, which is also the capital that I can compare.

"Old man Li, you lend me tools. Lin Fan stretched out his hand and said.

This old man Li also really likes to paint, and he has been hospitalized, but the guy who eats is still with him, and he will not leave an inch.

However, Han Fan can also understand that for decades, things have long been inseparable.

For Old Man Li, these things are even more important than his life.

Old man Li looked at Han Fan asking him for his tools, and his face suddenly looked reluctant, even if he gave Han Fan a tablet before, he didn't twist it so much, but he still took it out, and now it would be a waste of time to let him buy it.

"Young man, you have to be lighter, these old fellows have been with me for a long time. ”

Old man Li told Han Fan very much, for fear that if he used his strength, he would directly break the paintbrush.

This is going to cost him his life.

Han Fan glanced at Old Man Li, didn't say anything more, squatted in front of the drawing board, to be honest, this canvas seemed a little small, not enough for him to show his strength thoroughly.

But it's enough to win Old Man Li.

Artists, for their part, are more adept at using their own stuff, after all, it takes a while to get something new, which is not something that can be done in a short period of time.

Ready.

Han Fan looked at the canvas.

The next moment, his whole body was focused on his eyes, and he had an indescribable aura permeating him.

The few people who originally belonged to the theater were stunned for a moment, and Old Man Li's eyes narrowed slightly.

This young man is not ordinary.