"What I'm saying is true, the value of this painting lies entirely in your poem, and this will be a good story in the future. Zhao Zhenkai said with a small smile. "No, I'll have to keep this painting myself, I'll draw another one for you. ”

"Mr. Zhao, you're polite. Yang Yunruo said with some embarrassment.

Zhao Zhenkai spread out another piece of rice paper next to the original painting, took a paperweight and pressed it, held the brush and groaned for a long time, and finally the tip of the pen fell lightly on the paper.

Everyone at the scene held their breath and quietly looked at Zhao Zhenkai who was splashing ink. No one even stepped forward to see what he wrote and painted, for fear that if he got closer, he would disturb Zhao Zhenkai's play. No one made a sound, and even if they had a cold and couldn't help coughing, they desperately covered their mouths and noses with their hands, making their bodies twitch constantly.

Zhao Zhenkai painted for a while, during which except for Yang Yunruo who went to the toilet twice, everyone else endured it politely, as if they were disrespectful to Zhao Zhenkai when they left for a while. In addition to Yang Yunruo, although he has the so-called gentleman, nobleman, and politeness in Yang Yunruo's memory in this life, he is the Yang Yunruo of the earth after all, and he has experienced more things, and he has more disdain for everything in his heart.

I don't know how long it was, when I was a little hungry. Zhao Zhenkai stopped his pen, took a long breath, and took out the seal he was carrying from his arms, and stamped his seal in the blank space in the corner. This is his private seal, which only those who value it more and are more familiar with it, and it is now used in this painting.

"Do you like to come and see?" Zhao Zhenkai beckoned Yang Yunruo to step forward to look at the painting.

A beautiful picture of colorful colors unfolded in front of Yang Yunruo's eyes, with stone green lotus leaves, rouge blooming lotus flowers, and silver-red flower buds. In a small boat in the rippling blue waves, a woman wearing a white thin curly graceful graceful fingers plucked the lotus canopy next to the boat. The whole picture scroll is like a fairy like a mist, just like a celestial fairy coming to earth. There is also a small poem in the upper left corner:

"The new makeup of the Yue girl appeared in the mirror, and she knew that she was more silent. When Qi is not enough, people are expensive, and a song of Ling Song is worth ten thousand gold. ”

"Hangcheng, for my dear friend Mr. Yang Yunruo. ”

"Ren Yin is a big and strong flower dynasty, and the Red Mountain monks stay. ”

Liu Tao looked at the beautiful scroll like a flower, looked at the inscription and read those words softly. I don't know how to draw, and I don't know what those words mean. But she has a sense that she is very tall. Almost all people are in awe of things or things that they don't understand, and things that are mysterious. The important thing is that Zhao Zhenkai is a friend to Yang Yunruo, and he is still a close friend. Liu Tao felt that just this cow was enough for Yang Yunruo to blow for a lifetime.

"Mr. Zhao, you're polite. Yang Yunruo gave him several looks, but Yang Yunruo didn't react, and Liu Tao had no choice but to thank Yang Yunruo politely. Holding Xiao Yang like this, Xiao Yang was overwhelmed with excitement. ”

"You're welcome, I'm not polite at all. After all, Zhao Zhenkai is a little old, and his long-term painting has made it look a little overwhelmed, and the main force next to him and Liu Tao stepped forward to support him.

"It's old, it's old. Zhao Zhenkai said with a smile: "Today's incident, we can also be regarded as a good story." I'm going to publish this matter in the "Poetry Magazine" next month, and I'm sure I'm envious of a bunch of old guys. Xiao Yang, you can sort out those poems, and I will bring them back to help you publish a book of poems, these treasures should be passed on. ”

"Mr. Zhao, you are too polite, how can I call it a treasure with this little clumsiness. Yang Yunruo said modestly, looking at Zhao Zhenkai's poem, there was always a feeling of familiarity, which seemed to match his own poem.

I was able to write the poem 'Makeup and bow my head to ask my husband' entirely because I had it in my extracurricular books in high school, and then there was a very motherly and wonderful classmate who used this poem to disgust many people. Anyone who sees a charming man leaning on top of you and asking, 'Bow your head and ask your husband, the depth of the thrush is not there,' will surely be a little creepy. As for the latter one, although the poet is more famous than the previous one, this poem is not as famous as the previous one. So Yang Yunruo didn't remember, but only vaguely had a vague impression.

It's just that he used his notebook to hand it to Zhao Zhenkai, and learned from Zhu Qingyu to use the bride as a metaphor for himself, to find true love as a metaphor for the groom, and to use his in-laws as a metaphor for the poems he copied, and copied this poem to ask Zhao Zhenkai. didn't think about it, Zhao Zhenkai also replied on the spot, and it was so appropriate.

"The new makeup of the Yue woman appeared in the mirror, and she knew that Mingyan was more silent. In the poem, Zhao Zhenkai compares Yang Yunruo to a beautiful Cailing girl who has been groomed and dressed up in Yuedi, and walked out of a clear and beautiful lake. In fact, he was praising Yang Yunruo for being too difficult and having good qualities, coupled with the hard work he learned, he was naturally 'beautiful and moving', telling Yang Yunruo not to worry, his poetry is very good and his writing is brilliant.

If Yang Yunruo remembered this poem written by Zhao Zhenkai, he would definitely wonder if Zhao Zhenkai was also a person who crossed over like himself.

It's just that Zhao Zhenkai is not, and the philology that can only be classified in each world is the same, and when the previous one is born, the next one will naturally follow.

"Deservedly, I have seen those beautiful verses from your codex, although some have not yet been formed, but they are already half-way, and some are just some prose sentences, but they also show a peerless style. If you can trust me, I'll help you put these poems together and publish them. Zhao Zhengkai said with a smile: "But the preface of your poetry collection can only be handed over to me to do." ”

"Definitely, definitely. Yang Yunruo held Zhao Zhenkai's hand and didn't speak, Liu Tao next to him had already hurriedly said. If he could get Zhao Zhenkai's help and support, Yun Yao's difficulties would be over, although it might be a little harder. Literature and art, literature and art, there is Yang Yunruo on the art side, Mu Leyao, a good person, and the text offended "Reading", all the well-known writers do not associate with Yun Yao, if they get the support of Zhao Zhenkai, they can be regarded as having half a text.

Yang Yunruo looked at Zhao Zhenkai, has his own road to rejuvenation come? In the past, I could always see that the protagonist knew a very powerful character when he was at the end of his life, and this big man was also discerning and never hesitated to help. I can be regarded as a traveler, and I can be regarded as a protagonist in a book, have you finally met your nobleman?Has the pace of getting promoted and raised, becoming CEO, marrying Bai Fumei, and walking to the peak of life has begun?8)