"It's really hard to drink, it's not as good as the second pot, so let's keep it and go back to Xiaodi to drink." Zhou Yang shook his head.

It's not as good as a two-pot head.

Mr. Xu squirted out a sip of wine, and his expression was extremely unnatural.

"Mr. Xia, help you to be blessed with the East China Sea Shoubi Nanshan, the younger generation has a landscape painting here, please smile at the old gentleman. ”

It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with Zhou Yang's limelight, and Song Mingjie suddenly shouted in the middle of the banquet.

"Landscape painting?"

Everyone looked sideways, and Xia Hu was also a little interested.

"You should be the baby of the Song family, bring the painting up and I'll take a look. Xia Hu laughed.

Song Mingjie was overjoyed and took the painting to the table and opened it.

"I know that Xia Lao likes the landscape paintings of the contemporary master Shen, so I specially bought this old man's seal pen - landscape people!"

Landscape people......

Xia Hu looked at the painting carefully and kept nodding: "I've been looking for this painting for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be bought by you, okay, very good." ”

"That's right, this painting should be the pinnacle of Master Shen's work, you look at the mountains and rivers and this family, it is lifelike. The people around Xia Hu praised.

Song Mingjie was excited, glanced at Zhou Yang, who was also looking at the painting in the distance, and showed a smug look.

"Let go, rascal!"

Only at this moment, Lin Xiaotong, who was chatting with investors at the end of the banquet hall, suddenly picked up the cup and spilled it violently.

The yellow-faced investor didn't seem to have experienced this kind of thing for the first time, and reacted very quickly, dodging the tens of thousands of dollars of red wine in one turn.

"...... Uproar"

The next moment, the red wine jumped over Song Mingjie's head and sprinkled on the landscape painting.

Hiss......

Everyone gasped, and the silence in the banquet hall was outrageous.

Lin Xiaotong covered her mouth, her face was pale, she knew that she was in trouble, she was in trouble, and when she was at a loss, her other hand was tightly held.

"It's okay, I'm here. Zhou Yang said with a smile.

I don't know why Lin Xiaotong suddenly had some confidence in his heart.

"Old Xia, I'm sorry I didn't pay attention for a while......"

"Didn't pay attention?" Song Mingjie looked at Lin Xiaotong's hand held by Zhou Yang, and his face became hideous.

"Do you know that this is Master Shen's sealed pen work, the only one in the entire Huaxia, you have destroyed it now, what do you take to accompany it?"

Xia Hu also nodded, sighed and said: "Little girl, I don't care about money, but this painting is not something that money can measure, do you know that your impulse ruined a masterpiece." ”

"I ...... I really didn't mean to. Two tears burst out of Lin Xiaotong's eyes, she knew that it was too late for her to say anything now, after this night, let alone looking for investment, it is estimated that she will not be able to be the village head.

Zhou Yang's face turned cold for the first time in public, and he reached out to wipe Lin Xiaotong's tears away, and then looked at Xia Hu.

"A masterpiece...... It's just a broken painting, even if a truck comes, it's not worth a tear for my woman, and my woman shed two tears!"

There was a hint of coldness in his voice, and his eyes were full of sharpness.

Xia Hu narrowed his eyes: "Young man, I do admire you, but it doesn't mean that you can be presumptuous in front of me." ”

"Zhou Yang, you are simply too arrogant, you dare to speak wildly in front of Xia Lao. Song Mingjie was overjoyed, offended Xia Hu, and no one could protect Binhai.

"Old Xia, Zhou Yang didn't mean that, he was just impulsive. Lin Xiaotong hurriedly stepped forward, although Zhou Yang's words did make her listen very comfortably, but this was too brainless, it was simply a volcano.

"It's understandable that young people are impulsive, and I can forgive it, but you insulted Master Shen, and I can't forgive it, because Master Shen is a real master of Chinese painting. ”

"Master ...... Chinese Painting"

Zhou Yang smiled, the old man had introduced him to many masters hidden in the mountain nest, but it definitely did not include this Master Shen.

"This is also a master of Chinese painting, it seems that my Great China is really finished......"

After speaking, Zhou Yang pulled Lin Xiaotong and walked in front of Xia Hu and said, "The four treasures of the above room!"

The Four Treasures of the Study!

The guests were like a magic barrier.

What do the little migrant workers want to do with the four treasures of the study, is it possible that they want to paint?

Even Lin Xiaotong was a little confused, but suddenly she remembered that Zhou Yang's broken box seemed to have four treasures in the study.

You haven't really studied it, have you......

Thinking of Zhou Yang's Xiao Sheng, she couldn't help but be curious at this moment.

"I said Zhou Yang, have you ever seen a brush, do you know what the four treasures of the study are?"

Song Mingjie looked disdainful, then looked at Xia Hu and said, "Mr. Xia, this guy is a scoundrel who doesn't pay attention to him and directly disposes of them." ”

Xia Hu's eyes were blazing, and after a while, he suddenly smiled: "The four treasures of the above room." ”

The deep voice made everyone come back to their senses in a daze, and after a while, the waiter brought a quaint long table and the four treasures of the study.

"Baby, come and help me grind the ink. Zhou Yang picked up a brush and opened the rice paper.

Lin Xiaotong knew that this baby was talking about herself, although she didn't like to be called like this, but Zhou Yang was also trying to get ahead.

"Well, just accompany the madman to go crazy. ”

Thinking about it like this, Lin Xiaotong didn't care.

Lin Xiaotong, who was born in a scholarly family, is naturally no stranger to Yanmo, but what makes him wonder what Zhou Yang wants to paint.

"Landscape people, right?"

Zhou Yang glanced at Song Mingjie's painting, and then began to write.

Everyone stepped forward with a hint of curiosity, a migrant worker, can he really paint?

Chinese painting, the heaviest precipitation in Chinese people's feelings.

Placing emotions between the mountains and rivers, each painting actually represents this state of mind.

"The mountain is the virtue, the water is the sex, the painter should cultivate his body, cultivate his nature, connect the sky and the earth......"

After a while, everyone saw Zhou Yang's pen tip quickly slashing across the white paper, and some obscure ancient texts were still being read in his mouth.

Lin Xiaotong looked at Zhou Yang, although she didn't quite understand what Zhou Yang meant, but she found that Zhou Yang seemed to be a little different at this moment.

The originally somewhat cynical eyes seemed to be caught in reminiscence, just like blowing at the Dragon Boat Festival party.

This man is serious and quite handsome......

"The outline is here, look at it......" The beautiful woman in red covered her mouth, and saw that a rough outline had appeared on the long white paper.

Xia Hu's complexion changed, he liked to paint, not just vassal elegance, but really knew how to paint, from this outline, he could see that Zhou Yang really knew how to paint and was not a beginner.

After a while, I saw Zhou Yang's pen with the wind, and the mountains and rivers emerged like a dream, and after ten minutes, the mountains and rivers and green pine clouds came to life.

Finally, there is a cottage nestled at the foot of the mountain.

In front of the hut, an old man smoking a big cigarette was watching a barefoot child playing with ants......

The painting was done, and the whole process took only fifteen minutes.

But the silence of the ballroom lasted for twenty minutes.

"It's amazing, I even saw that kid move......"

"Me too, put myself in the middle of the mountains and rivers. ”

"That's right, you look at the green pine, and the bird is actually feeding the chicks, and even the insects are drawn so realistically. ”

"Wait a minute...... The place in this painting, how do I feel that I have been, by the way, it is the Yunwu Mountain of Shencha Village. ”

Cloud Mountain!

"Young people...... Can you sell me this painting?"

After a long time, Xia Hu raised his head, and he was already in tears.

"Looks like you know a little bit about drawing. Zhou Yang smiled and threw the brush aside.

"Ordinary words have the form and unintentional, only to achieve the integration of form and meaning is to enter the house, and above is to convey the charm of the landscape can be painted, such as Mount Tai gives people a sense of majesty and then such as Mount Hua gives people a sense of steepness...... But that's not the highest level. ”

"What is the highest level?" asked Mr. Xu.

"Love!" Xia Hu wiped his tears: "The ancients painted their emotions in the landscape, and the viewer could not empathize, but this painting can arouse the emotional resonance of others, which shows that this love has been integrated into the painting." ”

"Then how does this painting of mine compare with that master's?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.

"Frankly speaking, this painting of Master Shen, at least in my opinion, is not as good as yours, because he only has charm but no feelings. ”

As soon as Xia Hu's words came out, there was an uproar in the banquet hall, and Song Mingjie's hand holding the painting trembled even more.

The painting of the master of Chinese painting was defeated by the improvisation of the little migrant workers.

"Huh...... In fact, I'm not very good at drawing. Zhou Yang looked very ashamed.

Lin Xiaotong rolled her eyes, she knew that Zhou Yang would say this, but it was undeniable that Zhou Yang's paintings were indeed very good, especially the old and young in front of the house.

She was sure that the young man was Zhou Yang, because she still lived in the house.

It's just that it's a very strange scene, but it reminds him of his grandfather, and after a while, he burst into tears.

At the same time, there are also soft cries in the crowd.

It was a celebratory birthday banquet, but it became a little sad, but Xia Hu was not the slightest unhappy, but a little excited.

"Little brother, you make a price, no matter how much it costs, I want this painting. Xia Hu said again.

Zhou Yang frowned, he didn't know anything about the market of Chinese paintings, and he didn't know what price his painting could sell for, but looking at Xia Hu like this, he estimated that it should be no problem for hundreds of thousands.

"Mr. Xia, I was careless about Master Shen's words just now, Zhou Yang's painting should be regarded as compensation for you. ”

Before he could make an offer, Lin Xiaotong's voice sounded.

Zhou Yang only felt that 10,000 grass and mud horses were whistling past in his heart, and hundreds of thousands were in the soup again.

"This ...... Did you really give it to me?" Xia Hu asked.

"Don't worry, it's just a painting, I can call the shots. Lin Xiaotong nodded.

"Okay, then thank you to this girl, Xiao Xu, for protecting me with the highest standard, and don't let the painting get any foreign objects. Xia Hu looked at Mr. Xu beside him excitedly and said.

Zhou Yang pursed his lips, and suddenly thought of whether he could sell paintings, but the old man once said that his paintings were as ugly as, and it was estimated that few people would buy them except for this stupid old man.

"I still grow cucumbers, and it's more practical to be my own boss. ”

"Little brother, come to the old man to toast you, white!"

This is Xia Hu walked in front of Zhou Yang and took out a bowl of liquor.

Zhou Yang frowned, looked at Xia Hu, whose face was flushed but his lips were a little pale, and took the wine: "Don't pretend to be a hero if you are injured, be careful that the birthday banquet becomes a funeral." ”

The voice was low, and only Xia Hu heard it.

Xia Hu was stunned for a while, and put down the bowl in his hand: "Little brother...... Can you go to the back room and talk? ”

Zhou Yang drank a large bowl of liquor, looked at Lin Xiaotong, who was surrounded by noble ladies, and nodded.

The inner room, although there is only one wall, seems to have disappeared from the sound outside, and the sound insulation effect is excellent.

"Little brother, how did you see that I was injured?" Xia Hu looked at Zhou Yang with some expectation.

Zhou Yang smiled and took out a cigarette: "Although you look full of energy, your breath is very uneven, if I am not mistaken, you should have internal injuries." ”

"The little brother seems to be a martial arts practitioner too. Xia Hu nodded, his eyes full of appreciation.

"If you don't mind, I'll show you. ”

It seemed that he was asking, but before Xia Hu could answer, Zhou Yang had already put his hand on Xia Hu's pulse.

Xia Hu didn't refuse, but just looked at Zhou Yang curiously, secretly wondering if this young man could also heal.

"Sure enough, there was bruise in the lungs, and it seemed that someone had been punched hard. Zhou Yang frowned and said.

"yes...... When he was young, he was a martial artist, looking for people to compete everywhere, and this punch was injured by an underground boxer from the West, which was a shameful experience and a lifelong pain. Xia Hu said this, and his fists were clenched together.

"Western Black Fist ......"

Zhou Yang smiled, then suddenly condensed, and his fist slammed into Xia Hu's chest.

A mouthful of black blood spit out in his chest and sat on the Taishi chair.