Si Hongchu shook his hair in a chic manner: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

"Speaking of which, I have a preference for classical poetry, especially Nalan Rongruo's lyrics, and the poem "Huanxi Sha" always makes me stunned every time I read it. ”

Si Hongchu opened his mouth and said: "Who reads the west wind and is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window......"

Purple Pupil immediately applauded twice: "I didn't expect you to remember it so clearly." ”

"By the way, I don't know you yet...... What does it do?"

"Oh, I've just come back from studying in England and I don't have a job yet. After a pause, Zitong said again: "I hope to go to Jinghua to be a teacher, maybe we can see each other on campus soon." ”

"Is it ......" Si Hongchu felt a little helpless, rubbed his forehead, originally thought that he could have an affair, but he didn't expect that this woman might become his teacher. Students soak in the teacher, and I don't know if they will break the school rules, but this kind of forbidden love is very exciting.

Si Hongchu was about to speak, when he found that several people walked towards the flower hall, among them was Zhang Mingyuan.

While Zhang Mingyuan was talking to others, his eyes kept falling on Si Hongchu's side.

Si Hongchu had a headache with this person, and he was not interested in the beauty in front of him for a while, so he turned around and was about to leave: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to miss ......."

"Wait. Zitong called out to Si Hongchu, and said with a little hatred: "We had a good chat, why are you leaving, are you disgusted with me?"

"No, absolutely not, I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be right back. Si Hongchu thought that as long as Zhang Mingyuan was still there, he would not come back.

"The bathroom is on the left, how do you go to the right?"

"Huh, huh?"

"Why don't I take you there!" Zitong bit her small lip, reached out and gently slapped Si Hongchu's shoulder: "I must look at you and not give you a chance to slip away." ”

The two of them had only known each other for a few minutes, but Zitong was quite familiar, and she was a little flirtatious with Si Hongchu.

Si Hongchu didn't want to be seen by others, so he had to let Zitong lead the way.

The purple pupil seemed to sense something, turned his head to look at Zhang Mingyuan, turned around and walked in front, and turned around and beckoned to Si Hongchu.

Si Hongchu followed behind, his eyes were not honest at all, and he couldn't stop looking up and down the writhing body of the purple pupil.

The cheongsam of the purple pupil is short, the placket only reaches the knee, and a pair of pink high heels are worn on the feet, and a pair of sleek and smooth calves are staggered back and forth with the steps.

The buttocks are straight and full, outlining a perfect arc, gently trembling, very rhythmic.

Si Hongchu felt pleasing to the eye, and temporarily forgot about Zhang Mingyuan, who had a headache, and refused to leave the purple pupil for a moment.

To meet such a white-like beauty, Si Hongchu felt very lucky.

Suddenly, Zi Tong stopped, and Si Hongchu lost his body and almost hit Zi Tong's shoulder.

Si Hongchu immediately took a step back and asked curtly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Not really. The purple pupil's nose wrinkled slightly, and the corner of his mouth said with a smile: "Aren't you going to the bathroom, it's already here." ”

"Oh. ”

"I'll go in and touch up my makeup. Zitong pointed to the bathroom, and then told Si Hongchu: "Whoever comes out first, who waits first, will not be seen or dispersed." ”

Si Hongchu went to the bathroom for a long time, more than ten minutes, because he was not relieved, but smoking.

Participating in this birthday banquet was originally a kind invitation from Lan Hao, but it always made Si Hongchu faintly feel that something would happen.

That Zhang Mingyuan always pestered Si Hongchu and asked some weird questions, it shouldn't be without reason.

Even with this purple pupil, Si Hongchu calmed down and imagined it now, and found that there seemed to be some problems. She was clearly trying to get close to herself, and judging by the look and tone of her voice, she seemed to know herself well.

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Si Hongchu came out of the bathroom, and the purple pupil was already waiting outside: "Why is it so long?"

"The bladder is too big. Si Hongchu's tone was a little cold: "I'm sorry, I still have something to do, you go and get busy." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Zitong looked at Si Hongchu coldly, and bit her lips tightly: "Do you hate me very much, so you want to avoid me?"

Si Hongchu smiled reluctantly: "We just met, so we shouldn't like it, or hate it." ”

"Time never says anything...... Zitong took out a delicate metal cigarette case and sent it to Si Hongchu: "Do you smoke?"

Si Hongchu took a cigarette and lit it, and just took a puff, the purple pupil suddenly attached to his ear and asked softly: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Si Hongchu was about to answer, but he saw a person who was very reluctant to see, and he didn't know when he approached.

It was Zhang Mingyuan, who smiled at Si Hongchu: "Si Gongzi, I met again." ”

"You always follow me, it's not easy to meet?"

Zhang Mingyuan didn't care about Si Hongchu's attitude, he greeted the purple pupil slightly, and then said, "Si Gongzi, I still have a few questions.......

Si Hongchu became more and more impatient: "Why are you here to ask so many questions?"

Even if Si Hongchu opened his mouth to scold, Zhang Mingyuan still didn't mind: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any malice, I just want to hand it over to my friends with Si Gongzi......."

Zhang Mingyuan was talking, and two people beckoned: "Old Zhang, come here, don't you like Dean Wei's painting very much." ”

Not far away was a long case with a painting on it, surrounded by several people.

One of them was dressed in a simple Tang costume with a snow-white beard under his chin, like the owner of the painting.

Zhang Mingyuan nodded at the person who greeted him, and then said to Si Hongchu: "We are appreciating the painting, I wonder if Si Gongzi is interested?"

"Yes!" Si Hongchu wanted to see what kind of medicine Zhang Mingyuan sold in his gourd, and strode to the front of the long case: "This is the painting?"

A person next to him immediately introduced: "This is the new work of Mr. Wei Haihong, the president of the Guangsha Painting and Calligraphy Institute." ”

Si Hongchu raised his eyebrows: "Guangsha Painting and Calligraphy Academy?"

"Si Gongzi probably doesn't know .......," Zhang Mingyuan introduced: "The Guangsha Painting and Calligraphy Institute has gathered many masters, representing the highest level of Chinese painting. ”

The old man in Tang costume was Wei Haihong, he glanced at Si Hongchu, and asked lightly, "Young man, you also like Chinese painting?"

"Loved it. Si Hongchu glanced at this painting, opened his mouth and said: "This painting is really good, not only is it strong and vast, but the brushwork is long and simple, which is the essence of Huang Gongwang." ”

Wei Haihong immediately bowed his head: "I can see that the old man is a teacher of Huang Gongwang, but the young man is not simple." ”

Zhang Mingyuan immediately said: "Wei Lao's character still lacks an inscription, I don't know if Si Gongzi can leave Mobao?"

Wei Haihong is a master of contemporary painting and calligraphy, this painting can be exchanged for a BMW, if someone is invited to inscribe on it, it must be a master of the same attainments.

Si Hongchu is just a child, Zhang Mingyuan opened his mouth and asked Si Hongchu to inscribe, and the people around him wondered if Zhang Mingyuan had taken the wrong medicine.

Wei Haihong wanted to say something to stop it: "The words of this painting have already been set for someone else......

"Elder Wei rest assured. Zhang Mingyuan smiled at Wei Haihong, and then asked Si Hongchu: "How is it, Si Gongzi, can you appreciate Mobao?"

Zhang Mingyuan seemed to be pleading, but his tone was a little provocative, as if asking, "Do you dare?"

Si Hongchu was a little confused, Zhang Mingyuan first asked himself this and that, and now he asked himself to inscribe on the master's paintings, and he didn't know what was going on in his head.

Since this is the case, it will be difficult for me to be enthusiastic, if I don't get a better question, I can't help Zhang Mingyuan's mental illness.

Also, the purple pupil has been following behind, and I don't know what the purpose is. Si Hongchu believed in love at first sight, but he suspected that Zitong's love was almost true, and planned to simply find a way to drive Zitong away.

As for this Wei Haihong, he can be regarded as a generation of celebrities, and he was invited by Lan Hao to support him. But for this kind of gathering, the more celebrities from all walks of life, the more face the host has.

Speaking of which, Si Hongchu had heard of Wei Haihong's name a long time ago, but he thought that these masters should be of noble character in the past, but he didn't expect to cling to the powerful. Lan Xuan is such a little girl's birthday, Lan Hao sent an invitation and he came.

Several factors were put together, and Si Hongchu decided to make a move.

The composition of the painting is not complicated, with rolling mountains in the distance, and a man sitting under a tree drinking alone in the distance. Such a work with lofty artistic conception really shouldn't appear in such a place.

Si Hongchu pondered for a moment, picked up the brush, and wrote a poem.

Seeing that Si Hongchu was about to get an axe at the door of his painting, Wei Haihong hung his heart in his throat, and tried to stop it several times, but he still didn't say anything for Zhang Mingyuan's sake.

When Si Hong first wrote, Wei Haihong was stunned for a moment, and then slapped the table: "Good words! It's really a good word, comparable to the grass saint Zhang Xu! I really didn't expect that Si Gongzi was so young and had such attainments in the wild grass with one hand!"

Wei Haihong first looked at the font, then looked at the content, and was immediately dumbfounded: "What ....... this is written!"

Someone next to him was elegant, shaking his head and reading: "If you want to chant poetry in early autumn and October, you need to go over the wall to the neighbor's house." Idle to boil wine chrysanthemums, Malegobi grass mud horses. ”

Yigan couldn't help laughing, and when he saw Wei Haihong's face was crooked, he immediately reluctantly closed his voice.

"I'm sorry, farewell. Si Hongchu hugged his fist at Wei Haihong, turned around and left.

"You...... You ......" Wei Haihong trembled, and almost rushed up to fight with Si Hongchu: "Today's young people, presumptuous......"

"Old Wei, it doesn't matter. Zhang Mingyuan looked at Si Hongchu's back and smiled indifferently: "I want this painting of yours." ”

Si Hongchu came to a corridor, there was no one around, and as soon as he stopped, Zitong followed: "You..... chant a good poem!"

Si Hongchu shrugged his shoulders: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

"Next, I want to see if you can ......." Zi Tong said this, and her expression became a little ambiguous: "I'm so wet with my hands." ”

Si Hongchu paused: "What do you mean?"

Zitong replied with action, and suddenly stretched out his slender hand, grabbing Si Hongchu's chest, and at the same time opening a door behind him with his other hand, and dragged Si Hongchu into the room.

Then she kicked her foot and slammed the door shut.