"Hmph, sure enough, you still want to capture the old people, grandpa invites you to go, what, isn't it also a layman..." Hu Xiaoice thought that Li Yun would refuse for some messy reason.

Li Yun smiled and didn't say anything, just said an expression of invitation to Hu Sheng.

Hu Sheng held up his cane, let Hu Xiaoice help him out, as soon as he went out, he saw a black Mercedes-Benz car parked at the door, this sunlight reflection is especially shiny, the driver has been waiting for a long time, a young man wearing black-framed sunglasses, and white gloves in his hands, looks like a thief.

"Please, Trail Master. Hu Sheng smiled slightly.

Li Yun was not ambiguous and got into this Mercedes-Benz car.

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Half-mountain villa, the scenery is elegant, after coming to Hu Sheng's home, I found that it is not as exaggerated as imagined, although the land is worth a lot of money, but the house looks like an ordinary self-built villa, the highlight is that the backyard is backed by half of the empty mountain wall, it looks very secure, the mountain is also simple, not too high, you can also look down on the scenery under the mountain, and you have a sense of pride and magnificent inspiration.

From the point of view of value alone, it is estimated that it is a little cheaper than the house in the fifth ring road of Beijing...

The house is also very quiet, and from the outside, there seems to be no one - there is no one at all, and there is no scene of servants all over the ground in Li Yun's brain, compared with the ordinary farm yard, the yard is just a few chickens, ducks and dogs, and a few more small trees.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Yun felt what it means to be a rich cultural person, there are calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere, generally speaking, calligraphy and painting are put together, which will give people a feeling of nouveau riche, but this house is different, different styles of calligraphy and painting are placed together, giving people a feeling that these calligraphy and paintings should be placed like this.

A true artist, a collector, is completely different from those out there who collect just for the sake of collecting.

"The layman has good taste..."Li Yun said with a smile.

"Haha, accept and promise, these are all calligraphy and paintings that I have collected for most of my life. Hu Sheng said that he would concede, but his face was full of pride, and he said with a smile: "These calligraphy and paintings, there are real masters, and there are also unknown people, some of them are worth ten thousand gold, and some of them are taken out to give away. Few people can appreciate the true value of calligraphy and painting. ”

"By the way, my grandfather is famous, even if he has a name, just find someone to write some vulgar, formless and godless words, they can be regarded as gods, this is fame, this is the so-called art. Hu Xiaoice snorted, and also laughed a little at this rule, but looked at Li Yundao again: "If your girl's words are taken to 'appreciate', they will definitely be rated worthless, and in terms of shape, it is not as good as the words written by Miss Ben in elementary school, hum..."

Hu Xiaoice seemed to be laughing, but in fact, the implication was that not many people could identify Li Yun's words as good words...

"Anyway, the words of the poor road are just written for fun, and the rest of the people can distinguish whether they are or not, and it really has nothing to do with the poor road. Li Yun shook his head and said.

Hu Xiaoice stared at Li Yun's eyes with a scrutinizing look and said silently: "Do you really have no pursuit of fame and fortune? You must know that people live in this world, don't they just want fame and fortune, you really don't care about anything?"

"It's too tiring to live for fame and fortune. Li Yun said lightly.

Hu Xiaoice didn't understand, Hu Sheng smiled, personally made a pot of tea from the kitchen, a pot of fragrant tea was carried out, from the taste, this pot of tea is just ordinary chrysanthemum tea, a little fragrant and a little sweet.

"Chief, please. ”

"Thank you..."Li Yun took the tea and drank the tea, the tea was neither lukewarm nor hot, the temperature was just right, and the sweetness was moderate, giving people the feeling that this tea should be this temperature, it should be this kind of taste, no matter if it is more, one point less will destroy its taste...

Hu Sheng also has a hand in blending tea, and Li Yun feels that there is no one who can make chrysanthemum tea taste like this.

"How's it going, have you drunk it? Grandpa's own tea, my grandfather also has a lot of achievements in the tea ceremony. Hu Xiaoice said proudly.

"Xiaodao Chief, what can you drink?" Hu Sheng smiled.

"Sweet, bitter, proud. Li Yun gently put the teacup on the coffee table, and said lightly: "The son is like his person, tea is like his life, your life is sweet, bitter, and proud, and the heaviest of them are [bitter] and [proud], presumably, this is also the reason why you love the tea ceremony, is the poor way right?"

Hu Sheng was silent and applauded.

"Hahaha, Xiaodao is really talented, a sip of tea has penetrated the old man's life, yes, my life is invincible, but also lonely. ”

Hu Sheng raised his head, his face was proud, in his eyes, in addition to the color called pleasant, there was also a madness that was arrogant to everything, under the gentle appearance, he had never put anything in his eyes.

There is no meaning to look down on people, it is just arrogance from the heart.

"The tea ceremony, the bitter taste into sweet and luscious, it's a pity that you didn't understand your life, and carried out the pride to the end, you have never recognized the word poor Tao, and you want to accept the poor Tao as an apprentice, because of what you are really afraid of..."Li Yun said with a slight smile.

Hu Sheng did not hesitate, nodded honestly, he recognized Li Yun's calligraphy on the artistic conception, but it does not mean that he recognizes this calligraphy, as Hu Xiaoice said, there is a god and a form, the combination of the two, is the real calligraphy, as for the real fear of things, he does not feel that he has anything to be afraid of.

Li Yun looked at Hu Sheng's head with the largest pair of words on his head, the wild grass dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, arrogant and awe-inspiring, looking at everything, reflecting his attitude towards life.

"Xiaoice, show your hands to our little path leader. Hu Sheng looked at Hu Xiaoice with a smile.

"Cut, people don't want to show others calligraphy and paintings in vain, hum..." Hu Xiaoice hummed, saying that he was unwilling, but he still listened to Hu Sheng's words very much, and went to the study to bring paper, ink, pens and inkstones.

The four treasures of the study are comprehensive.

Inkstones, ink blocks, and water droplets are all good colors.

Li Yun didn't say anything, just quietly watched Hu Xiaoice cultivating qi.

Grinding ink by yourself, laying rice paper by yourself, all by yourself, made on site...

Energetic, Hu Xiaoice slowly opened his eyes and wrote on rice paper.

[The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. 】

[Success or failure turns empty. 】

[The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. 】

[On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. 】

[A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. 】

[How many things in ancient and modern times are being laughed at. 】

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