It was nearly dusk, and Lao Bai finally returned.

Tong Xiangyu had been waiting anxiously for a long time, and when she saw Lao Bai coming back, she hurriedly asked, "Why did you come back, where are the people?"

Bai Zhantang turned around and shouted, "You are old here, here." Slow down, slow down. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a fat old man with white hair and a cane, trembling and entering the door.

Tong Xiangyu hurriedly greeted him, "Old man, are you old this year?"

"It's not expensive, five pennies a painting. Only close the painting, regardless of the mounting, and refuse to bargain. ”

"The ears are not good. Lao Bai reminded in the shopkeeper's ear, and then asked the old man loudly, "She asked how old you are?"

"I can only draw, I can't count. ”

Seeing that the old man heard the difference again, Tong Xiangyu also raised his tone: "Then draw it first, draw it first." ”

The old man replied tremblingly: "I can't draw." ”

"What's wrong?"

"I have no food in my stomach, I have been hungry for several days, I am trembling, my hands are weak, I can't hold the pen. ”

Tong Xiangyu continued to shout: "I'll ask someone to get it for you." What do you want to eat?"

"Do you have any of this, the oily meat that hasn't gone to oil?"

When Lao Bai heard this, he muttered: "No wonder this old man is so fat, aren't you afraid of indigestion?"

"When it's cold, you're hot, aren't you hot? I don't care, what sauce elbow, what hot kidney flower. You all say hello, go, hurry up. ”

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The shopkeeper invited the old man upstairs to eat, drink and entertain.

After eating the big elbow, the old man licked the oily on his hands, "I'm old, I don't have any other hobbies, I like to paint, I like to paint when I was young, and when I was eight years old, I also changed two meat sandwich buns." Oops, that smell. ”

"When you're done, I'll prepare you a bag of meat buns. The shopkeeper promised.

"Okay, you're full of wine and food, and you're ready to work. ”

"Oh, okay, pen and ink are waiting. ”

The shopkeeper cleaned up the dinner plate, Lao Bai spread out the paper and pen, and the old man smacked the wine jug from time to time, "If you have any requirements, you can quickly say it, and it will be drawn later, but it will not be easy to change." ”

"The prettier the action, the better. ”

"Understand, people are beautiful, so is it called a painting otherwise?"

"The more realistic it feels, the better. ”

"Realistic, I see, I can't draw fake ones if you ask me to draw them. As soon as the old man picked up the pen, he began to pick up people: "Hurry up, I can't draw you here." ”

"That's okay, that's okay. ”

"Don't drink, you'll get drunk in a minute. ”

"Oh, what a wordy thing, really. ”

After a while, the two people waiting outside the door heard: "The painting is finished, let's collect it." ”

Bai Zhantang opened the door and walked in, "Oh, it's okay so soon." ”

Tong Xiangyu followed, "Draw fast, Jiang is still old and spicy." ”

"Then you don't see who is looking for it. As he spoke, Lao Bai picked up the drawing paper, but the next moment his face was solemn.

Tong Xiangyu saw the sudden change in Labai's face, and his heart was also abrupt, "What's the matter? It's not good to draw? I'll take a look." ”

Bai Zhantang hurriedly hid the sketch behind him, "Don't look at it." ”

"Take a look. Saying that, Tong Xiangyu snatched it directly, but after just one glance, she took the painting in front of the old painter, ashamed and annoyed: "Who asked you to draw the Spring Palace." ”

"Didn't you let me draw it?"

Lao Bai: "Who asked you to draw this?" ”

Tong Xiangyu: "What I asked you to draw is a sword spectrum, that is, two people compare swords, compare swords, do you understand?"

Seeing the two of them rowing together, the old man finally understood: "I understand, I understand." ”

"By the way, have you ever drawn a sword score before?" the shopkeeper suddenly asked.

"I have drawn, when I was a child, I listened to books, and when I was happy, I would draw two, sword and boxing. ”

Lao Bai was suspicious: "Is that what you call the sword spectrum?"

"Why don't you call it a sword book? The sword book is drawn by people, and the movements that you come up with are chic and beautiful. ”

"As long as it's pretty. Hurry up, keep drawing. ”

"Paint, I'm here to watch. ”

"But you're watching here, I can't draw it. ”

Seeing the two of them leave again, the old man was a little embarrassed: "Sword Spectrum...... How to draw the sword score here. ”

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In the lobby, Qiu Xiaodong held a piece of paper and showed it to Xiaobei as if offering a treasure: "Dangdangdang." ”

"It's done so quickly, don't fool me. ”

Qiu Xiaodong's face was proud: "You read it carefully and see what it means to be brilliant." ”

Xiaobei unfolded it and nodded, "The handwriting is good." ”

"This is Mr. Lu's handwriting, my own handwriting, much better than this. ”

Mo Xiaobei ignored his boasting and read the letter directly: "Sister Wushuang, seeing the letter is like meeting." ”

Qiu Xiaodong explained: "This is a standard format, and it has to be written like this at the beginning. ”

Xiaobei was well aware of Wushuang's "literary attainments", and complained: "Didn't I ask you to write in the vernacular?"

"That's white enough, I can't say, unequaled my sister, reading the letter is equivalent to seeing me, right?"

"Why not?" asked Becky rhetorically.

"Then I'll take it back and rewrite it?" said Xiao Dong tentatively.

"It's too late, so let's leave it at that. Xiaobei continued to read, "What is the order of the husband, and the world is alone to show the group?"

"Describe her as very temperamental. ”

"Oh, the bright color of the city, is there a virtue in the rumors?"

"Describe her as very beautiful. ”

"Pei Mingyu is Bijie, and Qi Youlan is fighting for Fen?"

"Describe her...... Very tasty. ”

Mo Xiaobei suddenly slapped the table: "Hey, hey, hey, are you mistaken, I asked you to write an apology letter, and you praised it when you came up, and you praised it so numbly." Hey. Dead cold. ”

"You don't understand this, dealing with girls, especially girls who are not very easy to use here (pointing to their heads), this trick is the most effective, this is what my father said. ”

"What does your dad do?"

"You don't care, I don't have so many little mothers in my family, they didn't come for nothing. ”

"This ...... I always feel awkward. ”

Xiao Dong disagreed: "Oh, if you don't make it, you won't lose." ”

Mo Xiaobei sighed, "You don't know, in fact, Sister Wushuang and Xiucai came together, it's actually quite bitter, it's really not easy for the two of them to come together, I mean, if you can help, you can help, in this way, my sister-in-law and Brother Bai, won't they also save a worry." ”

"That'...... What's in it for you?"

"If it's not good, you won't help, hey, I said, why are you so selfish. ”

Qiu Xiaodong knew that he was at a loss, so he hurriedly ended the topic: "You have to go, even if I didn't say anything, send your letter." ”

"This letter is my last hope, if you dare to mess it up for me......"

Then I will tear up all the books and bid farewell to the literary world. ”

"That's it!" made a bet with Xiao Dong, and Xiao Bei ran out, "Sister Wushuang, there is a letter here." ”