"What's wrong with you, Bohu, it's okay, I've never seen you like this?"

Wen Zhengming was shocked, he had the impression that Tang Bohu had always been chic and free when he painted, and he only appeared in such a bad state when he drank heavily for many days or was ruthlessly rejected by Qiu Xiang. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I don't know why, I'm always in a state of uncertainty when I'm painting." Tang Bohu said, stood up and walked to the corner, found a jar of wine, poured out a bowl and took a big sip.

"Early in the morning?" Wen Zhengming shook his head, borrowing wine to kill his sorrows is definitely not a good signal.

"No, I had a nightmare last night, and I had to drink two bowls to suppress the shock." After Tang Bohu finished speaking, he felt ridiculous, but the truth was really like this, he really needed to drink now to calm the unfinished fear in his heart.

"It's not like that, and it's not your opponent at all, what are you worried about?" Wen Zhengming didn't understand.

Tang Bohu sighed, not only Wen Zhengming didn't understand, but he himself didn't understand, when painting Qiu Xiang, the previous bits and pieces appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but think of the situation when he went to the house to ask to see Qiu Xiang, but was humiliated.

This was actually his delusion, and he was extremely respectful at the time, and his behavior was completely in accordance with the norms. Tang Bohu was anxious, feeling that not letting him see Qiu Xiang immediately would be humiliating him, and he automatically blocked the signal that Qiu Xiang didn't want to see him in his heart. Moreover, the salute seemed to him more like a disguised display, as if it was in front of him that he could make decisions for Qiu Xiang.

The second thing that made him feel uncomfortable when he thought about it was that he was in Wenbin and Sisi's Shabu Mutton Restaurant, and he couldn't see Qiu Xiang in every possible way, and with just a few words, Qiu Xiang ran down quickly, which stimulated him too much, and all the disputes and fights between him and the other things arose.

The shadow of these two things in his heart is too great, and the subject of the painting is the painting of Qiu Xiang, which makes him unable to dispel the haze in his heart, and all kinds of strange thoughts and thoughts keep entangling him.

He used to hear that he and Qiu Xiang admired each other, and he didn't believe it at all, but after a few things, he couldn't help but not believe it. He even wondered, did these two people really get together? The thought of this made his heart feel like it had been stirred by a knife.

"The subject matter was chosen wrong! Besides, this bastard deliberately put me in the trap. He deliberately used this method to humiliate me, disturb my state of mind, and make it impossible for me to enter the state. Tang Bohu roared in his heart like a beast in a cage.

The subject matter is indeed proposed, but the intention is for Tang Bohu's good, and he wants to ease the relationship between the two, but there is no other meaning at all, and then things continue to ferment, besides, where can I expect it?

Wen Zhengming was also aware of this problem, but he didn't expect it to develop to such a point. It's too late to change the subject matter now, and whoever brings up such a topic is tantamount to admitting defeat. Besides, is there any suspicion of deliberately digging a hole in this matter? Wen Zhengming thinks no, he doesn't believe that there is such a profound scheming.

The most important thing now is how to make Tang Bohu's mood calm and quickly enter the state, there is still half a month to compare paintings, and if he can't get the work out of it, it will really become a joke. All the net worth of the two of them has been pressed, if they lose, they have to work hard for Zhou Dingcheng for ten years, painting every day to pay off debts, it is simply miserable, and the consequences are unimaginable.

"Otherwise, let's throw some silver on Li Xiangjun, and don't we get along with her, we can take revenge on her."

Wen Zhengming suddenly thought of a way, which was to spend more money on Li Xiangjun and let Tang Bohu and Li Xiangjun have some romantic affairs, which could not only let Tang Bohu relieve his depressed mood, but also disturb the state of mind, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

"Come on, Zhengming, you can't play with your heart, you're too honest." When Tang Bohu heard this, this was a bad idea.

Not to mention that Li Xiangjun is not a person who can do anything if you spend money, you have to think about where to get that large amount of silver? Besides, the matter with Li Xiangjun is completely exaggerated, he saw all the events of that day, and with his experience in the brothel of the Qinglou for more than ten years, it can be judged that the two of them have no, and the so-called Che Zhenyunyun is just a rumor made by Su Qingdong.

Tang Bohu was happy to see this, and did not refute the rumors, he had no such obligation, nor did he have this kindness, now they are not only opponents, but also rivals in love.

"That's right, Pomegranate still says I'm a hypocrite." Wen Zhengming felt wronged when he thought of this, too wronged.

"That's right, you're really playing with your heart, but you can't get home, and you're seen through by pomegranates." Tang Bohu couldn't help but smile happily when he thought of this.

"What then? You have to find a way to change your state of mind, I see that Yuechan next to the prince has always admired you, why don't you discuss with the prince and ask her to come over to accompany you to paint? Wen Zhengming threw out another idea.

"The little beauties around the prince are all fishing bait, you can't eat it, if you really want to eat it, you will hang yourself on the prince's fishing rod." In this regard, Tang Bohu saw it very clearly.

"Can't you, the prince won't use beauty tricks on us, right?" Wen Zhengming didn't believe it.

"Since you didn't see that it was a beauty plan, it means that the prince's plan against you has been successful."

"No, I mean that as a prince, he won't use such a bad trick, and there are people who want to join him and serve him." Wen Zhengming was only arrested by Tang Bohu to work as a laborer, and he obviously didn't know enough about Wang Ruofei's personality.

"People are looking forward, who will turn the old imperial calendar? The prince used to be Xuanhe boundless, but that was only before, and now he may not be as good as Lian Daning. A smile appeared on the corner of Tang Bohu's mouth.

It's strange to say, as long as the topic does not involve Qiu Xiang, Tang Bohu's demeanor is very normal, and his thinking is also very clear, but once it involves Qiu Xiang, he immediately seems to have changed people, and all kinds of negative effects will come out.

Not long after, Su Qingdong came back in a hurry and brought back good news.

It turns out that the major casinos adjust the handicap, just a conspiracy, recently bet on the situation and there are fewer and fewer people on this side, the casino is also very worried, although the casino is mainly two ends of the red, but this time the main thing is the casino to do the bank, the casino here is betting on Tang Bohu, to win is naturally the silver of the people who bet on the situation.

The casino adjusted the handicap, and mysteriously released the wind, creating a kind of trick, this time it is very likely to turn the game around, in order to let more fools come to bet the silver on the money, in fact, it is to enter their trap.

"That's right, didn't they find out what new tricks they had?" Tang Bohu was immediately overjoyed, and immediately diluted the bad luck caused by his nightmare last night.

"Really, not anymore. I heard about it from a big man at the top. When Su Qingdong thought of this, he was still feeling sorry for the little golden Buddha he had dedicated.

"Okay, Qingdong, you are really a person who does great things, this is a good job." Tang Bohu's mood improved, and he was also pleasing to Su Qingdong, and praised him casually.

As soon as he heard this, Su Qingdong immediately felt as if he had smoked opium, and his whole body floated.

Wen Zhengming was smiling bitterly in his heart, Tang Bohu, the first genius in Jiangnan, actually wanted to rely on this kind of nonsensical news to cheer himself up, it was not a good phenomenon, it was completely wrong, but he couldn't say anything now, and it was not appropriate to spoil his mood again.

"Besides, there's no pen written there at all, but that's the latest news they've got." Su Qingdong was happy and gave away another news obtained at a high price for free.

"He hasn't started writing yet? How is this possible, hasn't he been painting behind closed doors for half a month? Tang Bohu didn't believe it, but he didn't know if it was good news or bad news.

"I heard that he has encountered a bottleneck, and he meditates and meditates all day long, but I don't know if he is adjusting his mentality or chanting mantras." Su Qingdong said with a smile.

"Well, I see, he's the same." Tang Bohu felt a little more relaxed.

Perhaps only he can understand the mood at this moment, both of them are the same, the bets are too big, and the psychological burden is too heavy. Under this kind of overloaded psychological pressure, even things that are easy to do in ordinary times can become difficult problems, not to mention things like artistic creation, which require passion and are full of variables in itself.

"Qingdong, these days, you keep an eye on the casino, inquire as much as you can, you need to spend money to say, I can help you." Wen Zhengming said.

"Okay, listen to Brother Zhengming, I will prick up my ears and not let go of any news." Hearing Wen Zhengming say that he would help him with the money, Su Qingdong was even more happy, if it weren't for this matter, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to get so close to them.

"What are you going to do, I'm going to paint."

Tang Bohu began to give the eviction order, and he suddenly felt that his state had returned all of a sudden, and he couldn't figure out what was going on. He is also worried that he does not know how long this state will last, so he must enter it as soon as possible.

"Let's go, let him paint carefully." Of course, Wen Zhengming understood this, and hurriedly pulled Su Qingdong out to leave.

"Cuckoo, bring over all the jars of good wine that Wenbin gave me last time." When Tang Bohu entered the studio, he did not rush to the pen first, but to prepare the wine.

Last time, he drank a good old wine at Zhou's house, and when he left, he asked for ten jars, and he had already drunk some, and now is the time when he needs to increase his motivation the most.

"You still have to drink when you paint." The cuckoo reluctantly led a few family members to bring the wine.

"You know what!" Tang Bohu waved his paintbrush and said without looking back.

The magic of wine is here, it is needed when you are sad, and you need it even more when you are excited; It is needed when you lose, and even more so when you win. When it comes to wine, the key to everything is to master the goodness.

As a famous drinker, Tang Bohu certainly knows how much to drink to get drunk, how much to drink to dispel sorrows, and how much to stimulate his blood to speed up, full of pride and inspiration.