"Whether you can do it depends on whether you can tell me about this person's life experience in the shortest possible time. I already had a hazy feeling in my head, and I needed a clearer background now. ”

Hearing Zhao Tianyou say this, Song Yuchen looked at him suspiciously for a while, and finally paced slowly and said, "What kind of person is Tang Yin...... If you want to know Tang Yin, there are two poems that can help you a lot. The first is a poem used in Stephen Chow's "Tang Bohu Dots Autumn Fragrance", called "Peach Blossom Anthem". There are a total of twenty sentences in this song, but its essence is the first four sentences used in that movie, and the last four sentences, Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms to sell wine for money...... Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. ”

"This poem is very free and easy, and it is already very similar to this painting, but I always feel that this Tang Yin is not really free and easy."

When he heard Zhao Tianyou say this, Song Yuchen suddenly showed a very surprised look, "Didn't you say that you didn't know him?" How can I listen to you and not feel that you don't understand at all? ”

"I saw it in his paintings."

"So, you're his bosom friend." Song Yuchen sighed and said, "I'm going to talk about his second poem next, this is a masterpiece he wrote before he died--Born in the yang world has an end, and it doesn't matter if you die and return to the underworld." The yang and the earth are similar, only when they drift in a foreign land. ”

As soon as he heard this poem, Zhao Tianyou felt that his whole body was numb, and when he looked at the real thing that day, the feeling he felt from the painting appeared in his mind again.

And unlike that time, this time it was no longer a feeling of complete nothingness in his mind, but something more concrete, something vague but real. That thing is like a sound, like an image, and like a smell, in short, it is a certain kind of concrete perception that brings Zhao Tianyou's brain.

Almost completely unable to pass through the brain, Zhao Tianyou naturally muttered to himself: "Tang Yin's life must have been very bumpy, he must have loved someone once, but that person finally went before her, he must have had a lot of retribution, but this world has crushed all his dreams." From then on, in this real world, he was only quiet, only dead, and only in this painting did he hide what he felt had to protect desperately, and he buried his life in this painting. Only in this painting can he live and survive in death. ”

Having said this, Zhao Tianyou's mind suddenly opened up, and the perception that he couldn't tell what it was wandered around in his mind, he always wanted to grasp it, but he always felt that he couldn't do it. Almost instinctively, he immediately summoned Lu Bu to possess him, and he needed to get more power from Lu Bu so that his whole human spirit could be more single-minded.

Not surprisingly, after receiving Lu Bu's blessing, Zhao Tianyou quickly caught the mysterious perception, which finally appeared completely clearly in front of his eyes, ears, and even in his olfactory world.

He saw, heard, and smelled a whole new world so clearly.

In that world, he saw an old man leaning on a rattan chair in a peach blossom forest, his eyes slightly closed, and next to him was a stone table with a pot of freshly sold village wine.

Beside him, there is a clear stream flowing gracefully, a few wild peach and willows by the stream, a hill of dirt, and a little bleak in the quiet. Behind him, there are several thatched huts, all of which are hung with plaques inscribed by him himself--"Xueputang", "Mengmo Pavilion", and "Butterfly Zhai".

In an instant, the old man stood up suddenly and shouted, "Jiu Niang, put pen and ink on it." ”

However, when he finished shouting, he didn't see the familiar smiling face appear in front of him, and then he remembered that his Jiuniang had left him.

This Suzhou celebrity of the year, since following him, has unloaded all the fans and held up this home for him. In the year of the flood in Suzhou, he couldn't sell a single painting, the family had no food and clothing, all relied on her painstaking support, and finally overworked, terminally ill, at the last moment of her life, she still held his hand tightly, and said: "I want you to be your wife, I want to do my best to take care of the housework, let you concentrate on poetry and painting, and become everyone." But I have no blessing, no longevity, and no power, I am dying, you must cherish it in the future. ”

The old man burst into tears at the corners of his eyes, but he shouted again, looked up to the sky and laughed, and sang loudly: "I will not board the ship of the Son of Heaven, and I will not go to sleep in peace." There is a thatched hut outside the city of Gusu, and the peach blossoms of ten thousand trees are full of moon. ”

As he sang, he walked to the hut by himself, laid out a long case, and waved it vigorously.

"God bless...... Brother, what's wrong with you? ”

When Song Yuchen saw Zhao Tianyou standing in place in a daze, he was stunned for half an hour, and later, when even tears began to fall, he finally couldn't help but pull Zhao Tianyou's sleeve and asked.

Zhao Tianyou finally woke up, and he didn't talk to Song Yuchen, but strode to the table, picked up the prepared brush, and began to draw on the paper.

At the beginning, Song Yuchen just felt a little strange, but when he saw that Zhao Tianyou had laid out the overall situation in three or two strokes, his brows couldn't help but move, "This ......"

After a while, when Zhao Tianyou began to lay out the structure of the entire painting, Song Yuchen shook his head in disbelief, "This is impossible, this is ...... It's impossible! It's not something that mortals can do, it's incredible......"

And when Zhao Tianyou was halfway through the painting, Song Yuchen was so shocked that she sat aside, she kept shaking her head as if she was enchanted, and she shook it more than a hundred times, "Could it be that he is Tang Bohu resurrected?" ”

More than an hour later, fifteen minutes before Feng Yi came to pick up the painting, Zhao Tianyou finally threw the brush on the ground, turned to Song Yuchen and asked, "Can this painting pass Su Wenjie's level?" ”

Song Yuchen stood up, didn't look closely, just stood there and glanced at it slightly, and muttered to himself: "The brush and ink are beautiful and sharp, the scenery is clear and vivid, and the brushwork and freehand tend to be perfect; The layout is dense, the dyeing is complicated, the work of the people and horses is fine, and the subtlety of the theme and dot painting is indescribable; And the forest is lush, and the smoke and water are confused almost to the extreme...... There is no need to appreciate this painting, and no one dares to say that it is a fake, because ......"

When Song Yuchen said this, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Tianyou, his eyes couldn't help but be a little confused, "This is the real thing." ”

Zhao Tianyou looked up and laughed in distraction, his whole body was weak, and he fell straight to the ground, if it wasn't for Song Yuchen hurriedly reaching out to support him, he would probably fall directly to the ground like this.

"Who the hell are you? Even Tang Bohu's resurrection may not be able to do something, why can you do it? ”

It was only when Zhao Tianyou was helped to the bed that Song Yuchen looked at the young man lying on the bed so carefully and seriously for the first time.

At this moment, the original frizzy and superficial opinion of him in her heart was completely thrown out of the clouds, and all that was left was indescribable faint feelings.

Song Yuchen has been nurtured by his family since he was a child, and he is extremely obsessed with artworks, especially calligraphy and painting, and has no real interest in other things. If there is anyone in this world who can really conquer her from the depths of her soul, I am afraid that only artistic attainments are attainments. It's a pity that the so-called masters she once met were either deceitful or old-fashioned.

If it is amazing, who can compare to the young man in front of him?

And the most important thing is that he is not only not old, but also very young, and then look at the edges and corners of his facial features, the more I look at it, the more I feel that there is still a three-point jade tree in the wind, not to mention that last night, the two of them were ......

Thinking of this, Song Yuchen's heart couldn't help but be sour and sweet, and he didn't know how to deal with himself for a while.

Just when Song Yuchen hesitated in front of the unconscious Zhao Tianyou, Sanada Aoba had already come downstairs to the hotel.

"It's also a nowhere to find when you step on the iron shoes, and it turns out that it takes no effort to get it......"

Sanada Aoba stood downstairs, looking at the floor where Zhao Tianyou lived, and said to himself with a smile.

"Young master, why don't we rush in now and avenge the ape flying far river." Another subordinate standing next to Aoba Sanada said.

Sanada Aoba shook his head slowly, "This is not Dongying, this is Huaxia Kingdom, and ...... We have more important things to do, and we can't afford to lose the big ones. You keep an eye on him and wait until it's dark, and then we'll do it. ”

"Yes, young master." The man bowed deeply and humbly, and replied.

Then, Sanada Aoba turned his head and left.

And in the room of another hotel not far away, Xiu Lengyu and Zhou Jianbing met again.

"The people of the Zhao family, sure enough, none of them are trouble-free."

As soon as Zhou Jianbing entered the door, he heard Xiu Lengyu, who was standing by the window and watching everything downstairs, say.

Zhou Jianbing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Maybe it's all providence, God doesn't want the people of the Sanada family to live one more day." By the way, there's also the smugglers of the Knights of the Round Table. ”

"Alas, that's all it can be now." Xiu Lengyu shook his head helplessly, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Jianbing, "I have already called Marsal and said that things have changed, and asked him to cooperate with us to get rid of the Sanada family tonight." He has already promised. ”

"And what about his other companions?" Zhou Jianbing asked.

"He'll leave them at the hotel and come alone." Xiu Lengyu paused when he said this, and then continued, "This deal was originally negotiated between us and him privately, and the boss of the Knights of the Round Table didn't know about it, and thought that he really came to make an honest deal with the Sanada family. So, he didn't want too many people to know his role in it. Anyway, as long as he brought the money back, no one in the Knights of the Round Table would care who he sold the goods to, and no one would care if the buyer was dead. ”

Zhou Jianbing smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter if someone cares, because it is meaningless to blame the dead after all." ”

(To be continued)