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"Don't be mad at him."

Hearing this, Jiang Rulong couldn't wait to eat this kid alive.

It's normal for me to be angry with you, why should I be angry with my grandfather? Even if I'm mad at him, I'm just thinking about it in my heart -- I don't need you to stir up eye medicine like this in the middle, do you?

You are a virtuous son and grandson who is loyal and courageous, and I am the narrow-minded devil who does all kinds of evil?

It's not just Jiang Rulong who is angry, but those who are close to Jiang Rulong are also angry.

Provocation!

This is a naked provocation!

Planted!

This is a blatant planting!

Usually Jiang Rulong is kind and generous, no matter who has any requests, he will generally not refuse. The words spoken and the things that are done always give people a comfortable feeling like a spring breeze and drizzle. In addition, he likes to paint, with a fresh and elegant artist style, and a beautiful face, the Jiang family's uncles, sisters-in-law, brothers and sisters still like him.

Tang Zhong and him are simply two extremes. Originally, they were prejudiced against Tang Chong's background, but such a background had to be related to their Jiang family, which made people feel humiliated when they thought about it. Now, this poor boy from the ravine dared to frame Jiang Rulong in front of the old lady, and thought of other people's hearts so viciously, is this bullying them Jiang family no one?

Yes, everyone else consciously thinks of themselves as the 'Jiang family'. And Tang Chong, his surname is 'Tang'.

"What kind of people say what kind of things, what kind of thoughts think about what kind of dirty things."

"Yes. The fourth brother is not that kind of person. How could he be angry with his grandfather? He is the most filial to his grandfather. ”

"Rulong is not that kind of person. Tang Zhong thinks too much. ”

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Even Jiang Keren and Jiang Keqing sisters thought in their hearts, this stupid child, the old lady asked you to comment, why don't you just praise a few words and deal with it? Are you really commenting?

They were worried that Tang Chong would make too many enemies and it would not be good for him.

"No, of course it's better." Tang Zhong said with a smile, unfazed by so many people, and said, "I mean, if—if you're angry at my comment, then you'll be angry with me." I have rough skin and thick meat, and I'm used to being beaten and scolded. I can handle it. ”

"――――――" he said this, who would dare to fight him again? He said that he was pitiful, and you still ran to scold him, didn't you become the person he said often scolded him?

Of course, Jiang Rulong is not a person without a city government. Although he was very angry in his heart, he would not show it at all, and said with a smile: "I'm not angry." I'm not going to be angry with my grandfather, and I'm not going to be angry with you. Despite the reviews. I'll laugh it off. ”

Laughing it off, that is, you can just comment, I take what you say as a fart.

Jiang Rulong has his own pride, and he really doesn't think that Tang Chong can find any shortcomings in his paintings. If he just belittles for the sake of belittlement, but can't say a reason, it will only make Grandpa Tai and the other elders look down on him.

"This painting is called "Tiger Roaring Mountains", right?" Tang Zhong asked.

"Not bad." Jiang Rulong responded. The feeling of Tang Chong in his heart was even worse. Proud people are sensitive, and just now the old lady had already told him the name of the painting, but he still asked again, did he want to show that he didn't remember the name of the painting at all, or did he show that he didn't care about the painting?

"Have you ever seen the mountains?" Tang Zhong looked at Jiang Rulong and asked.

"Naturally." Jiang Rulong replied.

"Have you ever seen the Tiger Roaring Mountains?" Tang Zhong asked again.

Jiang Rulong wanted to curse.

Who has ever seen the roaring tigers in the mountains? Do the people you have seen still have a way to live?

Besides, even tigers are rare to see these days, where can you see tigers roaring in the mountains?

So, Jiang Rulong began to fight back.

He raised an eyebrow, showing that he was angry, and said, "If this is what you call a flaw, then—I really have nothing to say." I haven't seen the roaring tigers. I don't think many painters have seen it. Those painters who painted the Buddha did not necessarily see the Buddha. Those who painted hell have naturally never been to hell. However, this does not hinder their success, nor does it affect the respect for their work. ”

"You see, you've misunderstood me again." Tang Zhong said with a smile. "I know you've seen tigers. As I said earlier, your tiger is superb, as if it could jump out of the page at any moment. I'm talking about mountains -- and that's where your painting problem lies. ”

Tang Zhong pointed to the top of the mountain at the foot of the tiger and said, "I have seen the scene of the tiger roaring on the mountain. Shocking, but also shocking enough. However, a tiger is a tiger after all, and it is actually very small and insignificant in front of a big mountain - you weaken the majesty of the mountains in order to set off the majesty and strength of the tiger. This tiger doesn't feel like it's stepping on the top of a mountain, it's like it's squatting on the top of a rockery -- and the mountains don't look like mountains, but like someone's backyard. ”

Jiang Rulong's face was like pig's liver, and his heart was extremely angry.

Indeed, he kept a tiger in his family's garden. The mountains on the painting are just the rockery that he magnified infinitely, but he didn't expect this problem to be discovered by Tang Chong and become the target of his attack on his paintings.

When others look at his paintings, they are immediately attracted by his tigers. Because his tiger is so well drawn, other issues are easy to overlook. Even the Chinese painting master Qi Luyu, who said, 'I'm not as good as him', didn't say anything wrong with his paintings.

Angry is angry, he really can't refute this question.

Because, Tang Zhong seems to be telling the truth.

"The most important thing about the quality of a painting is the structure. The tiger is fierce and the mountain is atmospheric, which can be called "Tiger Roaring Mountains". If there were only tigers and no mountains, then the painting would lose a lot of points. Tang Zhong looked at Jiang Rulong and said, "Actually, it's not that there is no way to save it-for example, if you change this painting to "Tiger Roaring Rockery" or "Tiger Roaring Garden", it would be very appropriate." ”

"It's spicy."

If Jiang Rulong had a knife in his hand, he would definitely not be able to help but stab Tang Chong. If Jiang Rulong had a grenade in his hand, he would definitely throw it at him without hesitation.

He didn't have anything, so he could only curse such a swear word in his heart.

It's so hateful.

He has been in this world for more than twenty years, and he has never seen a more hateful person than Tang Chong.

"What is the Tiger Roaring Rockery? What is "Painting the Garden of Whistling"? How could he say such a thing? ”

This is no longer a humiliation, this is simply a life-and-death feud.

"Haha. A word for the family. A word for the family. Tang Zhong said embarrassedly. I've said that I don't know much about painting, but I just tell my personal feelings. It's not good, don't mind. And the fourth cousin, don't be angry - oh, by the way, you just said you wouldn't be angry. The fourth cousin is a person who can listen to all opinions with an open mind, which is very good, and I want to learn more from you. ”

"I'm waiting for my cousin's masterpiece." Jiang Rulong quickly adjusted his mood and said with a smile. It doesn't seem to be affected by what just happened in the slightest. "I think since my cousin is clamoring to give it to my grandfather as a birthday present, he must be confident, right?"

Tang Zhong couldn't help but look at him twice, this guy was an opponent.

"What's so confident?" Tang Zhong said with a smile. "I know that my grandfather is a calligrapher, so I just put my unpopular brush in front of my grandfather and ask him to give him advice. You often have the opportunity to ask for advice, and I have only done this once in more than 20 years. Naturally, you can't miss it. ”

"You know you don't know how to speak? Since you don't enter the stream, don't write it out to show ugliness. A junior said with a sneer.

Tang glanced at him again and remembered that his name was Jiang Ruyu and he was Jiang Rulong's little brother.

"You're right to say that." Tang Zhong looked at the old lady and said embarrassedly: "Grandpa, otherwise, I won't write, right?" Will I make up the gift later? ”

"It won't be too late." Jiang Yiran laughed. "Since you can't write well, then sing a song to grandpa. You sing very well, and no one in the room can compare to it. Right? ”

When she said this, everyone burst out laughing.

Tang Zhong is a star, which is enough to glorify his ancestors in the eyes of ordinary people. There is a star in Nanhai who was born in the draft, originally from a farmer's family, and became an instant hit because of a talent show. When I returned to my hometown, the police car opened the road, dozens of cars lined up, and the hometown fathers and elders lined up to welcome them -- this is a model of grassroots counterattack.

However, in the eyes of these wealthy children, it is a big joke.

What's so great about celebrities? They're playing stars. If they want to, they can hold a star out at any time.

"Yes. Yiran was right. Tang Chong, you can sing a song to grandpa. ”

"Just sing the most popular song "Maple Voice"--"

"I'm afraid that grandpa doesn't like it, let's sing "Shepherd"-"――

Jiang Ke was in a hurry, and he was about to step forward to help Tang Zhong talk and solve the siege. Just about to move, his arm was grabbed by another hand.

Jiang Keqing gestured to Tang Zhong with his eyes, meaning to let him solve it himself.

Jiang Keren sighed softly. He knew that this was the old lady's test for Tang Chong. If you can, you'd better not show up.

"Tang Chong, do you want to write or sing?" The old lady asked out loud with a baby-like smile on her face, as if she was not affected by the outside environment at all.

"I write first, then I sing." Tang Zhong said with a smile.

"Okay." The old lady nodded happily. "Then write first, then sing."

So, Tang Zhong walked to the table, where the pen and ink had already been prepared.

Tang re-selected a thick one, picked out a miscellaneous hair of the refill, and tested the weight in his hand, only then did he feel satisfied.

He soaked the tip of his pen in the ink cartridge and closed his eyes.

"Pretending." Someone whispered. This comment drew laughter from many people.

"Huh-" Tang Zhong adjusted his breath, and after feeling that his mental and physical strength had entered the best state, he wrote.