There is nothing in his hands, and there are poems and books in his belly.

This question is really difficult for Tang Chong.

After a little groaning, he made up his mind, Tang Zhong said with a smile: "Since Cousin Rulong gave Grandpa a painting, then I will give Grandpa a painting." I know that grandpa likes to write, and I am a class with an axe, so please give me advice. ”

"Oh. How do you know I like to write? Jiang Fangkong, the old lady said with a smile. But what did you tell you? ”

Tang Zhong did not answer Jiang Fangkong's question directly, but said to himself: "I saw a couplet at the door. It is good to read, to plough the fields, and to study well; It is difficult to start a business, it is difficult to keep a business, and it is not difficult to know the difficulty. Horizontal batch is 'not difficult to learn well'. This wonderful couplet is written in the northern school calligraphy, with the legacy of the Han Dynasty, the penmanship is ancient and clumsy, and the style is simple and strict. Look at the atmosphere kindly. The connection is good, and the words are good. ”

The old lady smiled from ear to ear. He thought of this couplet, and he wrote the words. Tang Zhong praised him so indirectly and implicitly, could he not be happy?

"I am not talented, and I don't have a ready-made wonderful couplet on hand that can be comparable to the couplet outside, so I borrowed a couplet from the ancients to wish my grandfather a long life than Nanshan Immortal Pine."

"Good. Good. Old lady Jiang smiled. I'm going to see what couplets you write. ”

Although the old lady liked calligraphy, she could no longer lift a pen when she was older. In order to prevent him from disobeying the advice and spreading paper and ink again, Jiang Liren even asked the servant to take away all the pen, ink, paper and inkstones in this room.

sent a special guard to the front yard to find a pen and ink, and heard that Tang was important to write to the old lady as a congratulatory gift, and suddenly a large group of people came to watch.

Jiang Liren's brothers and sisters came, Tang Chong's uncles came, and several cousins and cousins also came, Jiang Keqing and Jiang Keren also helped Tang Chong's grandmother over.

With so many people coming, Xiao Lou felt that the spacious room just now suddenly became crowded.

Some people come to see the fun, and more people come to see the jokes.

Of course, there are still people who have a heart for Tang.

Everyone knows that Jiang Rulong's painting of tigers can be called a must in China, and even a master of Chinese painting who has been famous for decades was silent for a long time after seeing his paintings, and then left a comment of 'I am not as good as him'.

His paintings are only observed and discussed on a small scale, and he does not participate in the sale and purchase, and occasionally gives them to people who are destined. Today, he carried a picture of "Tiger Roaring Mountains" to present to the old lady, which is understandable to everyone.

However, Tang Zhong still had to write after Jiang Rulong sent the painting - if he didn't write well, wouldn't that be self-inflicted?

Jiang Keren was worried that Tang Chong didn't know about this relationship, and wanted to step forward to remind him. However, so many people stared, she went up and said Tang Chong, don't write it, if you don't write well, you will be compared to Jiang Rulong, isn't that slapping her son's face? Your son doesn't even start working and you know it's not well written?

Besides, Tang Chong had already promised to send words to the old lady for his birthday. If you don't write it now, isn't it to break the trust of others? It gives people the impression that it is easy to break the contract?

Actually, the old lady is not easy to answer.

When Jiang Keren and Jiang Keqing were anxious and worried, the old lady spoke again, and he said with a smile: "It seems that everyone likes calligraphy." Tang Chong, then you have to write better. ”

"I will." Tang Zhong said with a smile. I took the pen and ink from the maid and began to prepare.

"Hmm. Don't rush to write yet. The old lady said. It's not too late for you to take a look at Rulong's "Tiger Roaring Mountains" before you write it. ”

"Thank you, grandpa." Tang Zhong smiled and agreed. It was as if he didn't know that this was a hurdle, and he plunged into it.

Jiang Rulong looked light and breezy, carefully pulled out a scroll from a bamboo tube, and then handed the scroll to Tang Chong, saying, "Feel free to scribble, cousin give more opinions." ”

He said that he was 'scribbling', but the arrogance in his bones was something that even idiots could see.

Tang Zhong knew that if he dared to give more opinions, this fourth cousin would definitely have a lot of opinions about himself.

Of course, ever since Don re-entered the door, he felt his hostility towards him. This kind of hostility is very subtle, the eyes can't see, the ears can't hear, you need to feel it with the heart.

Moreover, he was kind and responsive. He didn't talk much, but he kept looking at himself carefully.

"In such a family, but with such a high-profile name as 'Rulong', it seems that the Jiang family has great expectations for him. It's understandable that such people are arrogant and sensitive, right? Tang Zhong thought in his heart.

"Actually, I don't know much about drawing. Who is qualified to give any opinion? Tang Zhong said modestly.

"You're pretty self-aware." Jiang Yiran said out loud.

So, a room full of people burst into laughter.

Jiang Yiran made it clear that he was deliberately sarcastic about Tang Chong, and these people laughed so cooperatively, which showed that they really didn't take Tang Chong seriously. In other words, they all consciously stood on the side of Jiang Rulong and Jiang Yiran, that is, the opposite of Tang Chong.

Jiang Keren's face was gloomy, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Jiang Keqing didn't have such a good temper, giggled and said, "It's a good thing to have self-knowledge." Our Jiang family, what is most lacking is this kind of person. ”

That is to say, if Tang Zhong doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, while many people in the Jiang family don't know how to pretend to understand - which is more annoying? Isn't it self-explanatory?

Hearing Jiang Keqing's words as a 'poisonous snake', everyone's expressions were a little unpleasant.

Especially Jiang Yiran, glaring at Jiang Keqing fiercely, eager to burn all her clothes.

She wanted to scold back and say, 'It's your turn for an outsider to intervene in the affairs of our Jiang family', but she saw that the fourth brother glanced at him like an uncertain prophet.

She immediately understood what the fourth brother meant, and shut up angrily.

Tang Zhong untied the red silk on the scroll and spread out the huge painting, and a domineering aura rushed towards him.

Tiger Tiger Grows!

"Good drawing." Tang praised loudly. "It's really a good painting."

It's not that Tang Zhong wants to praise Jiang Rulong, but because this kid is really good at drawing. He vividly expressed the tiger's domineering ferocity and devouring killing intent, and his strength penetrated the back of the paper.

Spreading out the painting, it is like releasing a living tiger.

Tang Zhong dared to use his head to pack tickets, Jiang Rulong must not have copied the paintings of his predecessors or watched the photos of tigers when he painted this painting. His 'model' must be a real tiger, a living tiger.

Only a real tiger can give people such a three-dimensional feeling, and only those who have really observed the tiger and touched the tiger can express the tiger so meticulously and thoughtfully.

He worked hard.

"Where's the good?" Jiang Fangkong asked the old lady. Obviously, he didn't intend to let Tang Chong go easily.

"Alive." Tang Zhong said. "We all say that it is difficult to draw a human and a tiger. In fact, it is not easy to draw people and tigers. Whether it is a man or a tiger, he has bones. That is, you must not only be like, but also godlike. Even, it is necessary to show some characteristics of the life of a certain person and an animal through some small details. ”

"A leaf knows autumn. That's what I'm talking about. For example, when we see this piece of minced meat between the teeth of a tiger, it proves its ferocity and its euphoric state after eating it - seeing this makes us wonder, what kind of animal meat is this? Did it just eat a chicken, an antelope, or a hunter who broke into the forest? It's not a painting, it's a tiger. The tiger appears, and we forget its carrier - this is a very clever painting. ”

Tang Zhong smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'm just talking about it casually." Just listen to it. I don't really know how to draw. I'm talking about some of my personal feelings after seeing this painting. ”

Hearing Tang Chong's comment, everyone was silent.

This kid who keeps saying that he doesn't know how to draw comments so well that none of them dare to say it easily.

What Tang Zhong said was exactly what they thought. It's just that there are a lot of people who can't express it. When a person sees something but can't depict it well, it is still a personal cultural accumulation that is not enough.

Jiang Rulong looked at Tang Zhong thoughtfully, as if he was anxious to see what kind of person this was.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

"So, in your eyes, the painting is perfect?" Old lady Jiang Rulong said. He had the special protector put a pillow under his head, so that his body could be taller and he could clearly see the expressions of everyone in the room.

"Actually, there are a little bit of problems." Tang Zhong said with a blushing face. "Just a little bit."

The crowd was furious!

"Did you just boast that you are self-aware? In the blink of an eye, I forgot how many pounds and taels I had? The fourth brother's painting is also what you can evaluate? "The first to open his mouth to attack was Jiang Rulong's brain-dead fan Jiang Yiran.

"Yes. Qi Luyu, do you know? Even the masters of Chinese painting who have seen the paintings of the fourth brother say 'I am not as good as him', you are more powerful than Qi Luyu? ”

"A horse is not as long as a face." ――

Obviously, Jiang Rulong's popularity looks very good in this family.

Tang Zhong looked at the old lady aggrievedly and said, "Forget it, I still won't comment." ”

"Comment." The old lady puffed up his strength and shouted. "If I ask you to judge, you will judge."

He angrily yelled at the others, "I'm not dead yet." When I'm dead, you'll make a noise. ”

The crowd was silent, and no one dared to speak out against it.

Although the old lady has buried his neck in the loess, no one dares to challenge his authority until he closes his eyes.

So, Tang Chong was like a duck who was forced to catch up on the shelf, and said to Jiang Rulong with an apologetic face: "Grandpa Tai has to let me judge, and I really have no way - don't be angry." Be angry and angry with me. It's me who is lying nonsense, and it has nothing to do with grandpa. Don't blame him. ”