"Well, as far as you talk a lot, I know how to measure. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info don't talk about these unhappy things, let's hurry up and have breakfast, Grandpa Lin will definitely be in a hurry when it's late." ”

Lin Yi is an anxious man, according to Ink's understanding of him, at this time, he got up early in the morning, and now he must be at the scene of the game.

"Okay. However, Xiao Mo'er, when do you have the opportunity, also pass on my cultivation techniques, otherwise, you will live as a thousand-year-old monster in the future, and you will be lonely without anyone to accompany you! ”

Murong Qing really can't bear it anymore, the road to cultivation is close at hand, but he hasn't been able to get it, why isn't he in a hurry?

"Okay, when you return to Xindu from the capital, I will pass on your exercises, but if you don't have a spiritual root and can't cultivate, it's a different matter!"

Ink's direct and affirmative response startled Murong Qing, she would talk about him left and right in the future, hearing this, Murong Qing didn't react for a while.

Shui Mo glanced sideways and found that the person who usually looked shrewd was stunned at this time, and he had a great desire to bully!

"What? What did my words surprise you? ”

In fact, ink and wash do not respect the broom very much, after all, when Shui Ling passed on her exercises, she did not say that she could not pass on to others.

"No, not an accident, it's excitement! Xiao Mo'er, don't worry, I won't tell my family about you casually! ”

Murong Qing is not a person who is desperate for the sake of the family, everyone has selfish thoughts, he knows that in the future, only if he and Shui Mo are united, will they live happily, and those who ignore the small family too much for the family will definitely not be happy.

This is still what the long-deceased sister-in-law Murong Yan said to Murong Qing, this is a sad woman, for the sake of the Murong family in crisis, she resolutely married another family, but in just one year, she died.

"Seeing that you are so sincere, maybe I will pass on your exercises in advance!" Shui Mo was very satisfied with this person's attitude, she was afraid of meeting that kind of extreme person, everything was for the sake of the family, everything could be given up, thinking of Murong Qing being so good, Shui Mo's face looked good.

"Little Mo'er, how can you be so cute!"

At this time, the ink, in Murong Qing's eyes, was as watery as a crescent moon, pure and beautiful was not enough to describe!

"Uh-huh......" Shui Mo listened to his straightforward compliment, his cheeks were unnaturally stained with rouge, pink, and his mouth said insincere words, "I hope your compliment is sincere, not sarcastic about my pity and no one loves!" ”

"Of course I'm sincere, you know that my heart has run to you now, if I don't really want you, my heart won't be able to get it back!"

Murong Qing smiled and kissed Shui Mo's smooth forehead, took her hand, and said, "Let's go, today is your home field!" I'll put you on the field and cheer you on! ”

In the 80s, Jiangdu was prosperous like a dream, refreshing as a cloud, and the people on the street had a sincere smile on their faces and were extremely enthusiastic about the emerging economy and society.

At this time, the sky is blue, the walls are white, the tiles are blue, the streets are wide, and there are more deep alleys and small alleys.

At this time, walking in the winding alley, the two people holding hands attracted countless retrospectives.

"God, Murong Qing, why is this Jiangdu Calligraphy Association so big and so beautiful? This must have been converted from a garden, right? ”

It's not the first time that Shui Mo has come to Jiangdu, but when she came to Jiangdu in her previous life, she was already an adult, and the whole Jiangdu was full of high-rise buildings, which was no essential difference from other cities.

Jiangdu in the 80s was different, many ancient buildings left over from the Ming and Qing dynasties, very deep and deep Jiangnan courtyard.

The same is true of the building where the association is located at this time, a typical Jiangnan landscape garden building, which should be a private garden built by those salt merchants in the early days.

Along the way, a large number of plaques, couplets, calligraphy and paintings, carvings, steles, furniture furnishings, all kinds of ornaments, etc., are all exquisite works of art that decorate the garden, all contain ancient philosophical concepts, cultural consciousness and aesthetic taste.

"'The rain wakes up the poem and dreams of the banana leaves, and the wind carries the sound of the book and the lotus flowers', the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River are really all beautiful and have a long charm." Ink walking in the garden, it is simply dizzying, and the eyes cannot be taken away.

"Alright, little Mo'er, it's time for the competition venue. Your Grandpa Lin is greeting you! ”

It was the first time that Murong Qing discovered that Ink was so focused on one thing that he forgot everything, including him, the person standing by his side. It's sad to think about, but I have to remind her.

"Ah......" Ink turned around in a daze, forgetting about Murong Qing, and it took a long time to react, "Arrived?" God, Murong Qing, I really like the architecture here, and when I have money in the future, I will also buy a garden like this in Jiangdu as a private courtyard! ”

"You buy? It is impossible, now such a garden country does not allow buying and selling transactions at all! This is a national cultural heritage! ”

Murong Qing was very helpless about the almost naïve words of ink painting, this girl wouldn't really think that everything would be fine with money, right?!

This kind of cognition can't let ink penetrate deep into your mind!

I still have to let her realize the majesty of his husband!

Lin Yizhi saw that the seed contestant ink he brought was here, and happily shared it with the friends next to him, "Old guys, this time our Songcheng Calligraphy Association has won!" ”

"What do you mean? Lao Lin, didn't you say some time ago that you have no talent in Songcheng? Why did you change your tune again today, and you are still so ashamed?! ”

The person who asked the question was Zeng Kuihui, the president of the Jiangdu Calligraphy Association, and one of the judges of this competition, he had a good relationship with Lin Yizhi, and suddenly said something from Lin Yizhi's mouth, I believe he must have a reason.

"Hehe, look at the pair of golden boys and girls who came over there, how about you take a look?" Lin Yizhi pointed to the place where the two ink and wash were and said.

Wang Yang, who was sitting on the other side of Lin Yizhi, asked loudly, "What?" Lin Lao, that man looks like a soldier at first glance, does he still have time to practice calligraphy and cultivate sentiments? ”

This person obviously ignored the little girl Ink Painting.

"Hehe, Brother Wang, you're wrong this time! Today's contest is not the soldier, but the little girl next to him, her name is Ink, not to mention the beauty, the good book is even more surprising! ”

Lin Yizhi didn't reveal the background of the ink, and when he said it, everyone didn't believe it. After all, he never thought that there was still an art in the world like ink, where learning music, calligraphy, painting and other arts was as easy as drinking water!

"Really? This little girl doesn't look like she's an adult, but she's really as powerful as you say? ”

Not to mention that the people present didn't believe it, even Lin Yizhi still didn't dare to believe that the level of ink painting could be compared with him, a person who had eaten calligraphy for decades!

"It can't be fake, it can't be fake! Lin Lao, Wang Lao, we will directly let her play in a while, and it will be clear to see if she performs! Zeng Kuiquan made the final decision.