It was an old man who spoke, and he was also the owner of this calligraphy and painting shop, Ye Chen had been picking and choosing for more than half an hour, and he had a look of "disgust", and the old man had long been unhappy with him.

"No, it's just not what I want." Ye Chen told the truth, without the slightest fraud.

The old man was almost angry, glared at Ye Chen and said, "Young man, do you really know calligraphy and painting at a young age?" I can't get anything here into your eyes? ”

"That's not what we meant, old man." Xue Ziyi hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege, she has been in this circle all the year round, her eyesight is still there, the old man in front of her is obviously not the kind who is short of money, otherwise she would not speak so directly, with a posture of driving the guests out.

"We just want to see some ancient monuments and genuine ......" Before he finished speaking, Xue Ziyi regretted that he really couldn't open which pot to mention.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the old man's face turned white, pointing to a painting that Ye Chen had just put down, and shouted: "What kind of monuments are genuine, if I have them, will they be placed here for you to touch casually?" ”

After a change of words, he said: "Let's just say that this painting of soldiers coming to the city was painted by the old man's close friend." The price tag for this painting is 100,000 yuan, and I only sell it to people who really like it. ”

"This painting does have some mood." Ye Chen smiled and said, "But unfortunately, the rice paper used in this painting is not good." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Ye Chen and scolded: "Boy, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, do you know what kind of paper is used in this painting?" It is the Hongqi brand rice paper that has been discontinued, and this piece of paper costs more than 100 pieces. ”

The old man looked at Ye Chen blowing his beard and glaring, "Thinking at your young age, young and ignorant, the old man won't care much about you, you better leave quickly." ”

Xue Ziyi lowered his head and tried to hold back a smile, there were not many opportunities to see Ye Chen deflated.

"Old man, with all due respect, this rice paper is really not very good, it has little to do with how much it costs and whether it is discontinued!" Ye Chen said lightly with a calm face.

"Hmph, this is already the best rice paper at the moment." The old man snorted coldly, "Do you think there is still that kind of dragon rice paper from ancient times?" Even if there is, which one is not treasured, it is like a treasure. ”

"Dragon Xuan Paper?" Ye Chen was slightly stunned, "So, old man, you have that dragon rice paper in your hand?" ”

"That's nature." The old man looked up at Ye Chen, looking like an old child with a smug look, "That's the old man's baby, a layman like you, even if you show it, you don't understand." The old man opened this shop, just to have fun, to look at the people who are pleasing to the eye, you can give it away for nothing, and if it is not pleasing to the eye, the daughter will not sell. ”

"Ahem, old man, do you think I'm pleasing to the eye?" Ye Chen smiled and pointed to his face.

"Hmph, impetuous gentleman."

Ye Chen smiled bitterly, but Xue Ziyi covered his mouth and couldn't do it.

Ye Chen deliberately pulled on the rice paper, naturally there was a reason, but this old man was not easy to deal with, and he had to think of some other way. He looked up and looked around, the decoration of this store is good, the style is simple and elegant, there are calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere on the wall, looking at the style of writing, it should be from the hand of one person.

"Old man, are these words on the wall from your hand?"

"Not bad!" The old man nodded, smug on his face.

"Okay, it's really a good word." Ye Chen smiled: "Old man, can you sell me a few pieces, I like these words very much." ”

The so-called thousands of wears, sycophants do not wear. The old man's face finally eased slightly, looked at Ye Chen and said, "Boy, even if you have a little knowledge, there are fewer and fewer young people who like calligraphy now." Practicing calligraphy, can not only cultivate sentiment but also make people feel peaceful, I didn't expect that although your kid's vision is not very good, but the mentality is good, not so impetuous......"

"That's, that's." Ye Chen nodded again and again, "Old man, can you sell me this painting together, I also like this painting quite a lot." ”

The old man waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I sold that painting on behalf of my old friend, 100,000, not a cent, but I can give those words to you for free." With that, the old man turned to pick up the calligraphy on the wall.

Ye Chen smiled very thiefly, Xue Ziyi instinctively felt that this guy must not have any "good intentions", and was just about to stab him twice, when suddenly, a crisp and pleasant voice came.

"Grandpa, you're arguing with the guest again."

When the words fell, the roller curtain in the corner of the store stirred, and a girl wearing a ponytail and a light yellow dress came out, delicate and elegant.

The girl obviously knew the old man's temper very well, and when she saw that he was taking the calligraphy on the wall, she immediately understood what was going on, a look of helplessness appeared on her face, and she looked at Ye Chen and the others with an apologetic smile and said, "My grandfather has a bad temper, and I hope the two of you will not be surprised." ”

The girl's voice is extremely beautiful, and the yellow warbler is out of the valley and the sound is no different.

The girl looked at Ye Chen and the others with a strange gaze, because under normal circumstances, the vast majority of guests who came here would be angry with their grandfather's strange temper, just now when she was behind, she heard grandpa arguing with people, she thought that the guests were allowed to leave, but she didn't expect that these two people not only didn't leave, but even had to buy calligraphy and paintings.

"Girl, what does it mean to have a bad temper? Grandpa, I'm really temperamental, okay? Today's young people are impetuous, disdainful of the things left by their ancestors, and they worship foreign flattery one by one, which is really ...... Alas......"

As he spoke, the old man took down a few notebooks and put them on the counter.

Ye Chen smiled slightly, didn't care, and pointed to the pen and ink on the table behind the old man, "Old man, can you borrow pen and ink?" ”

"Huh?" The old man frowned, "What, do you want to write for the old man to appreciate?" ”

After speaking, he didn't say anything more, took the pen and ink, and handed it to Ye Chen.

"I don't dare to appreciate it, but as the old saying goes, good words with good paper, if the kid's words can enter the eyes of the old man, I hope you can let me watch your treasured dragon rice paper."

Ye Chen said as he unfolded the painting he was looking at just now.

This painting depicts a man in armor, riding a war horse under the crotch ~ and charging with a spear in his hand.

Ye Chen picked up the brush, dipped the ink, lifted the pen, thought slightly, put down the pen, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the words jumped in the blank space on the right side of the scroll.

"Hey, boy, don't scribble, that's ......" The old man saw that Ye Chen was writing on his old friend's painting without saying a word, and almost ran away.

However, when Ye Chen's handwriting jumped on the page, the angry look on his face was stunned, then surprised, then shocked, and finally incredulous.

Half of the city is smoky and sandy, Jin Ge Iron Horse fights the world, the war drum rises, and he rides through the Xiongguan alone......

The beacon fire and wolf smoke, the most ruthless Shura field, the wind rises, the sun and the moon are covered, the spear is in the direction, the mountains and rivers are broken, I want to reorganize the rivers and mountains, Qing and I are the same......"

Ye Chen's words are vigorous and powerful, the iron is drawn with silver hooks, and the pen is getting faster and faster.

Naturally, what he wrote was not a famous poem, it was completely impromptu and made up by himself, but in order to set off the atmosphere of the scene, Ye Chen's face was a little tragic......

Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, holds a longbow, and shoots heavy buildings......

The desert is dark, and the red flag is half rolled out. Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The yellow dust is ancient and ancient, and the white bones are messy.

Ye Chen picked up the pen and wrote down the last word, and pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, looking exhausted......

However, his handwriting is really good, even if it is Xue Ziyi, a person who does not know calligraphy at all, he can also see the skill in this. The girl also had a small mouth open, and her face was incredible.

As for the old man, he was already stupid, as soon as Ye Chen put down the pen, he stepped forward one by one, his hands on the desk, his eyes staring at the picture scroll on the table, looking at it word by word.

Ye Chen smiled and said nothing, his face was unfathomable, as for why his words are written so well, there is naturally a reason, they all say that words are like people, Ye Chen's words are written extraordinarily elegantly, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and he is as chic as he is a person......

In today's popular parlance in this world, that is, my brother is really a beautiful man like the wind......

In addition, a limerick poem that Ye Chen made up just now is actually quite in line with the artistic conception of this painting, and whether it is good to draw words, Ye Chen is still very satisfied.

On the other hand, the old man's attention was completely attracted by the words, and he bent over and began to observe almost one stroke at a time.