"Why is he a big artist digging up corpses?" Wu Jingya looked suspicious, thinking that Zhang Yiwan was lying.

"Really, I'm not lying to you, the body of the newly buried person is not decomposed, and the skin of the person's face can be carefully studied by cutting the skin of the person's face with a scalpel. So his paintings are not very flat, but very three-dimensional and real! You really feel like the Mona Lisa is smiling at you. Zhang Yiwan's lips turned white and he said in a weak voice.

Wu Jingya nodded, "I didn't expect that Old Man Da still has the same hobby as me, my dead Uncle Liu is the guard of the morgue, and I love to study those corpses in the morgue when I have nothing to do." To tell you the truth, I also like to study human bones, muscles, and skin. Sometimes I see the dead more dear than I see the living! ”

Zhang Yiwan lay on Wu Jingya's lap and smiled helplessly, "It seems that you also have the potential to be an artist like Leonardo da Vinci." ”

"Come on, don't make fun of me. A poor ghost like me can still be an artist, and in my opinion, artists can only be artists like you who can't spend enough money after breaking their legs. Wu Jingya laughed at himself.

"It's also O, you look at those great European writers, those people who write. Either they are rich in their own families, or they are in the middle of a rich woman or widow, living a life of little white face, and creating literary works that shock the world. From this point of view, there is indeed no soil for artists to grow in our country. Zhang Yiwan didn't expect that he would gossip with Wu Jingya, a revolutionary party.

Wu Jingya very much agrees with Zhang Yiwan's words, "Chinese artists are similar to those who ask for food, wearing sunglasses, sitting on a stone bench and pulling an erhu, with a bowl in front of them!" The songs that come out are all sad and lingering songs that express the pain of life. What else is Cao Xueqin, when he wrote Dream of Red Mansions, he heard that he couldn't even eat celery, and he wrote such a drunken film with a hungry stomach, which is also ironic when he thinks about it! ”

When Zhang Yiwan heard Wu Jingya's words, he felt a little more good about this revolutionary party in his heart, "I didn't expect you to know so much, it's good." ”

Wu Jingya took out the cigarette from his ear and put it on his nose and sniffed it, "What's good?" I envy you for being such a son-in-law, you have a big family and a big business, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, you grew up in a honey pot, and you have endless money to spend every day! ”

"I think that in this world, no matter what status or class you are, you will always have the same pain and happiness. For me, it feels just right to be able to eat abalone. For you, you will feel happy to be able to eat stew. Although we ate different things, the feeling of satisfaction was the same. And I haven't been rich since I was a child, my father was born as a bandit, and after giving birth to me, he followed several of his brothers everywhere to kidnap tickets and rob them. My mother and I lived a worrying life every day, and when my father lived a good life, my mother also died of illness. My mother's life was not easy, she gave birth to my sister and me, and worked hard to raise us, but she didn't live a happy day. ”

Wu Jingya didn't expect that Zhang Yiwan also had a hard life when he was a child, "Then you must have a good relationship with your sister." ”

Zhang Yiwan nodded, "That's my dearest person, but what about my father!" Married my sister to the son of the Heilongjiang Overseer, that silly boy is not worthy of one of my sister's toes. But there is no way, in my father's eyes, we children are his bargaining chips to reach the pinnacle of politics, and this year he told me to let me marry an old girl three years older than myself, because my future father-in-law helped him when I was nine years old, and he promised to become a family of children and daughters, just a joke more than ten years ago, and now let me marry a woman I don't know at all! Do you say that there is such a father! ”

Wu Jingya sighed, "Everyone who is a father in the world is a bastard, and my father is like this, forgetting his righteousness when he sees profit." If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been separated from my mother, and my brother wouldn't have gone missing. If we don't say that, we might die here, so let me hear something new about you rich people! I heard our leaders say that sooner or later the Northeast will belong to your Zhang family, and your family must be very wide! ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Yiwan became interested, "Speaking of this, it's not about you, our family wants to say that he is the second richest in the Northeast, and no one dares to say that he is the richest in the Northeast." Let me tell you, my sister's dowry is enough to equip three arrangers. Think about how rich my family is. Let me tell you this, do you know how many people eat in my family every day? ”

Wu Jingya shook his head, "Your family has a big business, and you know a lot of dignitaries, who knows how many people in your family eat?" ”

The corners of Zhang 10,000's mouth rose, "For example, there are eighty people in our family who help in the kitchen alone. When you eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, you also know in the Northeast that the dumplings will freeze when they are put down outside the window, and they will not be bad at all. My yard is about the size of two one-story floors of the International Hotel, and such a large open space is full of dumplings. How many people do you say my family eats? ”

Wu Jingya is really unimaginable, "My hometown is in Qindu, and the place in Guanzhong is not poor, the pomp you mentioned, that is, who is so extravagant when they get married and have a banquet!" ”

Zhang Yiwan said proudly, "Then to put it this way, our family is doing happy events every day." ”

"Hmph, there is a lot of food and a lot of waste, and I don't know how many poor people can be saved by the food wasted by your family!" Wu Jingya said sarcastically.

"It's really not what you said, my father is from a bitter background, and what he hates most is who wastes food. My siblings and I grew up eating with him. It's not an exaggeration, I haven't seen any rice grains left in his bowl for so many years! Unless anyone of our brothers and sisters is sick, whoever dares to have a grain of rice left in the bowl, my father's big-eared melon seeds will come up. It's just an old hat, I laughed at him for being poor, he said it was called learning, learning at the dinner table. My father has no knowledge in his life, but every day he mutters in my ear Mr. Sun of your revolutionary party, how to admire him, if you can have a meal with him, it will be worth dying! ”

Hearing Zhang Yiwan say this, Wu Jingya was interested in Zhang Xiaozi, "Your father is from the Northeast, and Mr. Sun is from Guangdong." Why does your father value Mr. Sun so much? One is an old warlord, the other is a new force, and it feels like there is no intersection! ”

Zhang Yiwan shook his head, "Maybe I'm not confident." My father is a big man, but he attaches great importance to literati. He admired Mr. Sun very much when he first met him. He felt that an elegant literati could do such a big thing as overthrowing the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the future of our country must be decided by a progressive person like Mr. Sun, and he was willing to be a pawn for Mr. Sun. ”