"What is the relationship between the two of them and me?" After seeing Gao Gao Ming and Wang Ning leave here, Zhang Hua also asked his subordinates. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Suddenly, there were two more friends, and Zhang Hua was still more concerned about this matter.

There are many kinds of friends, one is the one who can block the knife for the other party, just one sentence, and the other person can go to the soup for the other party without any hesitation.

And one is a general friendship, or a friend on a special occasion, and without this occasion, the two are like strangers and have no intersection with each other.

Gao Gao Ming and Wang Ning's first feeling for Zhang Hua was the second situation, the people around them were very vaguely disdainful of him, and at the same time, they thought of their own identity in the city, the two of them were their friends, and Zhang Hua also felt that they had other plans.

And after a pause, the subordinate who thought about the rhetoric for a while, his opening was also gradually confirming Zhang Hua's conjecture.

"Young master, please forgive the villain, the two sons who came here just now have a bad reputation in the city."

"Oh? How bad is it? Zhang Hua raised his eyebrows and continued to ask

"Gao Gongzi and Wang Gongzi, like the young master, are the only sons in the house, and have no other brothers and sisters. Since childhood, there have been no too many constraints, and all their behaviors are based on their own preferences. ”

"Wang Gongzi is fine, although he is a little ...... on weekdays is a bit arrogant, but he won't do anything wrong and mess around, but Gao Gongzi is not. ”

"Once, when the little one went to the market to buy goods, he found that Gao Gongzi punched and kicked a person, and even used a wooden stick to vomit and beat him, regardless of the obstruction of others, every time he started a point heavier than the last time!"

"Assaulting someone in public? What is it? After hearing this, Zhang Hua's brows furrowed even tighter.

"At first, I didn't know it, but then I inquired clearly and learned that the person who was beaten by Gao Gongzi was drunk and slapped his wife on the street, and it happened that Gao Gongzi was passing by at this time, and he couldn't help but say it......"

At this time, after seeing Zhang Hua's thoughtful appearance, he hesitated a little and then said sincerely

"Young master, as a servant in the house, all the actions of the young master and the old master are the young master, although the two sons of King Gao just greeted the young master with a very worried look, but every time they came, they took a painting from the young master's hand...... If the young master continues like this, even if he paints a picture every day, then it will not stay in your hands for more than two hours......" The subordinate summoned up the courage to persuade, and was interrupted by Zhang Hua reaching out at this time.

"Why do they always ask me for paintings?"

"Isn't it because Gao Gongzi is a good bet! Losing a little every day gradually becomes a lot, and the amount of silver that Master Gao gives him every month is counted, and the gambling house says that he can't pay back the money and goes to the house to ask for it, so Gao Gongzi will target the young master. ”

"According to you, my paintings are valuable?"

"Young master, you have forgotten the past, so don't think that you are just famous in Stone City, in fact, in Kyoto, thousands of miles away, there are people who are willing to pay a lot of money to buy your paintings!" Speaking of this, there was a trace of pride on the face of the subordinate.

The master who serves by himself has such a great reputation, although he is not respected by others, but as the so-called one person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven, Zhang Hua has such ability, which also makes the subordinates in Zhang's mansion also have the capital to straighten their backbones.

But the young master with unlimited future prospects is targeted by two people who have nothing to do and only want to have fun every day, and at this time Zhang Hua can't remember the past clearly, and he is afraid that Zhang Hua will be bewitched by the two of them, so he said what he said before.

"I ask you how I met them."

Zhang Hua asked about his acquaintance with Gao Gao Ming and Wang Ning, but this made the subordinate who knew everything and said everything just now temporarily shut up.

"This ...... The little one didn't know very well, but he remembered that Steward Wang had vaguely said once that one day the young master was bullied in the academy, and it was the two of them who rescued the young master...... If the young master wants to ask for specific details, he has to ask Steward Wang. ”

"Hmm...... What is your name? After feeling that he understood almost everything, Zhang Hua spoke

"Young master, the youngest one's name is Zhang Yi, and he is an orphan adopted by the master."

Zhang Yi ...... I remember you. After reading the name of the next person a few times in his heart, Zhang Hua nodded and said.

"Zhang Yi, you let the maids in the other courtyard go down temporarily."

"Yes, young master."

After Zhang Yi heard what Zhang Hua said, he didn't ask too much about the reason, and then conveyed Zhang Hua's meaning to the people in the other courtyard, and after a while, Zhang Hua was the only one left here.

Lifting the brush he had just put down in his hand again, and after dipping it on the inkstone a little, Zhang Hua said to himself

"Not only gave me a good family background, but also gave it to friends worthy of dating, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, I should have worshiped you earlier."

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When he didn't ask the reason on the street, he beat others, so Gao Ming was indeed as the following person said, and he should have less contact with him, but when he thought of the drunken man, he beat and scolded his wife on the street, Zhang Hua felt that Gao Gaoming's wooden stick was light at that time.

The ancient patriarchal thinking has reached the extreme, although Qingguo Zhang Hua doesn't know what the specific situation is, but when he thinks of the next person talking about his wife being beaten, after his indifferent expression, Zhang Hua probably understands a lot.

Gao Gao Ming, Zhang Hua felt that it was worth handing over, just by virtue of his actions, Zhang Hua felt that this person was by no means as unbearable as he said.

As for Wang Ning, although Zhang Yi said very little to him, with Gao Gaoming coming to ask for a painting just now, judging from his attitude, Zhang Hua felt that he was also an interesting person.

At this time, the pen that had not been left behind finally touched the paper.

His mind was stable, and his mind recalled the appearance of Gao Gao Ming and Wang Ning, who obviously had no attainments in painting, but the moment the pen fell on the paper, he suddenly felt that everything was so familiar and natural.

It was as if breathing, without a trace of hesitation, and then Zhang Hua's hand began to move, each stroke was very coordinated, no need to make another fill, and gradually Zhang Hua became more and more focused, and even at this moment he couldn't hear the sound of cicadas and the rustle of summer wind through the leaves.

The painting in the courtyard fell into his own world, and if the other servants were there at this moment, they would not make any noise.

Because that's what the paintings I paint on weekdays. Attentive and serious, to the point where others dare not disturb.

When he finished the last stroke, he suddenly found that he had just fallen into a strange realm, and the feeling was very subtle, but he couldn't describe it in words.

After gasping for a few breaths to suppress the shock in his heart, Zhang Hua looked down, Gao Gao Ming and Wang Ning appeared on the paper at this moment, the desire for the painting in Gao Gaoming's eyes, and Wang Ning's slight disdain on the side, were all drawn by Zhang Hua with a pen at this time.

Looking at the right hand holding the brush, he then looked down at the painting he had completed, and after a moment of silence, Zhang Hua whispered

"Thank you"

But this time it was no longer a bodhisattva, and he was so grateful that he had the same name as himself, but died tragically for no reason......