The old man put the ink-stained paintbrush into the inkstone. Then he stood up, looked at the misty Qinhuai River with his hands behind his back, listened to the sound of vocal music from the boat in the river, his gray beard fluttered in the wind, and his eyes looked indifferent.

The surrounding students looked at the old man in puzzlement. I don't know why he stopped writing.

After a long time, the old man turned around. Looking at these big-eyed students in front of him, he smiled and said, "Students, do you have a wonderful sentence?" ”

As soon as these words came out, I saw many students, some of whom raised their heads and looked at the flowing clouds. Some looked down at the grass. They all pretended not to hear.

The old man didn't care, just touched his beard and smiled, as if this situation had been foreseen a long time ago.

"If that genius can write words that satisfy the old man, then how about the old man give away this painting?" As soon as these words came out, those talented people who pretended not to hear it, their eyes lit up.

These students still have some skills in appreciating paintings.

Maybe someone doesn't know the old man and doesn't know his identity. But this painting, just by looking at it, you know that it is not ordinary.

Those who can paint such expressive paintings must be famous artists in the world. From ancient times to the present, the masterpieces of famous artists must be handed down from generation to generation.

If you can take this painting home and pass it on to your children and grandchildren. It will surely become a family heirloom.

Thinking of this, those talented people showed eager expressions in their eyes. A few students had already rolled up their sleeves and walked over.

"Xiaosheng occasionally got a song, and it was regarded as a work of throwing bricks and attracting jade, offering ugliness, offering ugliness, haha!" Although he said that he was ugly, his face also looked indifferent. But when these geniuses picked up the brush, their hands trembled due to excessive nervousness, which still showed that they actually cared about other people's opinions.

As more and more people come forward to show their talents. Other onlookers also stepped forward to leave their masterpieces.

Among so many students who flocked to the front, Lu Heng, who was standing under the willow tree and joking with Liu Qingqing with a smile, was particularly eye-catching.

Lu Heng was there with an irrelevant face, holding his arms, holding his chin, looking at the words on the rice paper, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, and constantly nodding his head.

It is worthy of ancient times, and if you pick out a random person, you can write well.

He looked at the words on the paper with an appreciative expression, but Liu Qingqing beside him pointed to the group of talented people and asked him with a smile: "Uncle, why don't you go?" ”

Lu Heng shook his head with a smile, looked at the white rice paper full of poems and said, "I'm not very good at poetry!" There is still no need to be embarrassed! ”

Liu Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, hooked her fingers, and lifted a wisp of green silk from her ear. Biting his lip, he said softly: "Uncle, it's deliberately modest!" ”

Lu Heng stretched out his fingers, rubbed his forehead, and laughed twice, but he didn't deny it.

In fact, there is really no need to go up and compete with these people for a painting, although this painting can be called priceless in later generations. But Lu Heng really didn't have any thoughts about this masterpiece of the ages at this time. For him, it was enough to be able to appreciate the process of the painting and to be able to breathe the rich air of the book.

Moreover, there is also the Qinhuai River covered with light veils to accompany him. Beside her, there is also a beautiful Jiangnan woman.

The breeze, the weeping willows, the talents, the ladies, and the old man who paints by the Qinhuai River. This is already a picture of incomparably pure pictures.

Now that you're in the middle of a picture, why bother looking for a masterpiece?

The old man glanced at the poems mentioned by the students and shook his head in disappointment.

"Teacher, do you see these poems?" Talented people are still constantly expressing themselves after writing a full page. While those students were showing off, the boy next to the old man took a pair of rice paper full of lyrics and asked respectfully.

The old man didn't mean to connect, but after a faint glance, he shook his head in disappointment: "It's all some wind and moon words, it's a pity that it's a pity!" ”

"What about these words, have they been burned?" The boy held the rice paper in his hand, waiting for the old man's answer.

The old man glanced at it and shook his head: "No matter how you say it, it's also a painstaking work, so I'll give it to you!" Hehe! ”

The old man smiled with relief, but the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy pouted his lips and looked at those beautiful words with disdain: "I don't want it!" ”

The old man laughed and turned to look at the students who were still waving. Shake your head.

Suddenly, I inadvertently turned my head, but found that under the willow tree not far away, a student in a shabby robe had no intention of stepping forward. For him, watching those students wave seems to be more interesting than stepping forward to join in the fun.

"Hehe, it turns out that there are still people who can hold their minds and not be tempted!" The old man looked at Lu Heng, who was dancing in the wind under the willow tree, touched his beard and said with a faint smile.

"I'll take a look!" The boy said with a smile, and then walked towards Lu Heng.

When the old man saw the boy running over, he puffed out his chest and pointed to the scholar and asked this. However, the student kept smiling and looking at the boy with a smile. Then, I saw the scholar stretch out his hand and happily rub it on the boy's head, and the boy suddenly jumped to his feet in anger. And the woman in Tsing Yi was standing aside, watching this and that scholar play with the children, covering her mouth and snickering.

Later, the scholar seemed to say something to the boy, and the angry boy was soon drawn to it. Squatting under the willow tree, listening to what the scholar said. He also plucked a branch from his hand and wrote and drew on the ground.

Then the scholar got up and rubbed the boy's slippery head again. Then he turned around and left with the woman in green clothes.

"How's that, did you make it clear?" The old man saw Wuzi jumping back happily, and asked with a smile on his beard.

Wuzi shook his head and said, "He won't say it, but he gave me a poem!" Grandpa, look! ”

"Oh?"

The old man was a little surprised, and after taking the small note in Xiao Wu's hand, he glanced at it, and couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

Qin Huai was speechless and said the sun, the water reflected red makeup, the merchant girl didn't know the hatred of the country, and the songs still surrounded the gallery. Who will sigh for the rise and fall? ”

On a small piece of paper the size of a palm, Xiao Wu's crappy calligraphy was crookedly written a few lines. However, the feelings of worrying about the country and the people revealed between the lines are like the Qinhuai River flowing quietly, although it is silent, but it is dignified and strong enough.

"Who will sigh for the rise and fall!" After a while, the old man put this little note in his sleeve as if he had treasured some peerless treasure. Turning his head, he looked at the misty Qinhuai River and sighed.