"Fan Lou will meet friends with ink", this sentence sounds very good, but in fact, the most critical issue of this grand event is not the word "friends".

After all, there are many places to meet friends, you can gather at home, you can say goodbye to the long pavilion, you can swallow wine at sunset in the west building, and you can raise a glass at night in the east wind. There are too many places to meet friends, but the only ones that can make the ink and blue danqing be dyed with a charming smell are Fanlou and this land that has always been rouge.

On the bright side, the prizes of this Fanlou event are actually very simple. In addition to the four treasures of the exquisite study room and the twenty yuan provided by Fan Lou, the only thing left to boast about is a meeting with the head of the line, Master Li.

Today's Master Li is still a Qing Qi'er who sells his art but not his body, and he is very popular in Tokyo with his talent and appearance, and he will not appear easily, and the people who can buy a few hours to ask the piano behind closed doors are not ordinary people.

As for the twenty yuan, it may be an unknown amount for the common people, but for the people here, it is closer to the casual cost of a tea party, which is really nothing.

The characters who really splash ink here want to pursue nothing more than two things. One is to win the hearts of beauties, and the other is to be like He Junhao, for fame.

Of course, most people like to receive both, and there are very few dustless characters like He Junhao.

The most important thing that people who follow the path of art need is fame. No matter how arrogant He Junhao is, he understands this after all.

After all, he grew up in Tokyo since he was a child, and He Junhao has a lot of fame in the circle, but for him, it is far from enough.

He is a person who wants to leave a name in history, a circle that wants to travel back and forth, and is a figure at the level of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, Li Sixun and his son. Instead of these idle rich idlers in front of them.

He Junhao has always looked down on these people, and he has never hidden his opinion.

The only thing that made him feel that there was something desirable was Xiao Ting. Therefore, when Xiao Ting said Chu Feng's name with a smile, he said that he was also the one who was going to participate in the scientific examination of the Academy of Painting this year. He Junhao felt his heart tighten twice, and a feeling of eagerness to try gradually enveloped him.

He Junhao felt that he had been very bored all these years. Among his peers, no one has been able to surpass him. He has been bearing the name of a young generation of promising people for so many years that his life has become a lot duller.

The city of Tokyo looks big, affluent, and bustling. But in fact, there are very few people who really want to go on the road of painting.

Officials in the capital came and went. The children brought by him are constantly coming and going, but He Junhao can really find few friends or enemies, which are really pitiful.

He found it boring. Life is a bit boring.

He seems destined to go down this lonely road, be admitted to the Academy of Painting, get the praise of His Majesty, and then go down in history.

The story is good. It's just a little less flavorful.

When He Junhao first saw Xiao Ting, he also wanted to crush him.

His pride and reserve. No one is allowed to come close to his abilities. When He Junhao faced this threat, he would either knock these people into the dust or expel them from his range.

He challenged Xiao Ting as soon as possible, and Xiao Ting gladly responded. The result, of course, was very simple, and He Junhao won easily.

He Junhao sneered and ridiculed Yu Ting. And to He Junhao's great surprise, Xiao Ting did not become angry because of the other party's ridicule like others, but chuckled and accepted this ridicule calmly, and even became friends with him.

This is for He Junhao. It's a very strange thing, and it's the only thing.

But this experience did not change He Junhao's mood too much, he still maintained this pride to the extent that he was dustless under his eyes, like a defense against predators, and looked coldly at all the people around him who dared to threaten him.

Therefore, when Chu Feng appeared, He Junhao subconsciously regarded him as a provocateur. And when he had already sharpened his knife and was about to give this provocateur a critical blow with his own hands, Chu Feng drifted away after a sentence, which naturally made He Junhao's oblique slash slash into the air.

Of course, this made He Junhao very uncomfortable. Even, very angry.

He didn't think about what was behind it. For example, why did Xiao Ting bring Chu Feng to his eyes, and why did he prepare his pen and ink when he went out to play.

This is all too deep things, and He Junhao doesn't have any desire to know.

He Junhao doesn't care what he is making enemies of others. He only hoped that his enemies could be stronger, stronger.

It's just that when his anger against Chu Feng finally dissipated in the scorching wind of summer, Chu Feng appeared in front of him again.

Moreover, Chu Feng was still holding a painting in his hand.

He Junhao's eyelids twitched twice, he clenched his fists, sneered angrily, and immediately grabbed his painting and rushed downstairs.

There are two stairs opposite the patio, one in front of Chu Feng's door and the other in front of He Junhao's door.

Xiao Ting naturally didn't expect the current situation, at this time, he also took the painting and hurried downstairs, and when his right foot was just glued to the ground of the flower hall on the first floor, He Junhao had already pushed away the crowd blocking the road one by one and came to Chu Feng's side.

He Junhao stopped, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Chu Feng with a cold and almost piercing gaze.

"Why did you run away before?" He Junhao didn't care about the hustle and bustle around him, he blocked Chu Feng at the top of the stairs, feeling that the faint smile on the latter's face was a little dazzling.

"Ah, Brother He!" Chu Feng was slightly surprised, and immediately understood that after all, the other party was here, and this kind of thing would naturally not be missed, so he laughed, "If Brother He is here, will everyone else also come?" I left in such a hurry during the day, and I should apologize. ”

"I don't need your apology," He Junhao's voice carried the gloom of not seeing the sun all year round, "I just want to ask you, why did you run away before?" ”

"Run?" Chu Feng was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what the other party meant. Immediately understood, and guessed that the other party's unhappiness should be related to the competition between the two that ended without starting, "Brother He is talking about what happened in the mountains before?" I'm so sorry. It was true that someone was called back for something urgent, and it was not intentional. In the future, he should make amends. ”

He Junhao didn't speak, but obviously, he didn't accept Chu Feng's explanation, so he just looked at him coldly, obviously not believing Chu Feng's words.

Chu Feng smiled helplessly. He understood the other party's temperament very well, so he raised his hand and hugged his fist at He Junhao, saying more was useless, and he was about to leave the other party's side when he raised his leg.

"What you're holding in your hand is also a beauty picture? Your own paintings? ”

He Junhao didn't mean to let him go, and his footsteps moved to the left, blocking Chu Feng.

Huizong's scroll was already rolled up in Chu Feng's hands, and there was nothing to see on the back except for sporadic ink.

Chu Feng looked at He Junhao. smiled faintly and sighed slightly: "Why is Brother He so persistent." ”

That's right, he didn't know how good He Junhao's painting skills were in front of him, but Chu Feng knew that in his era, there were not many people who could surpass Huizong in calligraphy and painting.

He Junhao also has a rolled-up painting in his hand, which is obvious. He's going to race too.

If Chu Feng really competed with He Junhao with his own paintings, Chu Feng might not be able to win. But now in such a situation, it can only be that he He Junhao is asking for his own hardship.

So Chu Feng smiled and sighed.

This sound fell into He Junhao's ears, but it became a provocation full of contempt, which made him very annoyed.

"You-" He Junhao's eyes narrowed, and there was an angry look on his face.

"Brother Chu. Brother Chu! I didn't expect to see you here! Xiao Ting hurried through the crowd, walked between the two with a smile, and pressed their shoulders with both hands.

Xiao Ting smiled and said to Chu Feng: "Brother Chu, has the matter of the calligraphy and painting shop been completed?" If you knew that we should send someone over to ask a question, you can come to this Fan Tower together. He looked up again at the attic room that Chu Feng had walked out of. asked with a smile, "It seems that Brother Chu also has noble friends, I don't know which one is in the upstairs room?" There are not many people who need guards to guard the door here in Fanlou. ”

"Brother Xiao," Chu Feng still had no complaints about Xiao Ting, so he smiled, "It was rude to leave in a hurry before, but this one upstairs is the source of everything." It's a guest of the calligraphy and painting shop, but I really don't know who my surname is. ”

Where would Xiao Ting believe this, he only regarded it as Chu Feng's prevarication, but he didn't force it, he just laughed and said: "Brother Chu doesn't know, Jun Hao is a well-known painting idiot in our Tokyo City, and in order to compare painting skills with others, he can ignore everything." You're a good kid, before you started the competition on the top of the mountain, you hung our Jun Hao there. Ha ha! Jun Hao was angry, but fortunately, the two of you seem to be old enemies, and you finally met in this kind of place.

If you are not mistaken, this picture in Brother Chu's hand must also be a beauty? Although the two of you missed the competition on the top of the mountain, now you can compete by chance! Ha ha! Jun Hao, did you say? ”

Xiao Ting's words can be regarded as even dispelled, smiling as if he was throwing something casually, and the tense atmosphere between the two of them was dispelled between the laughter and scolding, which is not amazing.

Chu Feng glanced at Xiao Ting gratefully, and Xiao Ting bowed his head quietly.

He Junhao obviously felt that these words were very reasonable, and at this time, most of the anger in his heart disappeared, and he only looked at Chu Feng and sneered, and said, "Brother Chu, please!" ”

After that, I threw off my sleeves first.

Xiao Ting felt slightly embarrassed, and he had already expected such a situation in his heart, so he smiled at Chu Feng and said: "Brother Chu, don't care, Jun Hao, he has a somewhat out-of-character character, which is different from ordinary people." His talent is indeed high, and we don't usually have much to do with him. But Jun Hao is a good person in his bones, but he is arrogant on his face, Brother Chu, don't take it to heart. ”

Chu Feng smiled slightly and said, "Brother Xiao doesn't have to care, I know a lot of characters like Brother He." People who have always been talented will inevitably have something extraordinary, and I think this Brother He must be the same. ”

"Brother Chu is young but has the ability to recognize people, which is amazing." Xiao Ting praised casually, thought about it, and said, "Brother Chu is a reasonable person, how can I say this thing...... Brother He's painting skills are indeed brilliant. It can be said that in the city of Tokyo, Brother He's attainments in Danqing are almost unique, and I, Xiao Ting, can only look at it, far beyond it. In this competition, Jun Hao is also quite confident......"

Xiao Ting said this, glanced at Chu Feng's face, and saw that he couldn't see anything, so he continued: "Brother He's temperament, if he wins others, he won't throw his sleeves and leave directly, I'm afraid he will say something." These words may not come from the bottom of my heart when I am excited, so ......"

The words have been said here, and Chu Feng can't understand it. Xiao Ting's words meant to say: In this competition, He Junhao will definitely win. Moreover, if He Junhao wins, he will definitely say something ridiculous and sarcastic. So, Chu Feng, you have to be mentally prepared first! Don't be unbearable then, vomit three liters of blood!

Chu Feng saw that Xiao Ting was embarrassed, so he smiled and said, "Brother Xiao doesn't have to care, I understand, and don't worry!" It's just a fun time in Fan Lou, and it's not a big deal, so I won't take it seriously. ”

"That's good, that's good!" Xiao Ting breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, sighed in his heart, and walked towards the middle of the flower hall with Chu Feng with a smile.

In the middle of the flower hall, there are already people receiving everyone's paintings, and the finished manuscripts have been handed over to a young girl, and they are not unfolding now.

Of course, there are also people who can't wait to show their paintings to everyone, and get a few words of flattery or ridicule.

The incense of the timekeeping is still burning on the stage, but it has already seen the bottom, and the people who have not finished painting are flying with their pens.

The picture scrolls were handed over one by one like snowflakes, and Chu Feng handed over the picture scrolls in his hand, and couldn't help but smile, feeling that this feeling was really not much different from handing in the exam papers. Moreover, the paper I handed in was obtained by cheating.

At this thought, Chu Feng couldn't help but laugh.

"What is it that makes Brother Chu so happy?" Xiao Ting thought it was interesting and asked with a smile.

Chu Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm just wondering if it was also so lively during the autumn painting academy's scientific expedition." ”

Xiao Ting looked around and said with a smile: "Don't really say it, although the number of participants will be a little more than today, the pattern is similar." There are some topics on the spot, but most of the scientific examinations of the painting academy are poems and other sentences, which are much more elegant than such topics. (To be continued.) )