"How can a character like Mr. Yiming be as knowledgeable as those of them." Fan Qiubai smiled slightly, very confident.

Changsheng clapped his hands and praised: "The little lady expected it to be good! Mr. Xixi simply ignored their words, and didn't even bother to return them. But after such a fuss, everyone was interested. Originally, after an ink painting meeting, everyone felt a little tired. But in the end, Mr. Xixi took out such a 'baby', so even Lord Zhizhou thought it was funny, stepped forward to take a look with a smile, and said to Mr. Xixi, "Zhengqing, if you dare to deceive us, you don't have to participate in this year's township test." ”

"Ahh That's too serious! Feibai said in surprise.

Fan Qiubai said with a smile: "Lord Zhizhou, where would you really deprive Mr. Yiming of his qualifications to participate in the township examination because of this kind of thing?" It's just a joke, and only a stupid girl like you can take it seriously! It's just that if the painting that Mr. Yiming took out was really vulgar...... It's not a good thing for Mr.'s reputation in the end. ”

"Yes, yes! Changsheng, don't hang people's appetites! Hurry up and finish! Feibai was so anxious that he jumped to his feet and urged.

"Hee-hee!" Changsheng smiled, and continued, "Where is Mr. Xixi afraid of this, he has bamboo in his chest......"

"That's called 'confident'!" Flying white puffed up to grab white.

"Oh! Have an ace up one's sleeve! Changsheng grinned, "Sir, he slowly unfolded the scroll, and said as he showed it, 'This is what a friend of mine did overnight after hearing about the Ink Painting Society. My friend had a habit of getting drunk before painting, and then getting drunk when he was done. Now I'm drunk at home, so I took this scroll for everyone to enjoy. ’”

Fan Qiubai couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Tang has a 'drunken element', is it possible that our Great Song Dynasty will also produce a great painter who is famous for being drunk?" ”

"Little lady? What is 'Turbulence'? Feibai asked curiously.

Fan Qiubai explained: "'Bump' is Zhang Xu, and the history books say that he 'writes every time he is drunk, he calls for the fox to go, or writes with ink on his head. When they wake up, they think that God cannot be restored. The world is calling for Zhang Dian'. This Zhang Xu is very good at calligraphy, but every time he has to get drunk, he will only put down his pen after calling everywhere. Sometimes, I even use my hair to write with ink on it! He said that after he woke up, he didn't have that kind of calligraphy spirit. Therefore, the world calls him 'Zhang Dian'. ”

"There are such weirdos in the world!" Feibai grinned when he heard this, "So, that Huaisu is the same?" But what a strange name he has! Is the surname Huai? This surname is really rare, is it a foreigner? ”

"Huaisu is a monk." Fan Qiubai said with a smile, "But like Zhang Dian, Huaisu was called a 'drinking monk' by the people at that time, and I heard that he was once drunk nine times a day. Every time he got drunk, he would also pick up his pen and wave it, and it is said that once again, he was drunk and wrote dozens of corridors in the monastery before he would give up. Li Bai once wrote a poem to praise him: The young master is called Huaisu, and the cursive writing is known as the only step in the world. The ink pool flew out of the Beiming fish, and the pen killed all the mountain rabbits! is so chic and wild, it is difficult to find in ancient and modern times. ”

"That's amazing!" Feibai's eyes widened when he heard this, and he was amazed.

"More than that!" Fan Qiubai pursed his lips and smiled, "Huaisu's arrogance, coupled with the arrogance of the poets, even wrote the words 'Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying, and a few waves in ancient times'!" Wang Yishao is Wang Xizhi, Zhang Boying is Zhang Xu, and Li Bai are these two sentences, but they belittled the two great calligraphers miserably! ”

Fan Qiubai explained, and felt a little agitated in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly admire: Shixian's bearing is probably really unprecedented!

Changsheng continued at this time: "Yes, I heard that Mr. Xixi meant this, it seems to be saying that his friend is quite a bit crazy, and Lord Tongju also mentioned 'upside down drunk', but the little one didn't understand it at the time, it turned out to be this kind of meaning." ”

"Don't be sluggish! Mr. Nasisi must have unfolded the painting, didn't he? After they saw it, what was their reaction? Is it good or bad! Say it! Feibai was so anxious that his little face was about to turn red.

"Hee-hee!" Changsheng smiled, "It's okay, I'm too far away to see clearly." Anyway, that Mr. Cheng Yuan was just a cold bystander from a distance at first, but after the picture scroll was fully unfolded, he actually pushed away others in three or two steps and rushed to the front of the picture scroll, looked at it for a long time, and then grabbed our family San Langjun and didn't let go, and asked if this painting was painted by the Fan family. ”

Fan Qiubai was also confused this time, and wondered: "Why do you ask that?" Isn't it the painting that Mr. Ichimaru took away? What does it have to do with the Fan family? ”

Changsheng explained: "San Langjun also asked so, and then Mr. Cheng Yuan sneered and said, 'This kind of cloud and mist charm, except for the children of the Fan family who have obtained the true inheritance of Fan Zhongli, who else can draw it?' ’”

Fan Zhongli is Fan Kuan, and "neutral" is Fan Kuan's word.

"What!" Fan Qiubai was shocked when he heard this, and he actually got up. She has never been able to draw clouds and mist well since she was a child...... No, it should be said that the entire Fan family has never been able to get into the clouds and mist since their grandfather, how could it appear in the hands of Mr. Yiming?

"Changsheng, did Mr. Cheng Yuan say anything else? How good is the painting? Fan Qiubai's pair of autumn water cut pupils are clear and clear, and they are clear and penetrating.

Changsheng shook his head and said, "How good it is, Mr. Cheng Yuan didn't say it, and I don't know." However, after San Langjun denied it and Mr. Xixi explained it slightly, Mr. Cheng Yuan thought for a moment and said a word. ”

"What?" Fan Qiubai and Feibai's master and servant asked together.

Changsheng was taken aback by the momentum of the two of them, and took half a step back: "Uh, that, Mr. Cheng Yuan said - I want to take this person as an apprentice!" ”

……

……

When Chu Feng woke up, it was already twilight.

He opened his eyes and looked at it in a daze, looking at the rain curtain dripping under the eaves outside the window, listening to the sound of falling rain, and felt very calm.

Listening to the rain in the window is a very comfortable thing.

Li Shangyin said, "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of the rain", but unfortunately there are no lotus leaves in the courtyard, and now the spring rain can't hit the residual lotus.

But this voice is beautiful after all, even after a thousand years, Chu Feng often listens to the sound of rain for a while during the holidays. Especially in the dead of night, without the hustle and bustle of traffic, the sound of rain is clearer and more moving.

He likes the rain, the mountain clouds and mist brought by the rain, and the shallow rain that sets up a veil-like curtain after falling on the water.

Of course, when it rains, it's best to enjoy it indoors, or to hold an umbrella outside. If you encounter no eaves to shelter from the rain and no umbrella to support, although the green shirt is wet, it is somewhat elegant, but if it is raining heavily, it will inevitably be a little embarrassed. is like Su Shi's "roaring and walking", which is not something that ordinary minds can achieve.

Chu Feng thought about Su Dongpo and Su Dongpo all day long, this taste is almost the same as a girl with a young spring! At this thought, I couldn't help but smile slightly.

When I stood up, I felt that the bones in my back hurt, and my head was swollen and painful.

Chu Feng was a little puzzled, looked around at the embarrassment, and thought about it for a long time before he remembered what had happened before......

I went to see the West Lake, bought some wine, came back to paint, and then ...... Chu Feng looked out the window and blinked, and found that what happened after that had become a blank for him.

Belch...... Chu Feng scratched his head, looked around, the pen and ink were indeed there, the pen had not been washed, and it was still stained with ink, but where did the painting go? The skewed flask is already empty, has it been drunk by itself? How long did you sleep? What's the reason for such a pain in the lower back?

This kind of pain in the lower back...... It's like the feeling of having a quarrel with my parents when I was a child, and I ran to my classmates to make a bunk. But that's because the floor is too hard, and the bones hurt. Just now, I obviously slept on the bed, why do I still feel like this?

Could it be that if you drink too much, in addition to headaches, you will also have this feeling of pain all over your body? I've never heard anyone say it, and I haven't written it in a book...... Chu Feng was puzzled and scratched his head.

"Ouch! You're awake! ”

At this time, Liu Zhengqing, who was half covered in rain, walked in, put the oil-paper umbrella in his hand outside the door, and looked at Chu Feng with a smile.

"Brother Liu?" Chu Feng looked at the bucket box in his hand and blinked, "There is no one else in this courtyard except me, I didn't go to open the door for you, how did you get in?" ”

Liu Zhengqing spread his hands and smiled, and replied very calmly: "Of course I climbed over the wall and came in." ”

Chu Feng blinked again, not knowing what to say.

Liu Zhengqing put the bucket box on the table, laughed and said: "It's rare to see you so stupid, it finally makes me feel a little comfortable, I don't feel that the gap between me and you is so big!" ”

Chu Feng didn't understand too much, but remembered something and asked, "Brother Liu is here to ask me to participate in the Ink Painting Society?" ”

Liu Zhengqing rolled his eyes: "The ink meeting is over, if you wake up, the daylily will be cold!" ”

"That's it." When Chu Feng heard that he was drunk and had made a mistake, he couldn't help but feel a slight heat, but there was no chagrin or anger, after all, for him, the Ink Society was not a very important thing. It's just that it's a pity that I can't look at the famous paintings and calligraphy on display.

"I said, why are you so boring, kid?" Liu Zhengqing originally wanted to watch some good dramas, such as Chu Feng's anger and anxiety, but obviously, he didn't succeed. So Liu Zhengqing sighed and played with the taste again, "Brother Chu, you have to thank me this time!" ”