Yang Wei didn't answer, just sneered, revealing a look of yourself weighing it yourself.

got up and stood up, followed Xin Wei's buttocks who had washed the dishes, and both of them got into the stove, one started to light the fire, and the other started to cook.

I still use an earthen stove, the kind that burns firewood.

Yang Chen was left alone looking at the afterglow of the sunset, a little depressed.

Dinner was sumptuous, the kind of hearty with big fish and big meat, country specialty.

Xin Wei's home-cooking skills are also passable, and he is also very enthusiastic about Yang Chen, constantly putting vegetables in his bowl and beckoning him to eat more, which is a bit of a hostess.

Yang Chenle flattered, but his eyes were always a little strange to see Yang Wei's reaction, and the old guy was very leisurely.

Of course, there is another reason for Xin Wei's enthusiasm, because I heard that Yang Chen is in Yicheng, and it happens that her daughter is studying in Yicheng.

Yang Wei also spoke, "You kid have time to go and see if they need help." ”

Yang Wei smirked at Xin Wei and agreed, so Xin Wei enthusiastically added a piece of chicken leg to his bowl.

After dinner, the three of them chatted while watching TV, Yang Wei basically didn't speak, Xin Wei kept asking, asking about the situation in Yicheng, and it could be seen that he was very concerned about his daughter's living environment.

The muscles on Yang Chen's face were about to stiffen with laughter, and he replied seriously.

chatted until the middle of the night, Xin Wei was still unsatisfied, and in the end, Yang Wei made a decision and dragged her into the room, Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly hid back in the house to sleep.

Who knows, it didn't take long for the sound of fierce fighting in the next room to hear the sound of fierce battles, the quiet in the mountains, and the sound insulation of the house was not good, and the movement at night could be heard very clearly.

Yang Chenna was speechless, thinking that the old guy was too shameless, and he didn't know the convergence point when a guest came.

After an hour or two, the unbearable sound died down, and Yang Chen was finally able to sleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, Yang Chen got up and came outside the house, he was stunned.

I saw Xin Wei standing under the old tree with a ruddy face, posing motionless, his complexion was very good, and it was estimated that he had nothing to do with Yang Wei's moisturizing.

And Yang Wei was standing in front of a wooden table, carrying a brush and splashing ink, Yang Chen leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help but be fascinated.

I saw Yang Wei's pen walking the dragon and snake, the tip of the pen bounced lightly, smoothly swayed, almost without any pause, a picture of a lady was natural in a blink of an eye, Xin Wei in the painting was like a goddess of Wushan, almost jumped out.

In particular, Yang Wei gave the artistic conception in the painting, painting a mediocrely dressed Xin Wei as a fairy, and even giving the old trees behind Xin Wei and the mountains in the distance a dream.

After finishing the painting, he quickly picked up the pen and inscribed the year, month and day of painting in the lower corner in the form of the dry branch of the lunar calendar, but did not leave a name.

After putting down the pen, Yang Wei picked up the painting and blew the ink, and said with a smile: "The painting is finished, come over and see how the painting goes." ”

Xin Wei put down his posture, only to find that Yang Chen was also watching from the side, and suddenly Xia Fei's cheeks were a little embarrassed.

However, after walking and seeing the painting in Yang Wei's hand, his eyes bloomed with brilliance, and he seemed to be a little unable to believe that he was painting it.

He glanced at Yang Wei affectionately, a little watery and sticky, touched his cheek, and asked weakly, "Is it me who painted it?" How can I be so beautiful. ”

"Of course it's you, it was originally drawn against you, and you yourself are much better looking than the one in the painting." Yang Wei said very seriously.

He handed over the painting to her, picked up a pen and pulled a piece of paper and asked, "Nie Xin's address is reported." ”

Xin Wei hurriedly reported his daughter Nie Xin's school address and class, and the tip of the pen in Yang Wei's hand jumped, and he wrote it in one go.

put down the pen, picked up a blow of ink, took the painting in Xin Wei's hand, and handed it to Yang Chen together: "After seeing Aunt Xin's daughter, give her this painting, and treat it as her photo." ”

"If you don't leave the painting, I'll go to town and take a picture!" Xin Wei looked at the painting and said with some reluctance.

To tell the truth, she was completely conquered by this painting, and really wanted to keep this painting and take it out from time to time to see what she was like in her dreams.

Yang Wei's painting gave her a feeling that was more beautiful than a dream, and she was reluctant! bar

"Okay, that girl hasn't been back for two years, send her a painting, it's more memorable." Yang Wei looked at her and said with a joking face: "Isn't it just a painting, the people who paint are all by your side, as long as you serve well at night, don't say one, ten hundred pictures are all a casual matter." ”

"It's not in shape." Xin Weijiao said angrily, but she didn't talk about photography anymore, and smiled at Yang Chen: "Xiao Yang, I'm sorry for you." ”

"It's okay, it's a matter of the way." Yang Chen took the painting and said with a smile.

"Your uncle said that I have something to talk to you, I won't bother you, I will go to the town to greet the business in the store, there is breakfast in the kitchen pot, let your uncle get it for you for lunch, and I will get dinner when I come back." After Xin didn't give a brief explanation, he went down the mountain.

After watching her drive the carriage away from the courtyard under the mountain, Yang Chen unfolded the ink painting in his hand again, shook his head and said: "Old man, you are too ruthless, using this method to pick up girls is a big killer, no wonder the first beauty in Kangzhen has been soaked by you." ”

"Pickled girl?" Yang Wei was stunned, and after reacting, he said in a loud voice: "That's, it's not the first beauty in Kangzhen, I don't soak yet, and I don't see who your master is, who wouldn't do it if he spends money to pick up girls?" Whoever you give money, anyone can do it, but that's not called a pickle girl, that's called playing girl, like your master and me, with real skills, is really called a pickle girl. ”

"I'm not ashamed." Yang Chen glanced at it with disdain, looked at the things in his hand and said: "But this painting, it seems to be okay, I really can't see it, you still have this hand." ”

"Put things away and find them in the kitchen if you want to eat." Yang Wei said as he put away the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and moved back to the house with the table.

Yang Chen dried the ink in the wind, rolled it up and went back to the room and put it in his bag.

After washing, go to the kitchen to remove the lid of the stove, there is boiled white rice porridge in the pot, and there are boiled eggs and salted duck eggs on the side, as well as some side dishes.

I found a bowl and chopsticks and filled something casually, and as soon as I took the bowl outside, I heard a heroic erhu sound.

Following the sound, Yang Wei didn't know when he ran to the branch of an ancient tree, sat cross-legged, looked at the reckless mountains in the distance, and played the erhu frame impassionedly on his legs, which was very different from the usual sparse pull.

Yang Chen took the porridge and squatted under the tree to drink it slowly.

The erhu sound on the trees became more and more intense, the pride and desolation gradually became entangled and rolled and reverberate, a gust of mountain wind blew, and Yang Wei's vicissitudes of life and heroic voice echoed together with the erhu sound.

Yang Chen, who was squatting under the tree and drinking porridge, was stunned, and slowly looked up at the old guy sitting cross-legged on the tree and playing the erhu, as if he didn't know each other.

I have never seen him sing so impassionedly, with the vicissitudes of life on his face, and the glint in his eyes is undoubtedly revealed.

Yang Chen faintly felt that the old man called him this time, and he might have to say something extraordinary, because at this time, the old man expressed the passion hidden in his heart......

After Yang Chen silently drank the porridge, he ran to the mountain stream and washed the dishes and chopsticks and came back, Yang Wei was still singing to himself over and over again, I don't know where he had so much sentimentality to vent today.

It wasn't until the rising sun bloomed that ten thousand golden rays of light shone on the vast land that the sound of erhu stopped in the throat, and Yang Wei on the branch turned over and floated to the ground, carrying the erhu back to the house.

When I came out again, my steps were light, like stepping on clouds.

He took three sticks of incense in his hand and a bottle of liquor.

When he walked under the tree, the liquor was handed to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen directly picked off the cap of the wine bottle that had not been opened, and stood silently beside Yang Wei, standing solemnly.

The three sticks of incense were all in Yang Wei's hands, and I saw Yang Wei's thumb and index finger pinching the three incense sticks and twisting them, and immediately saw that the cigarette smoke was swirling, and the three incense sticks were lit by him empty-handed, and the fire on the incense head was dim.

Then I saw him wave his hand, 'aggressive' three times, and the three incense sticks were neatly inserted on the ground under the big tree.

Stretching out his hand to the side, Yang Chen gave him the wine bottle with both hands.

Yang Wei raised his head and took a sip, then handed it to Yang Chen, and Yang Chen poured a sip of white wine like him.

The wine bottle returned to Yang Wei's hand, and the clear liquor poured out of the bottle, Yang Wei took the wine bottle and swayed it around the three incense sticks, and the empty wine bottle was thrown into the distance by him 'whoosh'.

For a time, the flat ground halfway up the mountain was filled with the aroma of wine.

The two masters and apprentices stood on the edge of the mountain one after the other, Yang Wei stood with his hands in his hands, and said indifferently: "I heard Mu Shanqing say that the Xingyao Gang and the Changxing Gang want to attack the Qingtian Group?" ”

"Uh...... Mu Shanqing told you about this? Yang Chen was stunned, and said with a suspicious expression: "Could it be that you called me here for this?" ”

Yang Wei didn't say anything explicitly, just snorted coldly, looked into the distance with his hands, and said proudly: "There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are overlords, they are not small, they dare to move on my head, if it weren't for the fact that they still inherit the inheritance of Tianmen, I would have to go out of the mountain to sweep them away!" ”