Qiu Ying looked up, and the content of the painting was this dilapidated courtyard, which was obviously made by the owner of this place, and it was clear at a glance.

Guo Wenping was stunned, looking down, it was a very unfamiliar painting, sketched with charcoal, a bit like the techniques passed down from those Western countries.

When he was drinking with his friends, he had seen similar paintings in the inn, and it didn't seem to be very popular in Dashun.

Looking up at Mr. Qiu Ying's eyes, he obviously liked it very much.

Is it that good?

Guo Wenping didn't remember why the painting was on his desk, but he didn't say anything negative for a while.

He suddenly couldn't help but hesitate.

Although Mr. Qiu was kind just now, he could see that his old man didn't take him into account as a down-and-out scholar at all.

Guo Wenping felt that this was an opportunity.

It may even be the chance of heaven falling specifically for him.

He involuntarily lowered his head and smiled ambiguously: "My painting skills are clumsy, these things are small ways after all." ”

Qiu Ying laughed: "How many things in the world are not small roads, little brother, don't be presumptuous, just your hand painting, no matter how good you are to hone one or two, within three years, it will become a climate, I said, if you are not allowed, you come back and beat me!" ”

Guo Wenping's face was flushed.

Wang Tian was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Sir, it seems that my brother is destined for you, why don't you accept him and let him be my junior brother, okay?" ”

Guo Wenping was also clever, and immediately knelt down to apprentice.

Qiu Ying thought about it, showed a slight smile on his face, looked at the scribbled and unfinished painting in his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, apprenticeship should also be serious apprenticeship, and I will talk about it later." ”

Although he didn't let him bow immediately, looking at Qiu Ying's meaning, he should solemnly hold a bow ceremony and take him into the door.

Guo Wenping was overjoyed, he could no longer imagine that he could have such an opportunity, and the decadence of many days was swept away.

Qiu Ying was also happy, and even couldn't wait to squint his eyes: "Let's go, take you to Jiangnan Academy, let you have a long experience." ”

He wants to lead this kid to Song Ran, if the old boy knows that the painting he wants has been bought by himself, and even the painter has gone into his pocket, in this life, the old boy will not want to get his wish.

Well, unless he's willing to plead with himself!

Jiangnan Academy

Library

"Ahh

Mr. Song suddenly sneezed twice.

Yang Yuying glanced up at him, and hurriedly moved her steps away from him.

Song Ran nodded: "You should be careful." ”

Children don't catch colds, and colds affect learning.

Yang Yuying smiled, and Rong Gongzi cautiously probed over from behind and gently tugged at her sleeve.

The two of them quietly got up and retreated to the back, avoiding Song Ran, and Rong Gongzi breathed a sigh of relief: "You dare to be so close to Mr. Song?" ”

Yang Yuying raised the book to cover her face, and said with a smile: "If there is any gossip, hurry up and say, there is something else to do." ”

She felt that she was a little depraved.

She wasn't such a trouble-seeking person before, what does it matter to her about other people's gossip?

It can only be said that those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black, and they have been dealing with characters like Rong Gongzi for a long time, and they have also been infected with a good thing.

If you don't hear a few interesting gossip every day, it's like something is missing.

Hmm, only better than Rong Gongzi, she is quite deserved, and she only listens to the gossip by herself, and does not spread it around.

However, there doesn't seem to be much to preach.

Back then, her own marshal was so admired and loved by others, and as her own person who was clear about his private virtues, she never passed on the marshal's gossip, not to mention this little thing now.

"Didn't our Mr. Song stumble a while ago and let a guy surnamed Qiu take the lead and buy a painting he likes? He was uncomfortable with this for several days, and heard that he would wait in the shop that sold calligraphy and paintings whenever he was free. ”

In this regard, Rong Gongzi was a little incomprehensible.

"I usually like vassal elegance, everyone loves famous paintings, and it's pleasing to the eye when you look at it, but why is it so thoughtful, if you don't have this one, you can buy the next one, there are thousands of paintings in the world, there are many good paintings, if you don't buy it, you can't buy it, it's nothing."

"Our Mr. Song is just lingering, just want him to fancy the picture, it is said that it is to let the little guy go home to get a money, the painting will be in the hands of others, if it is bought by the gentlemen of our academy, maybe he likes it, it can be transferred, it is not transferred, he comes to the house to enjoy it casually, then it is absolutely no problem."

"The one surnamed Qiu doesn't deal with our Mr. Song, the two of them have personal grudges, let this one take the lead, shouldn't our husband be even more angry?"

Yang Yuying casually turned the pages of the book.

It's all old gossip.

Mr. Song is a serious person and doesn't like to laugh in class, but his good mood and bad mood can still be felt by the students.

It's already hard to entangle this gentleman when he's in a good mood, and when he is in a bad mood, it makes the students want to die.

Some time ago, the students gritted their teeth when they mentioned the surname Qiu, and it is estimated that there are more than one or two people who want to form a group to put on his sack.

"There is new progress."

Rong Gongzi mysteriously leaned over and said in a low voice, "The person surnamed Qiu found the painter who painted the painting, and he is walking towards our Jiangnan Academy, this afternoon, at most tomorrow, this must be specifically for Mr. Song, I'm afraid there will be a lot of excitement recently." ”

Having said that, Rong Gongzi was still a little unhappy.

"I'll tell you secretly, our Mr. Song likes calligraphy and painting very much, and he likes famous works, and sometimes he can't put down the works of some newcomers, and to what extent he likes it, people who have never seen it can't imagine it."

Rong Gongzi looked left and right, as if he was afraid to listen to others, "Almost seven years ago, he once got a picture of a hundred horses from my brother, the painting is excellent, a hundred flying horses, different expressions, look at the money is made by Xiao Xiangzi, Mr. Song likes it very much, he also sees it day and night, if he doesn't look at it for a while before going to bed, he can't even sleep, that day he returned home from Jiangnan Academy, Nanhuai Lane suddenly caught fire, the fire burned half of the sky red, and everyone desperately fled out. ”

"Mr. Song's house was also on fire, and the little servants stopped him from entering, but our Mr. Song lied and deceived his subordinates, and slipped into the house by himself, and did nothing else, just to rescue his paintings."

"Fortunately, his family was only affected, not the source of the fire, and his bedroom had just begun to burn, so it finally didn't kill our Song Xian."

Yang Yuying was also shocked when she heard this: "You like it so much? ”

"Not really."

Rong Gongzi sighed, "When others look at him as serious and serious, I never thought that he would have such an obsessive hobby, if it wasn't for a coincidence, I wouldn't know." ”

"A few days ago, he ran to the 'Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting' at our door every day, and he went whenever he was free, and he must have liked that painting very much."

"Now that the person surnamed Qiu has come to the door with the painter, if Mr. Song really can't get it, I don't know how uncomfortable it will be."

Young Master Rong glanced at Song Ran carefully, "I hope I don't ...... it"

Before the words fell, a hearty laugh came from outside the library building.