"Look at this chicken painting, although it is beautiful, it doesn't look like a chicken at all." The pot-bellied man said with a look of disdain, pointing fingers at this good-looking painting.

"You can not like my paintings, you have already bought the paintings, but you still want to say that I don't paint well, it's too deceitful." The man who sold the paintings was dressed as a scholar, and his pale blue clothes were sticky with a few points of black ink, but he didn't care much, and he fought hard to decide which was right and wrong for this pot-bellied man.

Gu Ziyuan understood what was going on, the scholar was obviously inferior to this pot-bellied man, this man didn't look easy to mess with, a gaudy gold silk robe, and two gold chains on his wrists.

Today's incident is nothing more than this pot-bellied man having nothing to do with this thin man.

"Look at this painting, if I take it and give it away, how can I send it, you see this blank space, what kind of blank space is it?" The pot-bellied man was resentful, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, as if satisfying his desire to show off.

"I don't think you know how to draw..."

"your fart..."The pot-bellied man's face turned pale, and he slammed the painting to the ground, threatening to hit this seemingly weak but weak scholar.

The thin scholar rolled up his sleeves, still not admitting defeat, and said: "Obviously, you don't know how to paint, I have been learning to paint for nine years, why don't you know how to leave blank space to be perfect." ”

The two of them were arguing with a red face and a thick neck, and Gu Ziyuan could see that this man was not a person who knew how to paint, but wanted to get attention.

The people around him were talking, and they all pointed at this scholar and whispered.

Gu Zi's eyes swept over the painting lightly, and the small animals on it were all lifelike, quite skillful.

"This guest officer, I look at the sub-painting, like a hibiscus out of the water, a galloping horse, sometimes gentle, sometimes manic, I wonder how this guest officer feels?" Gu Ziyuan was stunned, and a trace of confusion flashed on the face of the pot-bellied man.

This man felt that Gu Ziyuan had spoken a lofty word, but he didn't know the meaning of it.

He only felt that the handsome young man in front of him was not ordinary, and what he was wearing was not shabby.

So the man laughed and said, "I see something like this son." ”

Gu Ziyuan chuckled, gently helped the man who fell to the ground up, and said, "Actually, I'm just talking nonsense, since you think this painting is not good, why do you agree with my statement?" ”

The man's face instantly turned blue, and he said, "You're fooling me?" ”

The man looked very angry, and the people around him now saw the man's motives clearly, almost to one side, and the crowd of onlookers originally thought that the scholar was not painting well, but at this moment, it was the fat man who was making trouble.

Bai Rong, who was behind Gu Ziyuan, smiled softly, and this smile angered the fat man even more.

"I'll just say, I think this painting is good, but this fat pig said it was ugly, and it turned out to be looking for a sense of existence."

The pot-bellied man glanced at the crowd, all of them laughed, some didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and most of them were scolding the man for not knowing how to pretend to understand.

"Okay, good, you guys wait for me..."

After saying that, the man swaggered out of the crowd shamelessly.

"Are you alright?" Gu Ziyuan helped the scholar up, and the scholar waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's the first time I've met such an rude guest." The scholar sighed, a helpless smile on his lips.

The scholar was very grateful to Gu Ziyuan and said, "In Xia Shiluo, thank you for the grace of Gongzi to relieve the siege." ”

"My name is Gu Ziyuan, this Bai Rong." Gu Ziyuan had a good impression of this scholar for no reason, after all, in this small city, there are only a handful of people who can paint, and there are very few people who can paint.

"Hello." After the scholar finished speaking, he turned around and cleaned up the messed paintings, and several of the paintings were missing a corner, Shi Luo gritted his teeth, and didn't say anything after all.

Gu Ziyuan's good white face also helped sort out the scattered paintings, and the crowd saw that there was no excitement to see, so they all dispersed in a hurry, and the street market returned to its original peace for a while.

It's as if this farce never happened.

"The people here are really grumpy guys, but it's a pity that I still want to make some money with my paintings." The scholar took the painting and said wistfully.

Some of the paintings are now splattered with mud, and they are already blurry.

"Forget it, complaining won't save anything, I'd better go home and draw a few more words." After speaking, the scholar's tone trembled a little.

Bai Rong asked: "Your painting is indeed good, why don't you open a shop, so that there will be more profits." ”

Gu Ziyuan also said: "Yes, I think your paintings are also good, if they are used commercially, maybe they will open up a new business." ”

The scholar pursed his lips and looked at the sky, after all, there was a tear in the corner of his eye.

Bai Rong and Gu Ziyuan were stunned, this person seemed to cherish his paintings.

Shi Luo lowered his head and said, "I won't make a living with this, maybe if I do, I'll starve to death." ”

Gu Ziyuan didn't say anything, and Bai Rong was also silent to help this scholar clean up his paintings.

After all, others have their own plans, there is no need to talk about it, and they are not familiar with it, but they just meet in Pingshui.

"Actually, I am a student at Fucheng College, my academic performance is in the middle, my mother is sick, I have no choice but to sell paintings for a living, I have been painting for a long time, barely living."

Gu Ziyuan glanced at Shi Luo, then smoothed the painting in his hand and pulled off the mud little by little.

This person turned out to be a student of Fucheng College, and he came out to sell paintings for the sake of his sick mother, which is really a filial son. Gu Ziyuan was a little admired and surprised.

What is admired is Shi Luo's talent and filial piety, and what is surprised is Shi Luo's talent.

"Then what kind of beam do you have with this fat pig who came to find trouble? I think he's used to doing things like that. Bai Rong thought for a moment and then asked.

"I can't get used to me studying in Fucheng, I always come to me for trouble, I don't owe everyone favors in my life, you can go to my house for a cup of tea." Schrodau.

"He's just too much." Bai Rong said angrily.

On the way to Shi Luo's house, Bai Rong invited a doctor and went with them to Shi Luo's house.

Shi Luo's home can be said to be surrounded by four walls, and he was very grateful after seeing Bai Rong ask for a doctor.

"Thank you Miss Bai, I don't owe anyone favors in my life, I will definitely pay it back." Shi Luo said gratefully.

Shi Luo's mother fell asleep after a while, only slightly greeting.

"Don't mind, my mother..."

"We understand." Bai Rong and Gu Ziyuan whispered, lest they wake up Shi Luo's mother who was asleep.

In the courtyard, Bai Rong asked in a low voice: "You said that you are in the academy in Fucheng, I don't know how this academy in Fucheng is?" ”

"The main reason for this is that the faculty in Fucheng is strong, which is much better than the other colleges here." Shi Luo replied seriously, and in the next second, Shi Luo understood why this girl was asking this question.

"It's better for Ziyuan, you and Shi Gongzi to go to the academy together." Bai Rong looked at Gu Ziyuan fixedly and said.