Xia Yuhui smiled and nodded, sat down on both sides, and said a few words, Xia Yuhui is obviously an open-minded person, witty in conversation, but without losing the elegance of a reader, and looks very reliable.

Then Xia Yuhui asked her: "I heard that Tang Xiaoniang wants to recruit a master, is she not talented, and she is quite proficient in all matters such as criminal name, Qian Gu, and Wenmu, I don't know if Tang Xiaoniang thinks it can be done?" ”

Tang Shiyue smiled: "I see that you have two carts of books, don't you already plan to stay?" ”

Xia Yuhui smiled: "Then it has to be the little owner's nod." ”

Tang Shiyue said with a righteous face: "You came to defect with your net worth with a letter from Mr. because you believe in Mr., and of course I also believe in Mr. ......" She suddenly showed a fox smile, and the words changed, "But, as a profiteer, I will lower the price if you are like this." ”

Xia Yuhui laughed out loud.

was so teased by her, and his detached politeness was accepted immediately.

Xia Yuhui smiled and said: "I have nothing to do at home for a long time, not to mention, I have never seen Wenqu praise a person like this, as if I don't come, I will give away the 'famous world'...... How could I not come? ”

Tang Shiyue quickly grasped a key point: "Did Mr. praise me?" How to boast? How many pages are there in total? Xia Yuhui choked, she blinked her eyes, and changed her words: "How many words?" ”

Xia Yuhui: "......"

He looked at Xu Wenqu silently. The latter laughed, and without asking, he knew that she must have remembered him scolding Wang for an hour. It is said that many people still wrote down dozens of pages silently......

Xu Wenqu said with a smile: "When I become a king and a family, I will write a book and a biography for you, and write a ...... Thick one. ”

Tang Shiyue was satisfied, and said with a smile: "Then thank you Mr. first!" ”

Qi Jing sat aside and glanced at her silently, but Tang Shiyue didn't pay attention.

In the face of people who meet for the first time but are likely to cooperate for a long time, she is in long-sleeved dancing mode at this time, and she really hasn't noticed Qi Xiaolang.

The coachman came in and asked, "Xia Langjun, do you want to unload the things?" ”

"Well, yes," Tang Shiyue stood up: "Does Mr. Xia want to live alone, or live in the martial arts hall?" ”

Xu Wenqu intercepted: "Just live here with me." ”

Xu Wenqu's house is much larger than Tang Shiyue's stone house, the front courtyard is very large, there are no wings, but in addition to the study flower hall in front, there is a row of bedrooms in the back, and now only Tang Junchen often stays overnight, and everyone else lives in the stone house, and some are empty rooms.

Xia Yuhui responded, and everyone followed him over to help him clean up.

In fact, there was nothing to clean up, Xia Yuhui didn't bring anything with him, only books and some ink, inkstones, and the like.

Tang Shiyue went out and called Chen Jiu and asked him to go to the town to buy everything he needed.

When he came back, he saw Xu Wenqu and the two of them unfolding a painting and looking at it together, Xu Wenqu was obviously very surprised: "I don't want you to have the real works of the waste people in the border city in your hands." ”

Xia Yuhui protected it with her hands like a child, "I only have this one, you don't want to take it." ”

"Why are you so stingy!"

"It's not that I'm stingy, the waste man in the border city hasn't released a new work for a few years, and many people guess that he has become an ancient ...... If he had indeed gone into seclusion or had died, the paintings he had left behind would have been a great success. ”

Xu Wenqu groaned for a moment, and his excited expression also subsided: "Yes." If that's true......" He shook his head and said no more.

Tang Shiyue glanced at it curiously.

On the painting, it seems to be an ordinary farmhouse, a woman is washing clothes by the stream with a blank face, and at the door of a small farmhouse next to her, there is a young man looking at her from a distance, with a very complicated expression, and under the tree at the door of the farmhouse, a woman sitting on a horse is also squinting at this offspring.

In short, the resentment and hatred between the three people came out through the paper, not to mention the surrounding scenery. If this is brought to the school to "look at pictures and tell stories", it is estimated that dozens of versions can be easily told.

The wonderful thing is that he is not a meticulous sketch, but he is very good at grasping the characteristics, with a few strokes, the characters are vividly on the page.

Xia Yuhui turned his head to see her, so he asked her, "Little owner, what do you think?" ”

Tang Shiyue said without hesitation: "I still like Mr. painting." ”

"Oh?" Xia Yuhui said: "Ask Qu's painting? ”

Xu Wenqu said with a smile: "Mo Hu said, I am far inferior to him in calligraphy and painting." ”

"I know, the style is different!" Tang Shiyue said: "I just prefer Mr.'s painting style." ”

Xia Yuhui said: "Why? ”

"Because," Tang Shiyue thought for a while: "How to say it, Mr.'s painting, Mao Xian'er, this person's painting, very down-to-earth, let's take the simplest example, let them all paint a beauty, Mr. must paint the flower and the moon, magnificent or something, and this person's painting will definitely draw the pockmarks on the face, the faded hairpin on the head, and a little stain on the clothes...... Something, it's too realistic. ”

She frowned: "There is a story in the painting, but this story makes people feel depressed, it is not as good as the painting of Mr., so that people will feel better when they see it." ”

"There is a story in the painting," Xia Yuhui nodded again and again: "These words speak the essence of the paintings of the waste people in the border city." ”

Tang Shiyue said again: "I think this person must be unhappy." ”

Xia Yuhui asked, "Oh? ”

She said: "Let's compare with Mr., although he has also experienced setbacks, but his paintings still give people a feeling of high morale, that is, the kind of confidence and confidence that 'as long as I want to, fame and fortune are at your fingertips'." But this man, he gives me the feeling...... He did not observe these people for the sake of painting, but he saw the joys and sorrows of these people, felt himself, and then expressed them through calligraphy and painting. ”

She thought for a while: "I think his unhappiness is not the kind of unhappiness that is depressed, nor is it the kind of unhappiness that worries about the country and the people, it's ...... It's the kind of bird that is unhappy when its wings are tied. ”

She just spoke casually, and the attention of the three of them was on the painting, and no one saw Qi Jing standing next to her, revealing a complicated expression that could not be concealed.

Before she could turn her head to look, he quickly turned and stepped out.

"He is not the kind of unhappiness that is depressed, nor is he the kind of unhappiness that worries about the country and the people, but the unhappiness of the birds being tied up with their wings."

She was right, at that time, wasn't my father like a caged bird?

This little lady is really enlightened, perhaps because she is not an "expert", so she can better see what is hidden in the painting.

If Daddy is still here, they must like her very much......

Qi Jing sighed silently.

Tang Shiyue patted him on the back: "What are you doing?" Yourself here! ”

Qi Xiaolang settled down.

If you tell her that they are chatting hotly and he can't interject, he will feel like a kid who wants candy.

So he said maturely and calmly: "Do you think I'm boring? ”

"Huh?" Tang Shiyue looked at him very strangely: "Otherwise? Do you still think you're funny? ”

Prayer: "......"

His lips pursed tightly.

For the sake of his good looks, Tang Shiyue poured him a bowl of chicken soup: "Don't be too greedy, the best words are not necessarily the most suitable for you, for example, if someone says that I am pure, I will definitely think he is blind." Isn't innocence a good word? Of course it is, but it's not for me! I generally only like people to praise me for the country and the city, for my peerless beauty, for my sinking fish and geese, and for being ashamed of the moon and flowers......"

Prayer: "......"