"Su Mei, if you want to throw it away, won't it chill your daughter's heart?"

"Can't you see it? Our daughter is very interested in that kid. ”

"You don't give her face today, it's enough to make her uncomfortable. Besides, this is a group of people's children's hearts, so why should you be so serious. ”

Wen Jingzhi got up and walked over, held down his beloved wife's hand, and meekly persuaded.

"You just think about your daughter, why don't you think about me."

"You are good, Qinggao, you don't care about the affairs of the family. Can I leave it alone? The boss didn't hear anything about his birthday, and this son was lost. I'm going to stop being tough, my daughter is going to marry such a poor bastard again, and suffer, can you bear it? ”

When Li Sumei thought of Qin Yi's arrogance and arrogance, and there was only one old mother in the family to earn money to support the family, she couldn't imagine how miserable this family was.

"Qin Yi, this kid, although he is a little arrogant, I think my heart is still good, young people have to give a chance, take your time."

"The prince and the prince will have a kind of Xiangning, how do you know that people will not be famous in the future."

Wen Jingzhi re-rolled up the painting, buckled the medicine box, and gently persuaded.

"I don't care! I'm going to pave the way for Xueyan while I still have some ability, otherwise she will be ruined by that kid sooner or later. ”

"Look, one claims to be a world celebrity, the other claims to be the president of Dongqi, these young people are now ...... Ay! ”

Li Sumei was disappointed, her chest throbbed, and her heart hurt.

For decades, Wen Jing has only studied words, and she has been dotting her inside and outside the house, and she has her heart all her life, and she has fallen into the root of this angina.

"Sumei, quick, sit down!"

Wen Jingzhi hurriedly helped his wife sit down, serving tea and pouring water, for a while to appease.

Jingle bells!

The doorbell rang.

"Maybe an old friend comes to visit, Su Mei, you rest, I'll go to greet you."

The way of tranquility.

"I'm fine, I can't be rude, and now someone can still come to see us, this is love, but I can't leave people alone."

Li Sumei took a deep breath, pressed her chest, and the couple went downstairs.

When I opened the door, I saw two people standing outside the door.

An old friend in a tunic and Fan Zhongming, president of the Jiangdong Painting Association.

The other person was very unfamiliar, a white-bearded old man wearing a long shirt and thick reading glasses, with a fairy style.

"Jingzhi, people have been rare for sixty years, today is your birthday, and I expect you to be noisy and lively during the day, so I specially pick a clean point to give you a birthday and disturb two cups!"

Fan Zhongming bowed his hand and bowed.

"Zhong Ming came just in time, and I was worried that no one would accompany me for a drink, who is this old gentleman?"

Wen Jingzhi asked.

"Oh, this is the Lingnan miracle doctor Mr. Hu Taiyi, Hu Lao recently worked in Daqin Pharmaceutical Factory, last time I chatted with Hu Lao, talking about Mrs. has heartache, Hu Lao respects your reputation of Jingzhi, and specially came to treat Mrs.

Fan Zhongming introduced.

"It turned out to be the world-famous Doctor Hu, Su Mei is polite!"

When Li Sumei heard this, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly bent down to treat her with ancient courtesy.

Wen Jingzhi was even more overjoyed, Hu Taiyi had a great reputation in Xinglin, second only to the five top miracle doctors, and it was absolutely impossible for people to ask for help, and now he took the initiative to come to the door, wouldn't it be a blessing from God.

"Madame, please, when the old man was free, he had read Mr. Jingzhi's articles and poems, and he thought that he was a masterpiece of ancient style and elegance, and he had already made friends for a long time, and he also made friends today."

Hu Taiyi picked up Li Sumei, stroked her beard and smiled heartily.

The group entered the house.

Li Sumei was not in a hurry to see a doctor, but was busy preparing wine, fruits and vegetables.

She is usually meticulous in her work, thoughtful in her manners, and has the demeanor of everyone, even if she is sick, she does not show the slightest hint.

"Jingzhi, you have a big birthday this time, I didn't prepare any gifts, this is the most proud picture of "Hundred Birds in the Spring River" in my life, please smile."

After sitting down, Fan Zhongming took out the finely framed painting and offered it.

"This, this, how can Jingzhi win people's love, if I'm not mistaken, last time a big boss bid millions, Brother Zhongming didn't even move his heart."

Wen Jingzhi knows the value of this painting, where dare to accept it.

"Yes, the old man has also begged for many days, and Brother Zhongming has always said that a good painting is a confidant, and he refuses to give it to me, it turns out that it is for Jingzhi."

"It's really enviable."

Mrs. Hu stroked her beard and laughed.

"Zhong Ming is the first master of our Jiangdong painting circle, not to mention one million, it has already broken three million." Li Sumei was in the know, and she looked at Wen Jing and said with a smile.

If this were in the past, Fan Zhongming would naturally have to show off his qualifications, but now......

"Hey, I'm ashamed, the first master has already changed hands, my brother and sister must not praise me like this anymore, Zhong Ming really doesn't dare to be."

Fan Zhongming dried up and said with a wry smile.

"Oh, could it be that there are more outstanding masters in Jiangdong than Zhong Ming, but Jingzhi is lonely and unheard."

Wen Jingzhi was quite surprised, and was busy listening.

"That's right, the first painter in Jiangdong is a monk in the clouds in Yunzhou!"

"This person's painting has the power of magic workmanship, it is Master Qi Daqian, and I also admire it, I, compared with others, it is not enough to lift shoes."

Fan Zhongming raised his glass and smiled respectfully.

"Monk in the clouds? Why is it so familiar? ”

"Hey, it's really a coincidence, a friend of Xueyan today also gave me a painting, which is covered with the big seal of the monk in the clouds, and the ink hasn't dried yet."

Wen Jing patted her forehead and said suddenly.

"Hehe, Jingzhi, don't make fun of me."

Fan Zhongming waved his hand.

"Where did you come from?" Li Sumei interjected.

"This monk in the clouds is a strange man, with a great temper, since he got married, he has closed his pen and will no longer paint in this life."

"With his status, I'm afraid that no one in the world can invite him to be Danqing again."

Fan Zhongming sighed.

"Oh, I think it's eighty percent fake, I guess it's a fake."

Li Sumei said.

You must know that this painting was sent by a hillbilly from Wu County, and the kid who ran the train with his mouth full of mouth, it would be strange if he could invite the monks in the clouds.

"Brother and sister, this is impossible, I dare not say anything else, at least south of the Dongjiang River, no one dares to assume the name of a layman."

Fan Zhongming shook his head again.

"In this way, it's better to take out the wine and taste it, whether it's true or not, it's a good time."

Hu Taiyi suggested.

Li Sumei got up, brought the picture scroll, spread it out on the table lightly, and said coldly: "Well, this fake is here, I am tired of Zhongming's palm." ”

Because the scrolls are nested together and the ink has not dried, most of the ink is dyed with each other, which damages the true meaning.

Fan Zhongming was angry at first, thinking that it was a fake, but he never thought that a bold person would dare to pretend to be a monk in the clouds.

Wen Jingzhi and his wife saw him look annoyed, and they expected that it must be a fake.

Especially Wen Jingzhi, he was extremely disappointed.

He still has a good impression of Qin Yi, and he never thought that in addition to being exaggerated and arrogant, this kid would dare to fake a famous person to deceive himself.

With such a character, if Xueyan followed him, wouldn't it be ruined?

Thinking of this, he also had a nameless fire in his heart, and he was about to put away the painting when he got up, so as not to spoil everyone's wine.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Fan Zhongming let out a loud shout.