"Brother Nanshan, how is Western painting?" Yang Guangbei asked.

"Why are you interested in this?" Song Jie was surprised and looked at him exaggeratedly: "Do you know how to appreciate you?" ”

Yang Guangbei "snorted" and explained: "Grandmother loves chrysanthemums alone, especially those acres of flower fields. On her birthday next year, I just want to ask for a trick and show filial piety. ”

He pulled a few petals from a chrysanthemum and scattered them on the ground without mercy. Step on it, and the beautiful petals immediately fall into dust.

There were young girls who kept walking past them with a shy smile.

Yang Guangbei straightened his face.

Song Jie showed a sunny and handsome smile, and red clouds rose on the faces of many girls.

"Xiaobei, what do you always do with a straight face, so unkind?" Song Jie smiled, and when he heard Yang Guangbei snort coldly, he said, "Western painting...... The biggest difference from our paintings is that we mostly use paper and ink for painting, and they mostly use cloth and various pigments for painting. After the little sister mentioned it, I also think that the few acres of chrysanthemums in your house are indeed more suitable for foreigners' techniques. ”

"What does that mean?" Yang Guangbei became a little interested.

"Westerners use a brush to brush the paint layer by layer from the canvas, which can give people a sense of thick ink and color, even if there are no several colors in a painting, it can still be so." Song Jie shook his head and said, "I'm not good at painting, and I'm not good at Western painting." It's just appreciation. I received a few good ones there, well, there is a painting of sunflower flowers that are particularly good, you have seen it and probably know what the little sister said. ”

"Then go check it out." Yangguang North Road.

"Leaving now?" Song Jie asked.

Yang Guangbei glanced up at him slightly, and said, "Otherwise? Could it be that Brother Nanshan has a favorite person here, so he doesn't want to leave? Or, Brother Nanshan wants to take the opportunity to find a confidant? Oh, if I'm not mistaken, Brother Nanshan, you see seventeen, right? Looks like it's time to be in a hurry? ”

"What a joke!" Song Jie moved his eyebrows and said, "Boy, go out and learn!" ”

Suddenly, there was another unknown "crackling" sound.

Yang Guangbei snorted coldly again: "I'm afraid you won't make it!" ”

Having said that, the two of them quickened their pace, and soon rode out of Wuxing Houfu, ran all the way to the outside of the city, got off the road, found a secluded and spacious place, and the two turned over and dismounted at the same time, and tacitly slapped a few palms at the moment of dismounting.

Yang Guangbei is a few years younger than Song Jie, but his family kung fu is wide open and close, with an indomitable momentum. Song Jie's posture is agile, tossing and turning, and there is an elegant style.

Even though the two have different paths, they start to move heartily, the more they fight, the more exciting they become, the more they play, the more they devote, and they don't notice that there are a few more viewers in the distance-

One is the county lord of Yuanxin, and the other is the county lord of Wei Wei, the youngest and most favored daughter of the Dingguo Mansion.

"Sister Yuan Xin, do you know that person? Why did he fight with Brother Xiaobei? "The county lord of Wei Wei is only fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a goose yellow riding costume, riding on a rouge horse, particularly delicate and cute.

"That's Xiaobei's friend." The main road of Yuanxin County.

"Brother Xiaobei's friend, why haven't I seen it?" The county lord Wei Wei didn't believe it.

The Dingguo Mansion and the Wuxing Houfu have always been friends, and the aunt of the county lord of Wei Wei married into the Wuxing Houfu as the wife of the house, and the county lord of Wei Wei has been running to the Wuxing Houfu since he was a child, and he almost grew up in the Hou Mansion. As cousins and sisters who are very close to each other and have little difference in age, Wei Wei doesn't say what friends Yang Guangbei has, but she also knows most of them-

They are all young ladies from powerful families in Shengjing, who can not know anyone?

But she didn't see Song Jie.

"Look at his appearance, his background is not bad, right?" Wei Wei said again: "Which family?" ”

Yang Yuanxin shook his head and said, "It is said that it is a child of the Jiangnan Song family...... Pay attention to him, as long as it is not unsuccessful, what kind of friends Xiaobei makes, the family does not ask. ”

"Oh."

The Song family in Jiangnan, which is a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River, has a far more inheritance than the Daxian Dynasty...... Wei Wei tilted her head and looked at it for a while, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The clear sunlight of the late autumn afternoon shines on the moonlight, as if it is gilding the whole person with a layer of gorgeous, elegant and noble light, which is so gorgeous and charming, people can't help but be intoxicated.

The battle between Song Jie and Yang Guangbei lasted for more than half an hour, and then the two looked at each other separately and smiled.

"In two years, you will definitely not be my opponent." Yang Guangbei wiped a handful of sweat.

Song Jie smiled indifferently: "The six arts of a gentleman." My kung fu is just for the sake of physical fitness. Xiaobei, you use me as an opponent, but it's a bit ...... Aha. I am a reader, a reader. ”

Looking for a scholar to be a martial arts opponent, wouldn't Yang Guangbei seem very weak and unproductive?

Yang Guangbei gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Brother Gongzi in Beijing, except for Brother Zhao, everyone else is waste wood!" I just learned to embroider my legs, and I put on that chivalrous style, which is only disgusting to look at! ”

"Look, there's no one in sight, isn't it?" Song Jie patted Yang Guangbei on the shoulder and said, "I know you want to be a general......

He raised his eyes and saw two young ladies riding their horses, and he closed his mouth. Yang Guangbei also found the two of them at this time, frowned slightly and let go, and greeted: "Sister, cousin." ”

"Brother Xiaobei, this is ......" Wei Wei looked at Song Jie while saluting Yang Guangbei. Her gaze did not shy away from looking over, and her pretty face was dyed red at some point, like an apple after frost on the branches in autumn, lovely and moving.

"My friend, Song Jie." Yang Guangbei's answer was very concise, but he didn't mean to introduce the two sides to each other at all.

However, Song Jie smiled kindly, and Shi Li said: "Song Jie has seen two young ladies. ”

"Song Gongzi." Wei Wei saluted and introduced herself: "I am Brother Xiaobei's cousin, and my surname is Wei." After a pause, he pulled Yang Yuanxin again: "This is Cousin Yuanxin." ”

"County Lord, County Lord." Song Jie's smile remained unchanged, and he calmly returned to the salute.

"Brother Nanshan, let's go." Yang Guangbei suddenly interjected, turned over and got on the horse, and nodded to the two nobles, even if it was a farewell.

Song Jie smiled apologetically and explained: "I looked at the painting with Xiao NATO, let's go first, please forgive the two young ladies." Today is beautiful, the two of you will definitely be able to have fun. "Then he got on his horse.

The two of them rode their horses and were about to run away, but they didn't expect Wei Wei to also hit the rouge horse under the seat, and the two of them stood up in parallel with Song Jie, and asked curiously at the same time: "Look at the painting, what painting?" ”

"Western painting." Song Jie replied with a smile: "Xiaobei hasn't seen a good one, so he wants to follow me to see a new one." Could it be that the county lord is also interested in Western paintings? ”

"Western paintings, we really haven't seen anything good." Wei Wei turned her head and asked Yang Yuanxin, "Cousin, did you say?" ”