On the water side, the villa complex is divided into the east and west areas.

Lin Xiao's villa was in the western district, what he didn't expect was that the villa where Leng Yun lived was also on the water side, but it was in the eastern district, and there was only a gap of four or five hundred meters between the two.

When I came to Leng's house, I pushed the door and entered, and I was greeted by a rich ink fragrance.

Although the interior decoration of the villa is not luxurious, it is simple and elegant, and it still shows the owner's heart.

On the main hall of the living room on the first floor, there is a pair of calligraphy and paintings, with four large characters splashed on it: good as water.

"Come on, come on, please take a seat." Leng Yun already knew Lin Xiao's name, and after putting the fishing gear away, he warmly invited Lin Xiao to sit down, and then instructed Leng Qingqiu to cook.

Although Leng Qingqiu was reluctant, seeing that Leng Yun rarely met someone who could speak, he naturally couldn't bear to spoil the old man's Yaxing.

However, for Lin Xiao, Leng Qingqiu's heart has slowly changed.

Since seeing it at the auction, Leng Qingqiu only felt that Lin Xiao was too conceited, and even a little arrogant, and there were characters such as the Enchantress around him, so he must be a reckless man.

After contact, Leng Qingqiu found that Lin Xiao was not only good at writing, but also eloquent in every word, and there was an old-fashioned atmosphere between his words.

Especially seeing that his grandfather had never said so much to a stranger, but now he had only seen two faces, he invited Lin Xiao to come to the house as a guest, which was something that had never happened before.

Lin Xiao nodded, sat on the sofa, and looked around the house: "Old man, you really have Yaxing." ”

"Haha, I don't have any other hobbies, I usually spend my time free, raising flowers, writing, fishing, and cultivating my sentiments." Leng Yun pointed to the calligraphy and painting of Shangshan Ruoshui and asked: "Xiaolin, I hit it off with you at first sight, look, how about this pair of characters?" ”

Lin Xiao raised his head and commented: "The goodness is like water, the artistic conception is good, but there is a lack of a restrained atmosphere between the brushstrokes, this painting should be an imitation of Li Huai'an's writing, right?" ”

Li Huai'an, one of the top calligraphy masters in China.

Three months ago, Li Huai'an auctioned off a pair of words for a sky-high price of 7 million.

When Leng Yun heard this, he couldn't help but admire: "Haha, you are really as wise as a torch, this painting was written by the old man myself, although it has no charm, but it does not have the restrained atmosphere of Master Li, how about it, while the autumn girl is cooking, are you interested in accompanying the old man to write two strokes?" ”

Lin Xiao also felt that Leng Yun, the old man, was interesting, and nodded lightly: "Then I will be ugly." ”

The two moved to the study.

Leng Yun gave up his position and made a gesture of please: "Come, write a few words for me to see." ”

Lin Xiao picked up the brush, pondered for a moment, waved his hand, and wrote four words after a while: Kang Long has regrets.

Word fall.

Leng Yun couldn't help but clap his hands and praise: "Good words!" The pen is sharp, sharp, little brother, it seems that you have been a soldier? ”

Although it was only four words, Leng Yun felt a rushing aura of killing, as if a high king was overlooking all living beings.

It is like, a person in a high position is a warning to himself to guard against arrogance and rashness.

Kang Long has regrets and knows how to advance and retreat.

Lin Xiao smiled silently.

"Hey, your words, why do you make me feel a sense of déjà vu, old man?" At this time, Leng Yun suddenly sighed lightly and patted his head: "By the way, your pen is very similar to the four words of the magnificent rivers and mountains." ”

"Haha, the old man has won the prize." Lin Xiao laughed.

"Grandpa, the meal is ready." Not long after, the sound of Leng Qingqiu shouting to eat sounded outside.

A meal, but it was a happy meal, Leng Yun looked at Lin Xiao more and more pleasing to the eye, and kept praising Leng Qingqiu.

That feeling, as if Leng Yun was bent on matching Lin Xiao and Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu rolled his eyes and was silent, but he became more and more curious about Lin Xiao.

"Strange, although this guy is a little annoying, and even a little arrogant, can this kind of person really write such good words?" The more curious he was, the more Leng Qingqiu's heart seemed to be tickled by a cat, and he couldn't help it.

After a glance, Leng Qingqiu finally couldn't help but be curious, came to the study, and saw the four words Kang Long has regrets written by Lin Xiao.

When his eyes fell on the four words, he suddenly seemed to be attracted by something.

"This, how is this possible?" Leng Qingqiu is Lin Xiao's fan sister, and her magnificent rivers and mountains have made her fascinated.

Now, seeing Kang Long's four words of regret, it seems to see Lin Xiao's feeling of writing magnificent rivers and mountains with his fingers in Kunlun Mountain.

In my heart, I felt a strange feeling inexplicably.

"This guy isn't that annoying."

Before leaving, Leng Yun didn't forget to call Leng Qingqiu out.

Lin Xiao thanked him: "The fish is delicious. ”

"Hmph, is it as simple as just being delicious?" Leng Qingqiu glanced at Lin Xiao, obviously a little uninterested in this praise.

Lin Xiao was dumbfounded: "That, it's very delicious." ”

Leng Yun's eyes lit up and he glanced at Leng Qingqiu.

He found that his granddaughter was rarely shy.

This has never been done before.

"Haha, Xiaolin, my autumn girl makes more delicious food, I will come often when I am free in the future."

"Good! You're welcome. Lin Xiao said yes and left.

It wasn't until Lin Xiao's back disappeared from Leng Yun's sight that Leng Qingqiu finally couldn't help but speak: "Grandpa, his words are similar to my idol in the White Tiger Legion, you say, could he be him?" ”

Leng Yun smiled: "What, are you tempted by him?" ”

"Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about!" Leng Qingqiu stomped his feet: "I ignore you." ”

"Haha, haha, girl, what's so shy about this." Leng Yun flicked his beard and laughed: "The more I look at it, the more this son is not simple, even if he is not the king of the White Tiger Legion, he is definitely not a vulgar person." ”

When Leng Qingqiu heard Leng Yun's words, he couldn't help but stop, glanced back at Leng Yun, and muttered to himself: "This guy is really strange." ”

Thinking of this, Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but blush his cheeks again.

But the relationship between the two sides, why don't you hate him anymore?

Moreover, an unprecedented curiosity arose about him.

"Leng Qingqiu, you won't have spring, will you?" Leng Qingqiu slapped his little head vigorously, wanting to throw Lin Xiao's voice and smile out of his mind, but found that no matter what, it couldn't get rid of it.

Simply, he hurriedly ran into the study, picked up the words Kang Long and regretted it, and walked to his bedroom.

"Hey, that word was written by Lin Xiaoyou, what are you doing?" Leng Yun looked at Leng Qingqiu's strange behavior and couldn't help but scream.

"I, I'll take it back and enjoy it, and see where the guy who was blown into the sky by Grandpa, where is the good writing." Leng Qingqiu blushed, went into the bedroom with the words, locked the door, and stared at Kang Long in a daze.

The more I looked, the more my heart seemed to be overturned, and I couldn't calm down.

……

Lin Xiao naturally didn't know that the four words he wrote casually would touch a girl's heart.

It was already past nine o'clock when I got back to the villa.

The lights were still on in the living room.

Walking into the living room, Lin Xiao found Fu Bo sitting there, rubbing his hands together, as if he had something on his mind.

Lin Xiao wondered: "Fu Bo, why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Fu Bo stood up suddenly: "Second Young Master, yes, there is something, I, I think I still have to tell you." ”