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"Tong Sanfat, you still have a big face, it's just a birthday, look at this gate blocked, I almost can't get in!"

Huang Weiwei stepped forward with a smile.

Standing in front of the hall, the beautiful woman who looked like she was just middle-aged didn't look at him, and directly reached out to scoop Fang Ruohua to her side, and said with a smile: "What a beautiful child, come, you sit next to me." ”

Huang Weiyi fished the apprentice back, rolled his eyes, turned his head and swaggered to the direction of the upper hand and sat down.

The juniors could only laugh, and they really didn't dare to meddle in the disputes among the elders.

Mrs. Tong is one hundred and seventy-five years old this year, and her first husband is a brother of Huang Lao, but later the brother died of illness, and Mrs. Tong remarried to the Liu family.

But no matter how weak it is, the circle in the capital is so big, and now that Huang is the only one who comes to the door, they also have to have good tea, good water, good wine, good food, and good hospitality.

Mrs. Tong also knew why Huang Wei came here, one was to make a face for herself, and the other was for his precious apprentice, so she couldn't help laughing, lowered her voice and said to a few sisters around her: "Huang Sanye has always been lonely, and when he mentions his name on weekdays, he scares those juniors and shudders, and now the Lin family's Lin Yusheng sees him like a mouse seeing a cat, but he didn't expect to be very gentle and considerate to his own apprentice." ”

Huang Wei glanced at her, ignoring such nonsense, how could his own apprentice and someone else's apprentice be treated the same!

Mrs. Tong didn't get angry with Huang Wei, and only said to Ruohua: "Your training video, as well as the video of the Provincial Youth Competition, your master has shown me, I don't know much about the Song Star Dance, but I can see that you dance very well." ”

Fang Ruohua was neither too modest nor proud, and only smiled: "Recently, Master helped arrange a set of dances, with the theme of painting immortals, and the rest is fine, but the final movements are always incoherent, and it feels very awkward." ”

She understood when she mentioned Mrs. Tong.

Painting fairy is the traditional story of Huaguo, telling a peasant boy, smart and clever, especially good at painting, the fruit of the painting can attract the little monkey to steal to eat, the painted pasture, can attract the coveted cattle and sheep, the nectar in the painting, can really attract bees and butterflies.

He plays in the mountains all day long, and has many good friends, like little white rabbits, little pheasants, little dragonflies and so on.

There is a bully in the boy's village, who likes to oppress the good the most, one day the bully went into the mountains to hunt, caught the boy's friend Little White Rabbit, the boy took a paintbrush, painted many terrible scenes on the way forward of the bully, frightened the bully, and rescued the little white rabbit.

The whole story is very lighthearted and lively, full of innocence, which is completely different from the heavy or ethereal stories that Ruohua is good at.

"The theme of painting fairies is very good, and it is especially popular with children."

Old Madam Tong thoughtfully, turned her head to look at Huang Lao, immediately understood, and said with a smile, "Your master is a person with a heart, this topic is well chosen, especially suitable for you, you rehearse well." ”

Huang Lao glared at him and pretended to cough a few times, and Mrs. Tong smiled and said no more.

There is obviously inside information, but Fang Ruohua doesn't care much, as long as she goes on the star stage every time, she does her best, treats every dance, and dances happily even if she completes the task.

What's more, dancing the Song Star Dance is not bitter for her at all, every time she practices, she is assisting in her practice, and her practice makes her as light as a swallow, complementing each other, that is, practicing for a lifetime, I am afraid that there is only happiness.

A few people whispered and gossiped, and when the birthday banquet began, it was all Mrs. Tong and her juniors who were busy receiving gifts and saying kind words, and these people at the main table only cared about eating and drinking for themselves.

Of course, with the age and status of Mrs. Tong, others are not so bold to work for her old man.

There are a few people sitting at the main table, there are the descendants of the Tong family, and there are also close friends of Mrs. Tong, most of them are people in the painting world, regardless of whether they are famous or not, most of them are obsessed with painting.

Mrs. Tong loves to paint, naturally likes to interact with fellow Chinese people, and when she talks about it, she is a freehand brush of landscapes and the like, usually Huang Lao does not like to chat with them, it is very boring, but today is different from the past, not only listened very seriously, but also took out a scroll of paintings.

"Little boy, don't keep saying that I'm still a rough person as a star singer, look at it, the apprentices I taught will also paint your paintings of Lao Shizi, and they can draw better than you, look, who dares to say bad?"

Huang Lao smiled and opened the painting scroll.

Mrs. Tong was also amused.

In addition to Mrs. Tong Lao on the main table, there is also her eldest grandson Liu Yan, who is now studying at the Guozijian Painting Academy, and often enters the palace to paint for His Majesty and the Queen, which is a new generation of rookies in the painting world.

The corners of Fang Ruohua's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face, not looking at his master's bad appearance.

Mrs. Tong couldn't watch her grandson being bullied, shook her head speechlessly, turned her head and said, "Children can see what is good and bad, let me see." ”

She lowered her head casually, her voice stopped abruptly, and her expression gradually became serious.

Liu Yan blinked, surprised in his heart, and hurriedly looked down, this time, he was also stunned.

The painting that Huang Lao took out was not only not a child's graffiti, but even the four words that were quite good were a little out of his hands, at least Liu Yan felt that he couldn't paint such a masterpiece that contained the spirituality of the landscape.

After a long time, Mrs. Tong smiled and said, "It's light and easy, it's good, it's good to draw, and it's good to write,"

She carefully read the allusions of Mei's wife and crane, saw the ripples in her eyes, smiled on her lips, raised her head and looked at Huang Lao seriously, and then looked at Ruohua, and said softly: "Ruohua, you can't dance the star dance for a lifetime, the star god Niangniang only loves the handsome young man of Fengshen, but you can paint for a lifetime, don't lose it." ”

Fang Ruohua smiled, but before he could speak, Huang Laodeng was annoyed: "Don't talk nonsense, our Ruohua is a star singer, why can't we dance the star dance for a lifetime, I can still jump up if I go into the coffin board with half a leg, don't seduce my disciple to learn badly." ”

said, staring at his beloved disciple and instructing, "If you want to draw two strokes to cultivate your sentiments during the break, it doesn't matter, don't take it too seriously!" ”

His voice was so high that everyone around him could hear him.

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