The old town of Jinhai City retains many old buildings.

There are traditional courtyard houses, magnificent city god temples, and even a government hall from the late Qing Dynasty is well preserved.

It has become a cultural attraction to see the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Along the bluestone paved road, the car slowly drove into the old house of the Lu family in the depths of the alley.

The simple but elegant Vermilion Bird Gate, the white walls and blue tiles in the typical Hui style, and the courtyards with three entrances and three exits.

"The young master is back!" A well-dressed old woman exclaimed excitedly.

Hula, several servants came out.

But most of them are old women and old men.

"Wow, it's so beautiful here. Actually, I like it more than a villa. Tang Xiaoqing couldn't help but say.

This kind of old-style architecture is perfect for her illustrations.

Tang Xiaoqing looked around all the way, opening her eyes.

She always felt that in modern society, such a house could only be seen in TV dramas, but she didn't want anyone to really live here.

As soon as he followed Lu Chengsi into the old man's study, Tang Xiaoqing's eyes lit up.

An old man with a white beard and white hair and a Chinese Tang costume is standing in front of an easel, painting with a focused face.

The serious Song Bo I had seen before was sitting opposite the old man as a model for painting.

After Song Bo saw Lu Chengsi and Tang Xiaoqing, his eyes were boneless, and he gestured to them, but he didn't dare to stand up and say hello, for fear of affecting the old man's painting.

The old man didn't realize that Lu Chengsi and Tang Xiaoqing had entered the study, and his attention was all on Song Bohe and the drawing paper.

He glanced at Song Bo and drew two strokes on the drawing paper, meticulously.

Looking at the old man with fairy wind bones, Tang Xiaoqing was surprised for a while, everyone said that the old man was senile and demented, how could there be a trace of dementia.

"Hee-hee, what an old fairy!" Tang Xiaoqing couldn't help but praise as she walked towards the old man's easel.

She loves painting, so she naturally has a good impression of such an old man at once.

With his posture, he must have a lot of attainments.

He looks more like a great artist than Park Dong!

As he spoke, Tang Xiaoqing had already walked to the old man's side and put his face on his painting.

"Poof-" Tang Xiaoqing suddenly lost control and burst out laughing!

I saw a chicken drawn crookedly on the drawing paper, with rough lines, distorted proportions, and most importantly, he drew the same stick figure that kindergarten children draw.

Even when Tang Xiaoqing was laughing, the old man was still drawing seriously, he looked at Song Bo's eyes, and on the chicken's head, two black dots, one large and one small......

"Grandpa, are you deliberately being funny?" Tang Xiaoqing blurted out, "What are you drawing, no matter how Uncle Song paints, he can't draw a chicken, hahaha......"

Tang Xiaoqing was smiling happily, and suddenly found that Song Bo was squeezing her eyes anxiously at her.

She hurriedly suppressed a smile and looked at the old man.

The old man was glaring at her angrily.

Tang Xiaoqing panicked: This time it's troublesome, I promised Lu Chengsi to make the old man happy, but now it's okay, not only did I not coax him to be happy, but I annoyed him first when we met.

Tang Xiaoqing is still very good at observing words and seeing the wind and steering, she hurriedly said: "Old man, I'm sorry, in fact, you can still see the painting——"

Tang Xiaoqing praised the old man like this, and felt that he had a very bad conscience.

But the anger on the old man's face was even worse.

Song Bo motioned to Tang Xiaoqing again and again, asking her to continue to praise the old man.

How can this be boasted!