We parted the crowd and saw a greasy case, an unkempt middle-aged man holding a brush, drawing something on the scroll, and I didn't know what he was drawing, and everyone just laughed when they saw it.

Take a closer look, it turns out that the things he painted really make people laugh dumbly, saying that it is a freehand landscape painting, just a few random strokes, as clumsy as a child's graffiti, but this person thinks that he is a master painter, and he takes out his paintings to sell, and he also wants a hundred thousand, so it provokes everyone's laughter.

The man looked proud and didn't feel anything.

I asked Wang Jiu, who is this person, I'm afraid he has a nervous disorder.

Wang Jiu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, I really told the boss that you are right, this person is really insane.

I mean, is there a story here?

Wang Jiu's eyes flickered, and he said with a dry smile, Then I don't know.

Seeing him like this, he must know, but he sells it and wants to make more money. But I just can't resist my curiosity, knowing that he wants to do this, I still took out two hundred yuan from my wallet as if I was resigned to my fate, and handed them to him.

"Oh, I remembered when I saw this." Wang Jiu's eyes lit up, and he took the banknote and put it in his pocket.

Then Wang Jiu briefly told me about this person, this person's surname is Guo, and his name is Dalu.

Guo Dalu also really passed by, not as poor as now, and was used as a laughing stock, but it was beaten back to its original shape in just a few months.

This man used to be in the middle of the road, and if he didn't do his job all day, he would eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and his pocket would be empty for eight out of ten days, and he would live on the help of relatives and friends, and he would often not have a meal. In the end, his relatives didn't pay much attention to him, and when they saw him coming, they stayed away.

He magically disappeared for a while, and suddenly returned to the square ruins, as the so-called people can not be seen, the sea water can not fight, no one could imagine this in the eyes of others hated and disgusted gangsters, in the downtown rented a storefront, opened a painting shop, the title "Qi Hua Zhai", said that he wanted to sell his own paintings.

Good things don't go out, Guo Dalu wants to sell his paintings, like a gust of wind blowing all over the streets and alleys.

On the day he opened, many people gathered around to see how this guy was embarrassed and had a good pastime.

Everyone was still noisy before they entered, but when they entered, they were all silent and stunned. How to say, I saw that the surrounding walls were full of paintings, the ink was not dry, and the patterns depicted on it, or flowers, birds, insects and fish, or mountain villages and waters, are all exquisite and lifelike!

What's even more unbelievable is that those paintings seem to be naturally generated, and they don't look like people painted them with a pen at all, and even some Danqing masters are amazed when they see them, and they can't guess where he came from. Then ask him this, Guo Dalu always shook his head, left and left to talk about it, and kept silent, just not mentioning where his superb painting skills came from.

At this time, everyone looked at each other, thinking to themselves that this kid was really lucky, or was the ancestral tomb smoking? Otherwise, with such a person who does not learn and has no skills, how can he paint literati paintings that even Danqing masters look at and sigh at?

On this day, it snowed heavily. There was a painter from other places who came to visit Guo Dalu and set up a big banquet in the restaurant and invited him to dinner. After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the painter slowly said that he wanted to worship Guo Dalu as a teacher and learn his painting skills. For this, the painter also traveled thousands of miles to come, and ordinary people pointed out once or twice even if they didn't accept it.

But Guo Dalu refused, and his secret skills were not shown. The painter couldn't hold his breath anymore, and when he saw that others were so arrogant, the feast ended unhappily.

The painter is gone, leaving Guo Dalu, who has drunk too much. Guo Dalu is different from the past, even the guys came to scold him, saw that he was drunk, and enthusiastically took a taxi to send him back.

In a daze, he didn't reveal his tone to the painter, but actually spit out the truth after drinking in the car.

"Do you think those paintings were really painted by my old Guo?"

The guy was taken aback, and still said, "Uncle Guo, you are drunk, this painting was not painted by you, is it possible that there are ghosts and gods to help you?" ”