The old man cast an approving look, so Song Qian was a little embarrassed.

That's when she began to wonder where the old man came from.

Just as she wanted to open her mouth to ask, the little scholar pushed open the door and saw the figure of the old man exclaiming, and hurriedly ran over and said respectfully, "Sir, why are you here?"

This sentence of gentleman's title seems to have dispelled Song Qian's suspicions.

Seeing the calluses on the old man's hands and the ink that had not been washed, she guessed that the old man in front of her was the famous master of calligraphy and painting, Zi Sangchuan, who she had been looking for for a long time.

However, Zi Sangchuan didn't want to reveal his identity so quickly, and after giving the little scholar a look, he began to explain: "I told you the last time I came to deliver firewood, and I will come back today, why do you think I'm here?"

After comprehending Zi Sangchuan's meaning, the little scholar hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, you said it last time you came. Xiaosheng is confused, and you don't remember it yet."

What is my husband going to do? The little scholar thought. At this time, the aroma of barbecue also wafted into his nostrils, which probably made him guess Zi Sangchuan's thoughts, because he was quite interested in these delicacies on weekdays, so now he saw that he naturally wanted to stay.

Zi Sangchuan looked at the scholar with satisfaction, and then smiled apologetically at Song Qian: "This lady, the old man also went in to discuss the matter of firewood with the master's family, you won't leave, right?" He was reluctant to give up this delicious barbecue, so he asked Song Qian seriously.

Of course, Song Qian, who knew his identity, had to follow his wishes, but he pretended not to show half a flaw and said, "Old man, I still have to wait here for a master, so I can't leave for a while."

Zi Sangchuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and put his mind at ease and entered the courtyard with the scholar.

Looking at their figures being cut off from the gate, Song Qian sat down with relief, thinking that this old man was really as strange as the vendor said, wanting to hide his identity and eat delicious food.

But I'm glad she has this skill, otherwise she wouldn't have seen Zi Sangchuan, and she would have to go home empty-handed. Look at the book

The little scholar and Zi Sangchuan came to the courtyard, and the little scholar told him what happened before Zi Sangchuan did not come back.

Thinking of Song Qian's every move, the little scholar pursed his lips and said, "Sure enough, it's no different from those who have scheming. I've heard that you love good food, so I've gone to great lengths to wait for you here."

But undeniably, the barbecue looks like it smells really delicious.

Zi Sangchuan only reacted at this time, and the little lady with good craftsmanship outside came to find him.

"It's not right for you to do this, I have never taught you to keep guests out, even if they come for another purpose, we must invite people in for a cup of tea, and do our best to inform me of our decision. In this way, they will not be left behind in the hands of others."

If he hadn't come back from outside, maybe the two of them wouldn't have met. On top of that, it's a shame that he'll miss out on a delicious barbecue.

Hearing the faint reproach in Zi Sangchuan's teachings, the little scholar also realized that what he had done before was lacking, so he lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "What Mr. taught is that he is a little confused. The little one went out to the lady to apologize, let her come in for a cup of tea, and forgive the little one."

So saying, the little scholar turned around and looked for it.

Zi Sangchuan hurriedly stopped him, "Forget it, since this incident has happened, it's too late to make up for anything. I also know your thoughts, but I just don't want those people to cause me trouble, I just asked you not to do this in the future, this time I will go and tell you, I believe that this lady is not a careful person, and she will definitely forgive you."

Hearing these words, the little scholar half-pushed and half-responded.

Zi Sangchuan went out of the courtyard again, and saw that Song Qian was really waiting there, and baked some food.

"Sir, you're out." Song Qian said with a smile.

She didn't expose Zi Sangchuan's identity, treated him as an ordinary person, brought him a stone to sit on the opposite side, and ate barbecue with her.

The little scholar didn't dare to leave Zisangchuan, so he could

Standing silently, he kept swallowing his saliva while smelling the aroma.

When Song Qian saw it, he hurriedly beckoned him to come over: "Let's have a bite to eat." She didn't remember the attitude of the little scholar before, she was very friendly.

The little scholar also wanted to step forward, but after taking a step, he looked at Zi Sangchuan, who was feasting, and he didn't dare to act rashly without his order.

In order not to let Song Qian find out, Zi Sangchuan could only stop the chopsticks first, secretly gave the little scholar an approving look, and then focused all his attention on the barbecue.

The little scholar was very happy to bring the stones and sit down together.

Song Qian listened to their praise for their barbecue, and he was in a very comfortable mood, so he roasted even more vigorously.

This made Zi Sangchuan and the little scholar have a good mouth.

Just when they were eating with relish, Zi Sangchuan suddenly thought that Song Qian came for himself this time, and felt that he couldn't eat Song Qian's things for nothing, and let her suffer the grievances of being kicked out, so he slowed down the action of sandwiching meat and began to think about how to compensate Song Qian.

Song Qian saw that he stopped a little strangely, and thought that something unpleasant made him dissatisfied, so he asked, "What's wrong with the old man? Isn't it delicious?"

Zi Sangchuan hurriedly shook his head, and also thought of how to compensate Song Qian, so he asked on the side: "This lady, what are you here for?" It's a remote place, what if something happens?"

When Song Qian heard this, he knew in his heart that Zi Sangchuan was trying to find out if she came to him for calligraphy and painting.

So she pretended to be melancholy and said, "This matter is a long story, and I won't tell you that I came here precisely for Master Zi Sangchuan here, and I want to find him and ask for a pair of calligraphy and paintings. However, I didn't come here, because business has been difficult recently, and I gullible to believe that others were set up and put together, and even the capital was lost. I wanted to find someone to help, so I had to find a few calligraphy and paintings to exchange favors, but I went to many places and was deceived a few times."

Saying this, Song Qian also pretended to be aggrieved and wiped the tears that were forcibly squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, but Zi Sangchuan and the little scholar didn't notice anything.

Even they felt that Song Qian's experience was too worried, and the little scholar secretly blamed himself for not asking clearly before, so he almost drove people away.

Seeing that the two of them were full of sympathy for what he said, Song Qian hurriedly added fuel and vinegar: "I was kicked out of the house, and I had nowhere to go to a friend's house. It seems that this opportunity was missed, and I can only rely on my own efforts in the future, and I don't know what will become of it."

She is a weak woman who has nothing, how can she survive in this world? This is what Song Qian's words mean.

Zi Sangchuan naturally thought of these and believed her words. And glad he came back to see her today, otherwise he would have felt guilty for the rest of his life.

Even so, he couldn't easily reveal his identity, so he suddenly got up and said to Song Qian, "What do you think is a big deal? Isn't it just a calligraphy and painting? What's so hard about that? Don't lie to the lady and say, old man, I think that the master in your mouth is not as good as me, so that's it."

The little scholar was shocked when he heard this, and felt that his husband could not really be bought by this barbecue, and even began to arrange himself.

And Song Qian was also surprised, because she didn't expect that the old gentleman not only did not reveal his true identity, but also made up an identity, or compared himself.

Zi Sangchuan became more and more energetic, and finally he was out of control: "I think the name of this master is all boasted, if you really have the ability, why don't you paint for everyone?" So I'm still afraid that I will lose face when the time comes. So you don't have to wait for him here, not to mention the time and effort, if he doesn't come back, will you still be here? There's not necessarily anything in this forest at night, isn't it too dangerous for you to be a weak woman here?"

The little scholar secretly pulled the sleeve of Zi Sangchuan several times, wanting him to say less, and wondering how he could scold himself.

But Zi Sangchuan didn't listen to persuasion at all, and the little scholar had no choice but to step aside and pretend not to hear anything, just in case

Houzi Sangchuan found him to inquire, and then involved him in a catastrophe.

Song Qian recovered from the shock and asked pretendedly, "If it is according to what the old man said, I will run for nothing this time. Since I can't get the calligraphy and paintings, I have to go back and find another way, hey......

It was this last sentence of sighs mixed with infinite sorrow that made Zi Sangchuan come up with an idea, and hurriedly stopped Song Qian, who was about to pack up his things and leave, and said, "Don't be discouraged this lady, although you can't see this master, but I can also draw a picture for you to take back?" I'm so much better than he is."

This was exactly what Song Qian wanted, but she still pretended to be suspicious, looked at Zi Sangchuan in disbelief and asked, "Old man, don't laugh, this kind of thing ......

In order to prove himself, his son Sang Chuan instructed the little scholar on the side: "Go and get me a pen and paper, let the lady open your eyes today, I never talk nonsense."

"It's not in order." The little scholar looked at him in embarrassment.

After all, Zi Sangchuan once set a rule that he would never paint in front of other people outside, and if he took pen and paper by himself, he would break the rules.

Zi Sangchuan was already carried away at this time, and he couldn't care about anything, urging the little scholar to hurry up and get it, but the little scholar had no way to disobey, so he could only pray in his heart that Zi Sangchuan would not regret it afterwards.

The little scholar laid out the drawing paper for Zi Sangchuan, prepared the pen and ink, and then stepped aside, leaving enough space for Zi Sangchuan to play.

Song Qian was curious and wanted to step forward to take a look, but after sensing the oppression emanating from Zisangchuan's body because of his concentration, he could only stand with the little scholar and lean over to take a peek.

Zi Sangchuan is really not a waste of fame, the pen is like a god, and the clouds are smooth. Soon a painting was made.

He wiped his sweat and turned sideways to let Song Qian and them come to admire.

This is the scene of their barbecue in the bamboo forest, the ink seems to have been given life and sketched on rice paper, and Zi Sangchuan's skillful skills make everything on it come to life and come to life. It's as if they're in the painting.

This made Song Qian can't help but applaud and praise: "Old man, your painting is so good, it is really much better than that master."

Zi Sangchuan touched his beard proudly, waved his big hand, and said, "After a while, someone will help you roll it up and take it back." Now, you have a way to solve those things, right?"

"More than enough, I was really lucky to meet such a master today, thank you old man."