"Xiaoyou, is this "Bamboo and Stone" wrongly signed? Since Liu Shangshu is not here, it is enough not to sign it. ”

Master Hou also frowned slightly, he was a person with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and suddenly felt that this "Bamboo and Stone" was no longer perfect.

If it were someone else, he would definitely drive people away in a fit of anger, Liu Yuanshan is now the person he admires the most, and someone dares to sign Liu Yuanshan's poems, which is simply tarnishing his purest faith!

But now this person is Lin Yanchen, and Master Hou can't say anything, so he can only remind him of such a sentence, he feels that Lin Yanchen has also forgotten for a while, not to mention that Lin Yanchen is also the one who made the eternal quatrain, even Lin Yanchen's name is actually not bad.

It's just that he thinks that since Liu Yuanshan can become a poet without dispute, he must have the ability to overwhelm the crowd, although the young man in front of him is surprised by his talent, but after all, he is still a little bit off.

When Lin Yanchen heard this, he was a little helpless, but he didn't say anything, and crossed out his name with an apologetic smile.

"Alas...... This old man is really a true fan of Liu Yuanshan's cheeky old silver coin! But it's really brainless, if Lao Tzu goes out and says that Liu Yuanshan's poems are all given by me, then your idol won't collapse in minutes? ”

Thanks to Lin Yanchen, he didn't know what Master Hou was thinking, otherwise he was afraid that his eyes would turn upside down.

"Tsk-" Master Hou snapped his mouth.

Lin Yanchen complained in his heart that he was interrupted by such an inopportune sound, he turned his head to look, and saw that Master Hou's face was full of melancholy, and even a little bitter.

It's like being dissatisfied, wanting to say it but not daring to say it.

Lin Yanchen now wants to give Master Hou a mouthful, this special Liu Yuanshan is a cheeky old silver coin who buys poetry with money, you don't need this, right? This poem is correct to write the name of Lao Tzu, okay, really can't I write Mr. Zheng's name?

Somehow, Master Hou couldn't hold back, and sighed directly with great pity.

"Oh, why do you want to cross out your name!"

Lin Yanchen: ???

Didn't you tell me to cross it out? Do you have that serious illness?

"Master Hou, what do you mean by that?"

"Little friend is confused! Since the words are all written, then I will stop there, but Xiaoyou strokes it like this, this pair of words is wasted! ”

Liu Yuanshan was so anxious that he was about to pat his thighs.

Lin Yanchen also understood what the other party meant.

"Good guy, this old guy is in the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?"

He complained in his heart, but he still smiled lightly and patted Master Hou on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Master Hou doesn't want to be angry about this matter, isn't it just a pair of words? I'll write another one below. ”

"It's different, it's different! Hey, little friend, you don't know, writing poems is all about doing it in one go, if you copy it for the second time, it will be something worse after all, alas...... That's it, the old man was confused just now, he shouldn't blame Xiaoyou, I hope Xiaoyou won't blame the old man. ”

Master Hou's eyes have gradually lost light, not dead, as if some kind of faith has been broken.

Everything in his world had to be perfect and symmetrical, as could be seen in the decoration of the house and the study, but now one of his favorite poems was not perfect!

It was as if there was a crack in his perfect life!

This kind of paranoia of people with extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder is simply incomprehensible to ordinary people, and sometimes upsetting a certain balance will make them more uncomfortable than death.

Lin Yanchen helped up Master Hou, who was almost paralyzed on the ground, and sighed helplessly.

"Master Hou, why are you bothering? Since you have to, there is still a way to save this subword in the future. ”

"Oh? What can you do? ”

Master Hou's pupils lit up suddenly, and it seemed that his gloomy life had brightened up again! It was also like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw, looking at Lin Yanchen excitedly and expectantly.

Lin Yanchen smiled and shook his head, this old man Hou is really, he still plays this set of face changes at his age.

This is the same as a certain Internet celebrity he saw in his previous life, he was still heartbroken because of the death of his family in the last second, crying in the live broadcast room, and jumping up and down excitedly in the next second, looking at the screen full of surprise and bending down to thank "Thank you for the Porsche sent by the eldest brother!" I wish my eldest brother good health and all the best, Mo Da, people love my eldest brother to death! Hee-hee! ”

"Master Hou, just look at it."

Lin Yanchen didn't explain much, he picked up the brush again and continued to sketch something on the rice paper, a set of movements flowed smoothly without the slightest pause, and the range of movements was so large that it was like dancing on rice paper.

This scene was stunned for a moment when Master Hou saw it, what the hell is this going to do? Why does it look a little unreliable......

Master Hou was still not at ease, and stepped forward to see what Lin Yanchen was sketching.

But at this glance, his brows immediately came together.

"Little friend, this is the solution you are talking about?"

"Nature."

Master Hou's brows furrowed even deeper, he wanted to sigh but held back, stopped looking, and retreated back in disappointment.

"Alas...... I thought he really had something to do, but the result was to scribble and black his name, which was better than the one just now, and it was better not to do that at all, and it was really a young man, and it would only get worse and worse to do things. ”

Lin Yanchen didn't know how the official lord figured out him, and completed the movements in his hands by himself.

About half a pillar of incense time passed, and Lin Yanchen put down the brush.

"Master Hou, let's take a look, are you satisfied?"

Although the rice paper brought by Master Hou is not as good as Long Xuan, it is also an extremely high-quality material, and the ink dries quickly, and it is not penetrated, he held up the rice paper and presented it in front of Master Hou and asked.

Master Hou had already known the result, and glanced up perfunctorily.

"Well, little friend......"

He just wanted to say a few casual words, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

"It's... This... This little friend, your description is simply amazing! Oh, why didn't the old man think of it before! The so-called bamboo and stone, how can you not depict bamboo and stone? Xiaoyou not only covered the original dirt, but also drew the essence of this poem! And Xiaoyou's painting level is at least at the master level! It's better than a painter who the old man hired a lot of money before! The tenacious and straight feeling of bamboo is depicted vividly, and the old man is really convinced! ”

Master Hou was about to cry excitedly, and suddenly stepped forward to hug the calligraphy and painting, and was really grateful to Lin Yanchen.

He was also ashamed of his previous speculation.

"Lord Lin, the little one has already taken people in, and the Confucian talents are waiting outside the mansion!"

Lin Yanchen wanted to say a few more polite words to Master Hou, but he heard Steward Wang's voice coming from outside the study, and his eyes lit up.