Time passed little by little, and the plate of fried pork with shredded ginger was heated several times, and the guests still did not show up. The old man's son said, "Dad, it's so late, and you're not in good health, let's go back!"

The old man didn't speak, just turned around and glared at him with his right eye, and his son stopped talking.

Lunch passed, but the old man still had no intention of leaving. After another hour, an old man on crutches walked in. The old man was limping on his right leg. When the one-eyed old man saw the lame old man, he stood up trembling with excitement.

"Cripple, I've been waiting for you for ten years, and you're finally here!" The one-eyed old man said with a smile, and then shouted at Xiao Liu, "Big nephew, heat this plate of ginger shredded fried meat, and blanch this pot of Lao Bai." Xiao Liu agreed, and the hot wine and hot dishes went.

The lame man sat down across from him: "Blind man, I have been living at my son's house in Americken all these years, and I only came back the year before last. ”

Xiao Liu Xin said that the one-eyed old man's waiting drinking friends had finally arrived.

There must have been some agreement between the two, otherwise, the one-eyed old man would not have waited for him for so many years.

When the wine and food were served, the one-eyed old man filled the lame old man with wine and the empty wine cup and said, "Cripple, I knew you would come."

After all these years, I've finally waited until today. ”

The lame old man picked up a piece of ginger shreds, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and asked rhetorically: "Blind, we haven't agreed, how do you know that I will come?"

Xiao Liu was surprised. It turns out that these two don't have any special agreement! These two old men are really a pair of weirdos.

The one-eyed old man pointed to the food and wine: "With these two things, can you still come?" The second brother is also here, come, let's pay homage to him first!" The two spilled wine on the floor.

Xiao Liu thought to himself, no wonder the one-eyed old man needs three pairs of chopsticks and wine cups every time he comes, and he has a deceased friend!

The one-eyed old man's son asked Xiao Liu to add a few more dishes, but was stopped by the lame old man, and he said: "For me and your father, a plate of fried pork with ginger shreds is the most delicious delicacy in the world!"

The two old men haven't seen each other for many years, and they only use a plate of ginger shreds to stir-fry the meat and drink, which is incredible. A few glasses of wine went into his stomach, and a flush crept up the old cheeks of the two old men.

The one-eyed old man's son said, "Dad, you just had surgery, and your bones haven't recovered yet, so you need to drink less!" Seeing this, the lame old man also asked the one-eyed old man to drink less, and the one-eyed old man glared at his son, who wilted and stepped aside.

With this plate of ginger fried meat and wine, the two old men drank with relish, and finally drank so much that their faces were dripping with sweat and steaming. The appearance of no one on the side of the two is surprising.

The ginger shreds on the plate decreased one by one, and in the end, only a small pile remained, and neither of them moved their chopsticks, as if they were reluctant to eat.

Xiao Liu thought to himself, a plate of fried meat with ginger shreds is only ten yuan, and the two old men don't look like people who pick the door, is this the highest level of drinking that grandpa said to his father?

Grandpa was a wine fairy, and when he was alive, he said to his father: "Drinking is about the realm." Drinking is heart-to-heart communication. ”

For so many years, Xiao Liu has never seen a high-level drinker, and today, it can be regarded as an eye-opener.

"Settle the score, young man!" The one-eyed old man put the money for the drink on the table.

Xiao Liu put away the wine money, the one-eyed old man took out an ink painting from a bag he carried, and the lame old man also took out an object from the bag he carried. Xiao Liu saw that it was a brush with a polished barrel.

The one-eyed old man smiled with satisfaction, he asked Xiao Liu to vacate a clean table, then spread the painting on it, and said to the lame old man: "Cripple, this painting was completed ten years ago, and the rest is up to you." ”

The painting of the one-eyed old man is a dish, a pot of wine, and three cups, without an inscription. Although it is ink, it is vivid and full of aura. The lame old man stretched his wrists, walked the dragon and snake with his pen, inscribed poems, and stamped the inscriptions. Xiao Liu was dumbfounded. I didn't expect these two to be hidden artists!

The painting is accompanied by poetry, which is even more charming. The one-eyed old man said to Xiao Liu: "Young man, the dish on this painting is the plate of fried pork with ginger shreds we just ate, and the wine is the pot of 62 degrees Lao Bai Gan!" The lame man and I saw that the flavor of your shop was good, especially the plate of fried pork with ginger shreds, so I left you a calligraphy and painting to make a souvenir!" The lame old man also smiled at Xiao Liu: "The two of us are interested, graffiti, if you like it, frame it and hang it in the hall, if you don't like it, just deal with it." ”

The painting of the one-eyed old man was painted ten years ago, and it seems to be specially prepared for today, Xiao Liu doesn't understand, why leave the calligraphy and painting to him? What's the story here?

After the two old men left, Xiao Liu looked at the painting carefully, and he didn't recognize the inscription poem and the inscription, but he didn't understand, why did he draw three wine glasses? These two old men are really weirdos.

Although Xiao Liu didn't know how to write poetry and painting, he felt that it must be very magnificent after being framed, so he framed the painting and hung it in the store.

One day, a middle-aged guest pointed to the painting and asked Xiao Liu, "Boss, where did this painting come from?"

Xiao Liu said that it was given by two old men. The middle-aged man said, "Brother, do you know who painted this picture?" Xiao Liu was confused when he heard this, so he asked the middle-aged man what he saw.

The middle-aged man said: "Brother, this painting is the joint work of the famous contemporary Chinese painting master Liu Shizeng and the calligrapher Lu Yemang!" The value of this painting is now worth this amount, to say the least. ”

The middle-aged man raised a hand as he spoke, and Xiao Liu asked tentatively, "How much, five thousand?" The middle-aged man said: "Brother, I am engaged in calligraphy and painting research, and I won't tell you that the value of this "Drunken Immortal Picture" is at least about 500,000 yuan at a conservative price on the auction house!"

Obediently, 500,000, how many years does he have to save! Could it be that these two strange old men are Liu Shizeng and Lu Yemang?

Xiao Liu searched the Internet for Liu Shizeng and Lu Yemang. After this search, Xiao Liu was dumbfounded. Liu Shizeng and Lu Yemang are indeed masters of Chinese contemporary Chinese painting and calligraphy!

The two closed their pens and disappeared ten years ago. There are not many works of the two of them, but each piece is a fine product, and never given away, at present, the value of the international market is about 100,000 yuan per square foot.

No wonder the middle-aged man said that this work can be worth 500,000 yuan, and it is indeed well-founded. Xiao Liu was puzzled, he didn't know anyone, why did these two give him such a work? The one-eyed old man is Liu Shizeng, and the lame old man is Lu Yemang. How are they disabled?

That day, when the two old men were leaving, Xiao Liu specially asked for a business card of Liu Shi's great-son. In order to solve this mystery, Xiao Liu found Liu Shizeng's son Liu Kai.

Liu Kai said that after the old man came back from the tavern, his health deteriorated, and in the end, he had to be admitted to the hospital for treatment. The doctor said that the old man's body has long been close to the limit, and I don't know what kind of belief has supported him until now.

It's only been a few days, and the old man is actually hospitalized. Xiao Liu bought a flower basket and went to the hospital for a visit. Looking at the skinny old man Liu Shizeng, who was tortured by the disease, Xiao Liu was so excited that tears rolled into tears. Seeing Xiao Liu coming, a flash of excitement flashed in the old man's eyes.

Xiao Liu said: "The two of them are Taishan Beidou in the calligraphy and painting world, why do you send joint works to the small shop?"

Liu Shi once said: "We are all over 90 years old, and we have long been buried in the stalks, but we have always had a wish unfulfilled!" Want to know the story of why I was blind in my left eye and why he was lame in his right leg?"

Xiao Liu nodded, and then, Liu Shizeng said something.