The newspaper hall was noisy, completely different from the solemnity of the imagination, and the people who came in and out were in a hurry.

The three members who were held high in the air on weekdays didn't feel anything wrong at all, and the piles of paper piled up everywhere not only didn't make them feel messy, but they found it quite interesting.

It is not just a matter of saying that this "Chao Pao" not only made the business of several printing workshops in the city prosperous, but also made the business of the paper industry boom, and it is not just a matter of saying that tens of thousands of sheets of paper are needed every five days.

"Sir, am I okay?"

Lord Huang, who was not yet forty years old, was sitting precariously and waited for the old man to put away his pen before speaking, "If you are not satisfied, do you need me to go back and change my clothes and try again?" ”

The old man said happily, "Lord Huang is elegant and handsome, if there is something wrong, it can only be that the old skills are not perfect." ”

Lord Huang got up and looked at it, and immediately looked happy, "The old gentleman is really superb in painting." ”

Fu Youxian also stepped up, and then admired him, "Old lady, your technique is really amazing, Lord Huang's portrait is a jade tree in the wind." ”

"Hahahaha~~~" Lord Huang smiled proudly, suddenly stopped in the middle of his smile, and asked: "I think the old gentleman must also be a Danqing Holy Hand, I don't know where the house is?" ”

Fu Youxian looked proud, straightened his back, and said with a smile: "This old lady is the father of General Wen, because of his Danqing stunt, King Annan personally went to the mansion to invite him to paint the newspaper, and the portrait of Lord Wang last time was from the old man's hand." ”

Unexpectedly, the old man, who has always had a very low sense of existence, is now also in the limelight, and finally met Bole in the year of the sixtieth year.

The two adults were suddenly shocked, the portrait master who was guessing outside was actually the father of General Wen?

No wonder you haven't heard much of it, who would have thought?

The two of them exchanged hands, "The old lady is fine." ”

The old man hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, "I can't help it, don't be polite." ”

The old man's heart was smug and sour, and he wanted to cry again.

Oops, he is getting harder and tougher, and even his granddaughter says that his success is just around the corner, comfortable.

On the second floor of the newspaper building, Fu Li was conducting a simple training for the five people standing in front of him, and as soon as the notice of the newspaper recruitment came out, all parties came to ask for the relationship, and there were a lot of people who signed up, Hua Jingyun set down five people at a very fast speed in order to reduce trouble.

One of them was recommended by the eldest prince Anbei, one was recommended by the second prince, and the remaining three were selected by him from the list of applicants.

These five people originally thought that they would work under Hua Jingyun in the future, but they found out that it was Fu Li, and there was a huge gap in their hearts, but fortunately, Hua Jingyun gave Fu Li urgent training and opened a small stove, which made him look comfortable at present.

After a simple training, these five people went to work without a license the next day, and the pressure on the newspaper was sharply reduced.

As soon as the news came out, those who had moved their minds could only leave a sigh in the wind...

When the new issue of the newspaper came out, looking at the majestic and handsome self in the painting, Fu Youxian and the other three were all satisfied, and it was finally their turn to be the face of the court.

The old man's reputation also spread, and the clerk who realized it later looked at the portrait in the newspaper for a long time, and suddenly panicked, and said to Wen Lingxiao: "Mianmian is right, you and my father and son both neglect your grandfather too much, as his son, I don't know that he still has such skills." ”

Wen Lingxiao sneered, grandmother is strong, grandfather is cowardly, who knows that grandmother does not want to see grandfather, for the peace of the house, in fact, he is also afraid of trouble, everyone chooses to ignore grandfather, it can be said that except for a meal together at night, he never thinks of going to his grandfather to say goodbye.

"We go to the Hanyuan every day to say goodbye to our grandmother, but we never go to greet my grandfather, and my grandfather is just afraid that it will be uncomfortable, right?"

"No wonder my sister said that we all excluded my grandfather."

What a feeling it should be to be the most respected person in the house but has been ignored by everyone.

Wen Mian put down the newspaper, sighed heavily, and many memories suddenly poured out of his mind, and only after a while did he say: "Your grandfather was also very kind to me when I was a child......

That night, when the old man came back from the newspaper office, Wang Qing, the chief steward who was guarding the door, invited him to the pavilion in the garden.

The hot August night breeze carries the residual temperature of the day, the faint cinnamon fragrance lingers in the courtyard, the bright stars shine overhead, and the disc-sized moon hangs in the middle, and the moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard is like sprinkling a layer of hoarfrost, bringing a touch of quiet coolness.

Seeing someone coming, Wen Mian was inexplicably a little nervous and a little timid, "Father." ”

The old man looked left and right, not knowing why, "But something?" ”

Wen Mian smiled, "I just suddenly remembered that I didn't seem to have drunk with my father, and tonight the moonlight was just right, and I wanted to drink two glasses with my father." ”

The old man was nervous, and his mind was spinning quickly, he had been busy lately, and he really didn't do anything wrong.

Oh no, he's too busy to lead Mianmian to practice calligraphy.

Seeing that the old man was flustered, Wen Mian felt even more uncomfortable, so he simply stepped forward to help the old man to the pavilion and said: "This wine tonight is the osmanthus wine made last year, it is not strong, and I don't know if it suits your appetite." ”

The stone table in the pavilion has been set up with good dishes for wine, and the lanterns illuminate the place, and the old man has been hungry for a long time, and he feels even more hungry when he smells the smell of roast goose with sauce.

A roast goose leg fell into his bowl, and the old man rubbed his hands back and forth on the leg twice, and said a little uncomfortably, "If you have something, just say it." ”

His son, who had never given him a straight eye, suddenly wanted to eat wine with him, and he was very panicked.

Wen Mian smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "My son listened to Mianmian's speech today, saying that an old father covered his stupid son to death before he died, dug the grave and buried his son with his own hands, and then lay on his son's tomb and died, which sounds embarrassing. ”

"It's also very sad to think about it, if you leave this stupid son alive, I'm afraid the ending will be even more tragic."

"When I heard this, I remembered that I had a high fever when I was a child and wanted to eat oranges, but my mother refused, so my father put the oranges in his arms and warmed them, and secretly brought them to me in the middle of the night, and they tasted in my mouth one by one, and I felt that hot oranges tasted very good."

The old man slowly relaxed and explained, "The orange was not very hot after being boiled for a long time, and finally it was roasted in a charcoal basin. ”

Wen Mian smiled and raised his small wine glass, "Son, thank you father." ”

The old man also raised his glass, "How long has it been, what are you doing with this, your mother is still in front of your bed day and night." ”

The father and son drank it all, as if they suddenly opened the conversation, "I still remember when I changed my teeth, I wanted to eat caramel when I changed my teeth, but my mother didn't give it, but my father quietly gave me a piece, and finally the caramel stuck my teeth off." ”

Thinking of that, the old man was also happy, "In order to have caramel to eat in the future, you said that you bought it secretly, I have always wanted to ask, why do you like to eat caramel so much?" ”

"Because of the sweetness of the caramel sugar, it was too hard to practice at that time."

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