In the center of the painting is a cliff side, there is a deep lone shadow, as if breaking through the thick wall of clouds and mist, the sky is open and clear, the figure is holding a bamboo cane, wearing a hat, I don't know where I am looking at it, there is a sense of arrogance and dry clouds, and all things in the world have the same destination.

Yuan Hao sighed with emotion in his chest, and when he saw that there was a blank space behind the figure, he couldn't help but feel that the person was inviting him, and there was a stubborn aura in his chest.

His face turned red, he took a breath, but it was still difficult to recover, and he said in a trembling voice: "Good painting, good painting!" After thinking for a while, he felt that it was difficult to find a good word in this world to describe this stroke, so he had to say again: "Good painting." 」

The style of this painting is different, the truth and falsehood in the painting are mixed, but the majestic momentum cannot deceive people, it is simply a rare work in the world.

Yuan Hao took another look, and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu for this landscape painting, and he felt as if he had seen it somewhere, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't want to think about it. Seeing the old fisherman rolling up the landscape painting, a sense of regret swept his whole body, and he was very sad.

I only heard the old fisherman smile and ask, "Where is it good? There is always a distinction between good and bad paintings, and you say that this is a good painting, but where is this painting good? Is it a good skill in painting mountains, or a good skill in painting clouds, or a good skill in painting people?"

Yuan Hao was slightly stunned, his brain buzzed, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "This ...... Grandpa, juniors, juniors don't know. 」

When the old fisherman heard this, his eyes were slightly disappointed, his smile slowly peeled off like lacquer, and he frowned and said, "Don't come and go, I'm tired of hearing it! There are only you and me here, so why bother with his etiquette?"

He continued, "Little one, if you can't say it clearly, how can you say that it is a good painting?"

Yuan Hao suddenly felt ashamed, almost unable to raise his head, he only praised the good landscape, because the characters in the painting seem to be looking for a hero who is qualified to travel with him in the world, his sense of pride and ambition is convincing and tempting, when he comes back to his senses, the word "good painting" blurted out, where do you think so much?

He scratched his head and said, "Grandpa, junior, I'm just ...... I think this painting is a bit weird. 」

The old fisherman let out an "oh", his eyes widened slightly, and he seemed to be interested, "What's weird?"

Yuan Hao sighed with emotion: "I said it, don't laugh at me. I felt that the person in this painting was like a living person, inviting me to enjoy the mountains and rivers together. If I am, if I don't answer......

The old fisherman said, "What will happen if you don't agree?"

Yuan Hao suddenly showed disbelief, snorted, and said, "If I don't allow it, the person in the painting will definitely laugh at me." I'm a dignified little man, I'm afraid of his fart, just go, what's there to be afraid of?"

As soon as the words fell, I could only hear the old fisherman's "ah", and the voice sounded cheerful and ridiculous.

Yuan Hao's face turned red, he lowered his head, expecting to be ridiculed, but he didn't dare to see the color on the old fisherman's face, so he just smiled and said, "I, I don't know how to draw...... Speaking of qinqi, calligraphy and painting, I have only read a little book, haha, haha, it is normal to not understand painting, don't be weird, don't be weird, grandpa. 」

The old fisherman did not reply for a long time, and in an instant, the breeze came slowly, and only the rustling sound of the poplar forest could be heard.

Yuan Hao was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to raise his head at all, so he didn't see the old fisherman's hideous look like he was staring at his prey.

When he was young, he heard the old fisherman laugh loudly, and his voice was cheerful, and he said, "Little one, you are very good, very good, speaking of which, the old man doesn't even know your name. The old man's surname is Zhu, and his name is Yuntang. After a pause, he said, "You can call the old man Grandpa Bamboo." 」

Yuan Hao still knew how to respect the old and the virtuous, so he hurriedly got up and saluted, and said, "Junior Yuan Hao, I have seen Grandpa Zhu. 」

Zhu Yuntang nodded and said, "This painting, the old man has made many people look at it many times, what is the meaning of the painting, the old man is the same as you, he doesn't know how to paint, where can he understand the meaning of the painting?

When Yuan Hao finally raised his head, Zhu Yuntang Lang smiled and said, "But you are different from those stupid people, your answer is very good for the old man's temper, very good, very good. His eyes were full of appreciation.

When Yuan Hao heard this, his temper became louder, and he also laughed, and said, "Grandpa Zhu, don't underestimate the kind of person in your mouth, if the owner of this painting is not you, but a woman, those people will definitely praise endlessly, just ask the woman to look back, how can I, Yuan Hao, be a lewd person who does such bird things?" He laughed and said, "If you just want a woman to look at yourself, why bother so much?

Zhuyuntang was very happy, patted his legs and applauded, and said, "Not bad, not bad! This trick is wonderful, the villain is flattering, and he can't be a beauty, he deserves it, he deserves it!"

He stayed with Yuan Hao for a while, and this time between the two of them talking and laughing, there was no proper etiquette, but it was like getting along with friends, there was nothing to talk about, and the laughter was not stopped.

And Yuan Hao was not a person who spoke properly, and when he saw Zhuyuntang being so vulgar and disrespectful, he also knew it, let go of his courage and talked to him.

This old man and young man even drank several pots of tea, and his throat was dumb when he chatted, but he still refused to stop, only to feel that the other party was really a rare and valuable frank person, and when it was getting late, Zhuyuntang was reluctant to let Yuan Hao leave.

Seeing Yuan Hao's short figure getting farther and farther away, until he disappeared, Zhuyuntang always stared at the entrance of the poplar forest, and muttered, "Finally, finally ......."

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Yuan Hao returned to Fuxian Town, the sky was getting dark, but there were still many people in Fuxian Town, and there was an endless stream of visitors.

At that time, someone lit a red lantern hung up for the wedding, and the first light was lit, followed by the second and third...... Soon, the whole Fuxian Street was booming, the scenery was beautiful, and it was in a uproar.

Yuan Hao saw that there was not a word in the mouths of these Fuxian people shouting "Long live Miss Fan!" and "Long live Fuxian!"

Seeing the happy appearance of these Fuxian people, Yuan Hao became more and more embarrassed, bowed his head and walked quickly, afraid that he would look at those Fuxian people and feel even more sorry. He walked more and more quickly, and then turned a corner, and saw a familiar figure in front of an inn in the distance.

The man was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a square face and sword eyebrows, and a pair of tiger eyes, and if any ruffian dared to look at him more than once, and a muffled sound of dissatisfaction came from his throat, he would surely be glared at by him, and frightened away by the snort of a wild beast in his throat.

I saw that his face was very impatient, and the tiger's eyes were even more terrifying, and all the pedestrians on the road bowed their heads and walked by, but who was that person who was not all vying for the lead?

Yuan Hao took a step forward and saw that his left cheek was red and swollen, and there was a five-finger palm print, so he couldn't help but ask, "The surname is Du, what's going on with your face?" When he asked, he couldn't help laughing, and he asked while laughing, so angry that his face turned red.

The unhappiness on his face was even worse, and he said angrily: "Fuck, what do children do with that? This is called an honor scar, understand? That stinky girl, Lao Tzu has been rampant in the gambling world for ten years, what Gao Yue Abyss has never seen, I have never seen such a brazen person, it is really ...... What a role model for my generation!" He stroked the palm prints on his face, his face itching with hatred, but his words were full of admiration.

Yuan Hao was puzzled when he heard this, and said, "Do you want to scold or praise people?" He turned his head and came to his senses, and said, "You gamble...... It's not that you want to collect information, you just know how to have fun, but I take care of the general interests and work hard to collect information for our future. 」

When he said this, his face was full of solemnity.

They all rolled their eyes first, and said, "Come on, how long have we known each other, and what kind of character you have, don't I know? Don't talk about it, go in first. 」

The two walked into the inn, paid the martial arts, came to the guest room on the second floor, threw the bags, and sat down, and then called the little two to call some dishes, first there was no sentence haha laughing, waiting for the little two to leave with all the dishes, and left quickly, the two of them fell silent, closed the door and window separately, and turned around to sit down.

I just heard them all rush to be the first to say, "How are you over there?"

Yuan Hao thought for a while, and then talked about the painter he smelled in the tavern today.

Du Vying was the first to hear the words and his face did not change, then he raised his eyebrows, and then his face changed several times, and said, "So, if we don't find that Miss Mozhu as soon as possible, will it be difficult to ensure that one day we will go to the street for her to see, and finally be recognized?"

Yuan Hao nodded and said, "Yes, but Fuxian said that it is not big, it is not small, then Miss Mozhu does not live in the town, after all, with such a painter, it will definitely be passed on to ten, ten to hundred, how can we not know when we enter the town?"