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Chapter 94: Strange Question

"Dad, there's a guest coming?"

The voice got closer and closer, and a man who looked five points similar to Bai Yuanshan walked in, but he was much younger than Bai Yuanshan, and he looked like he was only forty-seven or eighteen years old.

"Chengye, come, come, get to know Mr. Lin. ”

"This is my unsuccessful son, Bai Chengye. ”

Bai Lao smiled and gave a brief introduction to the two, Lin Junhe is really not a simple character, so he wants his eldest son to make friends with him well.

"Mr. Lin?"

Hearing his father's introduction, Bai Chengye was stunned, this introduction is too strange, look at the other party, it's just the same age as his daughter?

Although he didn't dare to say it, he really had some doubts, his father couldn't be a little old and confused......

Seeing that Bai Chengye was stunned for a moment, Lin Junhe smiled faintly and found him a step down.

"Hello Uncle Bai, I'm here to bother you today, just call me Xiaolin. ”

Bai Chengye nodded, he was quite satisfied, this Lin Junhe was quite polite.

"Xiaolin, just sit down when you come, huh...... The big red robe of Wuyi Mountain?" Bai Chengye smelled a fragrance, and when he saw the tea cup in front of Lin Junhe and Bai Yuanshan again, he was stunned again.

Isn't this the big red robe of Wuyi Mountain that my father treasured, and this is not an ordinary big red robe, but on the mother tree.

This thing is much more precious than gold, and it was once auctioned for a sky-high price of 20 grams and 200,000 yuan.

His father can only get a little bit every year, and he is reluctant to drink it, so he actually takes it out to entertain Lin Junhe?

"Chengye, so rude, you want to call Mr. Lin!" Bai Yuanshan glared, very dissatisfied with his son's attitude.

Bai Chengshan looked a little embarrassed, what is the origin of this Lin Junhe?

Wang Zhong watched from the sidelines, and also smiled bitterly in his heart, Bai Chengye, as an important member of the government, asked him to call a junior like Lin Junhe a gentleman, of course, he was unwilling.

But the old man looked very stubborn.

I called Lin Junhe Mr., but you called Xiaolin, what's the matter, you are older than the old man?

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Lin Junhe smiled, casually looked at a pair of ink paintings hanging on the wall of the study, and said: "This old and cold three friends, the pen is vigorous, and the charm is still there, I can't imagine that Bai Lao is still a person who loves elegance." ”

Bai Yuanshan shook his head, still pointing at Bai Chengye with some dissatisfaction: "It's not mine, it's all collected by this kid who usually has nothing to do." ”

"Oh, Xiaolin, you also know this, my personal little hobby, it's not worth mentioning. ”

Having said that, it is obvious that as soon as these calligraphy and paintings are mentioned, Bai Chengye will come to the spirit.

"Xiaolin, since you also know a little bit about this, let's take a look at this picture of the three friends of the old and cold. Bai Chengye said with interest.

"This picture of the three friends of the year shows the power of pine, the rhyme of bamboo, and the beauty of plum. Among them, the most brilliant ones may be considered by ordinary people to be the finishing touches of these plum blossoms, but in my opinion, these green bamboos are what the author really wants to express. ”

Lin Junhe talked eloquently, and Bai Chengye's eyes became brighter and brighter the more he listened, and he couldn't help but admire: "Xiao Lin is really an elegant person, not bad, not bad." ”

He is really in a good mood now, and it is the first time he has seen such a young person, and he can be accomplished in appreciating calligraphy and painting.

If the girl in her own family is asked to appreciate it, she will definitely say: "It's ugly, what kind of pine and bamboo, can you eat it?"

"Xiaolin, look at this ...... again" Bai Chengye became interested, and his attitude towards Lin Junhe was obviously much better.

Lin Junhe looked at a few more pictures, but his eyes suddenly stayed on a seemingly ordinary fisherman's fishing map.

"This painting ......"

As soon as Lin Junhe saw this, Bai Chengye smiled embarrassedly: "This is my clumsy work, I have a lot of collections, and I feel itchy, so I want to paint it myself." ”

"This painting, although it seems very simple, expresses the taste of the lonely boat in the ancient poem, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, Uncle Bai, you are modest. Lin Junhe smiled, but his real mind was not on tasting.

Because of this painting, there is actually a touch of evil on it!

That's right, it's the evil qi, exactly the same as the evil talisman hidden in the jade unicorn in Shen Yuezhen's house.

This made Lin Junhe feel strange.

The evil qi is not so easy to produce, or it is the same as the black-faced Taoist I met before.

Or, it is that things are covered in dust, buried in the ground for tens or hundreds of years, and constantly eroded by the cold air, which can also form evil qi.

However, how could there be evil spirit in Bai Chengye's own painting of a Chinese painting? And it was quite rich.

Bai Chengye naturally didn't notice Lin Junhe's abnormality, and seemed very excited, this was the first time that someone praised his paintings, and it happened to praise what he was most satisfied with about this painting.

This made him very happy, and he hurriedly asked the maid to make a table of delicious food to greet Lin Junhe.

"Xiaolin, you sit down first, and then you will have a light meal at my house later. With a smile, Bai Chengye went out first.

Bai Yuanshan smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Lin, my son likes these things, and he can't stop when he bounces them, which makes you feel weird." ”

"It's nothing. ”

Lin Junhe shook his head and asked directly, "Old Bai, is there anything unusual about Uncle Bai in the end?"

"For example, you get a headache in the middle of the night?"

When Bai Lao heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Mr. Lin, how do you know?"

But as soon as he asked this, he immediately shook his head with a wry smile, Lin Junhe could see his hidden illness at a glance, and he could see Bai Chengye's fault, so naturally it was not a problem.

"Mr. Lin, I guessed it all for you, my son, in the past six months, he has had a headache in the middle of the night, and it is useless to see many doctors, Mr. Lin, I don't know if you have a way to do it?" Bai Yuanshan asked expectantly.

"There is a way, and I have probably figured out the reason. "Lin Jun River Channel.

"Really?" Bai Yuanshan was suddenly overjoyed: "Please also ask Mr. to help my Bai family again, there will be heavy thanks!"

"Thank you is not necessary, it's just a small thing. Lin Junhe pointed to the fisherman's fishing picture and said, "The problem is in this painting, if you want to cure his problem, you can only destroy this painting." ”

"This ......"

When Bai Yuanshan heard this method, his mouth grew exaggeratedly, it was the first time he had heard of this kind of treatment method, which was a little too unbelievable.

The culprit that caused people to have a headache for half a year is such a small Chinese painting?