In this world, there is always a kind of person who is not good and unpleasant, especially when he is at one level, and suddenly sees someone else getting up, he will grit his teeth, will be yin and yang, will complain, and even feel that someone else has robbed him of the opportunity that belongs to him......

Chen Tang has seen a lot of such people. When he used to be a teacher, he encountered a lot of judging grades or something.

Now in the face of Wu Han, where can he take care of it? Since he went back with Su Ling, he helped to arrange and put the new home in order. There is a vegetable market near Hanmo Street, which is convenient for buying groceries and cooking at home at night.

In the next two or three days, Chen Tang lived a very leisurely life, reading books at home, and going out to admire other people's works in the calligraphy and painting shops on both sides of Hanmo Street.

He has the heart to develop in this area, so he must learn from the strengths of others and make up for his own shortcomings. Chen Tang himself has a solid foundation, after all, he has learned so many classic fonts that have been passed down for centuries in another time and space, but the practice at that time was still in the imitation stage. Now that my thinking has begun to change, I want to combine the strengths of others to create my own style.

A work of art, personal style is an extremely important thing, with style, there is life, others look at it, do not need to look at the signature seal, just from the handwriting touch, can be recognized.

At this point, it's a success.

Of course, this requires a lot of practice and understanding, and it takes a lot of pen and paper to consume.

Speaking of which, it's still money.

The money Chen Tang has on hand now is enough to maintain his daily needs for a period of time, but after adding other expenses, he seems to be stretched thin and quite embarrassed.

Therefore, it is necessary to add new inputs.

Chen Tang Lao was wandering on Hanmo Street, every time he let Wu Han see it, his eyes bulged, and this old Xiucai couldn't even say hello, his face was straight, and his expression was like the color in a dung pit. He felt in his heart that Chen Tang must have deliberately staged a demonstration in front of him.

But Chen Tang didn't mean this at all, he just came to see the works of the calligraphy and painting shop.

After watching a round, I basically have a rough idea.

He is now full of energy and sharp thinking, as if a new area of his brain has been developed and enlightened. All in all, he learns things quickly and becomes a legendary "scholar-level" genius. After practicing for two or three days, I got a prototype, which was a little interesting.

In addition, with his persistent cultivation every day, his Heavenly and Human Qi has successfully broken through the Water Acupoint and marched towards the Tanzhong Acupoint on his chest. Although there is still a long way to go before a complete Zhou Tian cycle, Chen Tang believes that as long as he persists, he will be able to achieve Zhou Tian's achievements one day.

On this day, Chen Tang was going to Panzhou College to attend classes. He checked off a lesson on the scriptures and meanings of "Zhuzi's Remarks" and arranged it in the morning.

After breakfast, Chen Tang put on his book and went to the college.

When passing by Hanmo Street, he happened to be seen by Wu Han, who came to open a stall, and his heart moved, so he stopped setting up a stall, and followed to see if Chen Tang could really enter the academy.

This kind of psychology is actually very contradictory, and it can even be said that it is somewhat distorted.

When he saw Chen Tang take out his waist card, Shi Shiran entered the gate of the academy, Wu Han outside sighed, his expression suddenly fell, and the whole person felt bad.

Around Panzhou College, there is a large circle of blue brick walls, which are more than one zhang high, to prevent idlers from climbing and entering.

On both sides, there are quiet alleys, which are equivalent to isolated passages, and there are few pedestrians in normal times.

It's morning again, and it's quiet.

The listless Wu Han walked with a step, trying to take a shortcut through the alley to return to Hanmo Street—no matter what, he had to set up a stall to do business.

"Hey, how can there be a sedan chair?"

Suddenly, Wu Han's eyes widened, and he saw a sedan chair in the middle of the alley, which was not big in shape, it belonged to the kind of small sedan chair carried by two people, square, the sedan curtain was glow red, and some tassels were hanging down on the top of the sedan chair.

There is a sedan chair, but there is no sedan chair driver.

Wu Han looked around strangely, but he couldn't see a single figure, and thought to himself: Could it be that the foot force of which family carried the sedan chair here, and what happened to leave temporarily?

He was about to walk away, and suddenly, the curtain of the sedan chair was slightly lifted a corner, a hand stretched out, beckoned to him, and a voice called: "Childe, come to the slave family......

The voice is a little ethereal, but ethereal and seductive.

Wu Han thought that the sedan chair was empty, but he didn't expect that there was a person sitting inside, and it was still a woman. Listening to her delicate voice, I saw that the outstretched hand was as white as jade, tender as a freshly peeled onion. I couldn't help but swallow my saliva secretly, my mouth was a little dry, and I hurriedly made a salute, and Wen Crepe said: "Miss is polite, Xiaosheng passed by here, and he had no intention of being abrupt." ”

"Childe, come to the slave family......"

The woman sitting in the sedan chair still beckoned to him.

Wu Han felt that this matter was strange, but when he heard the call, his brain was a little confused, and he couldn't help but walk towards the sedan chair.

He has his own wife at home, but he has been married for more than 20 years, and his sloppy-looking wife has already become an unsightly yellow-faced woman, and Wu Han himself has only been a showman, not rich or expensive, with a thin body, it is naturally difficult to have any romantic affairs.

Today, early in the morning, a woman actually called him over, could it be that God finally opened his eyes and gave him passion for his stagnant life?

Wu Han stepped over, and when he arrived in front of the sedan chair, he was thinking about how to phrase it, so that he seemed to be polite, but he was pulled by the green jade hand and pulled into the sedan chair.

The sedan chair was quite dim, difficult to see, Wu Han was a little dizzy, he fell on a soft body, and his hand felt a little cold, but when he touched it, he was indeed a thin waist and fat buttocks.

Buzz!

Wu Han's body was like a beast that had been stimulated, and he couldn't care about anything, so he hurriedly untied his clothes and belt, hugged his opponent and bravely conquered it.

The small sedan chair began to shake like a small boat rippling on the surface of the lake.

About half an hour later—a time that Wu Han never dared to imagine, in recent years, he has been doing things with the yellow-faced woman at home, as short as going to the toilet to pee.

"Ahh

In a low roar of extreme satisfaction, Wu Han finally disarmed, his whole body and mind relaxed, snapped, and collapsed to the ground.

The sedan chair is gone.

The alley was empty, and no one passed by.

Wu Han slept on a slightly uneven mud floor like this, with a sand and gravel diaphragm against his back. But he didn't care, and there was a satisfied smile on his face after extreme pleasure, and his eyes were open, but he had already lost any of his look.

He's dead......