"alright."
Xie Fu's voice brought Chen Qinglan back to her senses, and the child said happily: "Sir, the painting is so beautiful. I want to be as good as him."
Xie Fu chuckled, "No, you are better than me."
"Thank you, sir." Chen Qinglan reminded, actually looking forward to seeing the other party's paintings.
Xie Fu realized that the two exchanged places and admired each other's masterpieces. The children immediately followed Xie Fu and moved their places. One child looked at Chen Qinglan's painting and said sadly: "Mr. Xie may lose."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "At that moment, let's say a few nice words to Mr. Chen and let Mr. Chen show his respect." Then he started to admire Chen Qinglan's paintings.
On Chen Qinglan's side, when he saw Xie Fu's painting, his face was filled with surprise and he fell into the painting. The green mountains are towering, the autumn rain covers the river, the river waves are filled with smoke, and the painting is coming out of the dust. It is refreshing to see it, just like Be there.
Looking at the long autumn rain, it was made in one stroke, and the meaning of the rain is far-reaching. This person really has such real talent and learning. When did such a famous person appear in Suzhou City? I didn’t know, so I blurted out and asked: "This painting is called what name?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Picture of a drowning duck."
The children burst into laughter.
Chen Qinglan felt that Fang Aocai was humiliating her, and said angrily: "Where did the duck come from? How could a duck drown?"
Xie Fu came over and pointed at the painting, "Isn't this a little duck?"
Chen Qinglan looked around and saw only a few stubborn rocks near the shore. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be the heads of ducks. Only the heads were visible but the body was not visible, as if they were drowning. This technique was incredible!
Chen Qinglan said angrily: "Even if it is a duck as you said, how can a duck drown?"
Xie Fu said with a smile: "This is a little duck. The little duck doesn't know it can swim yet."
Chen Qinglan glared at Xie Fu coldly, "Are you mocking me?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "I don't dare! Mr. Chen's paintings are majestic and have far-reaching ideas. I am willing to be inferior to you, but can I ask for an equal score?"
Chen Qinglan's face was much gentler, "You think I'm like you...if you lose, you lose, I can afford to lose!" As he said this, he glanced at the children and said with a smile: "Sir, I lost, so I won't stop you in the future. Painting.”
The children did not cheer. They probably felt Mr. Chen's disappointment and walked to Mr. Chen's side one after another.
Someone said: "Mr. Chen, if you don't like it, we will... stop painting."
They like both gentlemen. Although Mr. Chen is sometimes too strict and strict, they know in their hearts that Mr. Chen is for their own good.
Some words may not be understood by the children, so Chen Qinglan simply said: "Maybe sir, he is wrong." It is really rare to admit his mistakes in front of these children.
Chen Qinglan looked at Xie Fu, and the two of them walked towards the door in tacit agreement. It was drizzling outside, and the two of them stood under the eaves.
From disdain to disgust, to surprise, to anger, to finally being convinced and calmly accepting, this series of emotional changes is too fast. No one has ever allowed his attitude to change so quickly. Just that small painting Picture of a drowning chicken. Thinking of such a weird name, Chen Qinglan couldn't help but smile.
Did just this picture of a drowning duck change my attitude immediately?
Not necessarily. If you think back carefully, you can see that there are traces of his words and deeds. The paper he pasted, the children's enthusiasm and closeness to him, his talent but not his arrogance, his humility and politeness. On the contrary, he was tit for tat at every turn. , the words are extremely sharp.
Chen Qinglan turned her head and looked at him. He was dressed in simple Confucian clothes, just like the painting he made. Although his name was tacky, it had the connotation of being graceful and graceful, which is rare!
"Mr. Xie, haven't you asked for advice yet?"
"Thank you Fu."
"Mr. Xie's... this picture of a drowning duck really impressed me. I don't know when there was a person like Mr. Xie in Suzhou City."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "Chen Douzhi, we have met before."
Chen Qinglan was greatly surprised when he heard this. He looked at Xie Fu with wide eyes and blurted out, "When? Where?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "At the entrance of Qin Tower."
"At the entrance of Qin Tower?"
Chen Qinglan started to think about it, but after thinking for a long time, she had no impression at all. She said to Fu Xie, "I can't remember."
As he spoke, he looked at Fu Xie, who was dressed in simple Confucian clothes, and said, "If you were dressed like this at that time, I might not have noticed you." At the end of the sentence, his tone was a little apologetic.
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Chen Douzhi, you were surrounded by a group of people that night. It's understandable that you didn't notice me."
"If you say that, it's as if you didn't say it. There will be one night when I won't be..."
Chen Qinglan said but turned into a smile and did not continue. Instead, he said: "Since you know my identity, if you have time to have a few drinks at Qin Tower, I will definitely receive you personally."
Fu Xie smelled her body coming out of her clothes. He looked down and saw the toes of a pair of embroidered shoes protruding from the hem of his robe.
Every woman's body has body fragrance to some extent. Chen Qinglan knows this as a brothel, and she is a woman who is soaked in floral musk powder all day long.
When Chen Qinglan saw his move, she immediately thought of something, "Just wait a moment. I'll go to the next room and take off my snow socks."
Xie Fu laughed: "How about I tear it off myself?"
Gu Chen Qinglan turned around in surprise and saw that Xie Fu had already left in the light rain.
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Lan Ning specially bought glutinous rice dumplings and wanted to come to Tantai Mansion to visit Tantai Heqing.
When I arrived at the entrance of Tantai Mansion, I saw a man turning into the alley on the side of Tantai Mansion.
This person is "Mr. Zhu" whom she hates the most but wants to meet again.
"Juan'er!" Lan Ning's voice was full of joy. The truth was about to be revealed. How could she not be happy.
Juan'er heard the sound and asked curiously: "Miss, what's wrong?"
Lan Ning pointed at Zhu Ming, "Juan'er, that person!" He said and hurriedly followed her.
The master and servant chased after her, and Juaner shouted directly at Zhu Ming in a cold voice: "Stop!"
Hearing this cold shout, Zhu Ming instinctively turned around and saw Lan Ning's feet seemed to be nailed for a moment, but he did not dare to raise his head to face Lan Ning.
Just as Juan'er was about to speak, Lan Ning raised his hand to signal Juan'er not to speak. He walked towards Zhu Ming and greeted him politely, "Master Zhu, I didn't expect to meet here."
We made him run away last time, now we can't scare him away again.
Zhu Ming said nothing, and Lan Ning said with a smile: "Don't you want to see me? Why don't you dare to look up at me?"
Lan Ning's voice seemed to be gentle, which gave Zhu Ming the illusion that Mrs. Lan Ning had accepted him. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Lan Ning.
Different from the indifference when she met her at Kaiyuan Temple, Madam Lan Ning actually had a smile on her lips. Her expression looked very happy to see her. Could it be that Madam Lan Ning had figured it out? Zhu Ming's heart was pounding when he thought of this. , I can’t believe that happiness comes so quickly.
Lan Ning softly shouted: "Master Zhu, I'm talking to you, why are you ignoring me?"
Lan Ning knows men too well. She has tortured men thousands of times, and all she needs to do is be nice, and men will immediately fall in love with her again.
There is no way, some men are just so mean.
Zhu Ming was even more flattered by Lan Ning's soft call. He felt that Mrs. Lan Ning understood his deep affection, so he said: "Ms. Lan Ning, although I know I am not worthy of you, but I love you... …”
Lan Ning interrupted Zhu Ming with a smile, "Master Zhu, I don't know your name yet, can you tell me?"
Zhu Ming immediately said happily: "Ms. Lan Ning, my name is Zhu Ming."
Lan Ning said thoughtfully: "Oh, Zhu Ming, how do you write these two words?"
After hearing this, Juan'er finally understood what the young lady was thinking. It turned out that the young lady wanted to confirm again whether Mr. Zhu was the person with whom she had written letters.
Zhu Ming smiled and said: "Ms. Lan Ning, there is no pen and ink here, otherwise I will write it for you to read."
Lan Ning smiled lightly: "Writing and ink are not simple yet. Come with me to Huiyingyuan. I want to say something to you and express my apology for what I offended that day."
Who is Lan Ning? Even Xie Fu, who deals with celebrities in brothels all day long, can't stand him. Zhu Ming was immediately fascinated.
Zhu Ming followed Lan Ning as if he had been drugged.
Zhu Ming kept staring at Lan Ning's graceful back with natural undulations under the mountains, and secretly sighed that Mrs. Lan Ning was so beautiful.
When Mrs. Lan Ning stopped, she realized that she was already returning to the hall of Yingyuan.
It was daytime, and the hall back to Yingyuan seemed a bit deserted, with not many people around.
Lan Ning asked Juan'er to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She turned around and saw that Zhu Ming was a little nervous and embarrassed. She smiled and reassured: "Mr. Zhu, there may have been a misunderstanding last time. Lan Ning wants to apologize to you first." After saying that, he gave a polite gift.
Zhu Ming was flattered again. He took a step forward and immediately stopped, but he did not dare to touch Lan Ning at all. He said hurriedly: "Ms. Lan Ning, you must not do it."
I was extremely moved. Mrs. Lan Ning did not look down on me. It turned out to be a misunderstanding. God finally took pity on my infatuation. Zhu Ming felt so happy that he almost fainted, hum! Xie Fu, you can’t take away Mrs. Lan Ning after all.
Juan'er quickly got pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Lan Ning raised her hand and said, "Master Zhu, please tell me how to write your name so that Lan Ning can remember it in her heart."
Zhu Ming's head was hot and he responded readily: "Okay."
Lan Ning smiled and said: "Juan'er, grind it for Mr. Zhu."
Juan'er was stunned and said: "Me?" She quickly reacted and replied: "Okay."
Juaner laid out the paper and began to grind the ink, but her face was a little reluctant.
The ink thickened, Lan Ning raised his hand and saluted: "Master Zhu, please."
The moment Zhu Ming walked to the table and picked up the pen, Lan Ning's eyes became sharp, as if he wanted to see everything about Zhu Ming from this action.
When I saw that there was no mistake in Zhu Ming's writing, I was shocked and felt uneasy. Could it be that as Juan'er said, it was just the first time I met him when we returned to Yingyuan, so he was a little nervous. He has been in touch with me through letters these days. It’s the person in front of me!
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