Qiu Ying looked up and looked around. The content in the painting was this dilapidated courtyard, which was obviously made by the owner of this place, and it was clearly visible at a glance.

Guo Wenping was stunned and looked down. It was a very strange painting, drawn with charcoal pen, which was a bit like the techniques passed down from Western countries.

While he was drinking with his friends, he had seen similar paintings in the inn, which seemed not very popular in Dashun.

I looked up at Mr. Qiu Ying's eyes and obviously liked them very much.

Is that good?

Guo Wenping didn't remember why this painting was on his own table, but he didn't say anything negative at the moment.

He suddenly couldn't help but hesitate.

Although Mr. Qiu was kind just now, he could see that he did not take him seriously as a down-and-out scholar at all.

Guo Wenping thinks this is an opportunity.

It may even be that it was the opportunity for him to fall down in the sky.

He couldn't help but lower his head and smiled ambiguously: "I have poor painting skills, these things are paths after all."

Qiu Ying laughed: "How many things in the world are not trivial things? Brother, don't belittle yourself. Just use your skills to draw a lot of skills. If you practice hard for a few years, it will become a climate. What I said, if it is not accurate, come back and hit me!"

Guo Wenping's face turned red.

Wang Tian was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Sir, it seems that my brother is destined to be you. Why don't you accept him and let him be my junior brother?"

Guo Wenping was also clever and immediately knelt down and became a disciple.

Qiu Ying thought about it, showed a little smile on his face, looked at the sloppy painting in his hand, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, you must also be a disciple seriously, and you will talk about it later."

Although he did not ask for a worship immediately, according to Qiu Ying's intention, he should be solemnly holding a disciple ceremony and bringing him to his subordinates.

Guo Wenping was overjoyed and never expected that he would have such an opportunity. His decadence over the past few days was immediately wiped out.

Qiu Ying was also happy and couldn't wait to squint his eyes: "Let's go, take you to Jiangnan Academy and let you have a long experience."

He wanted to bring this kid to Song Ran. If the old kid knew that the painting he was thinking about was bought by himself and even the painter had been in his pocket, the old kid would not have the wish in his life.

Well, unless he is willing to ask himself!

Jiangnan Academy

Library

"Ah Yeh, Ah Yeh!"

Mr. Song suddenly sneezes twice.

Yang Yuying looked up at him and quickly moved her steps away from him.

Song Ran nodded: "It's time to be careful."

Children are not comfortable with colds, as colds affect their studies.

Yang Yuying laughed, Young Master Rong carefully leaned over from behind and gently pulled her sleeve.

The two of them quietly stood up and retreated to the back, avoiding Song Ran, and Young Master Rong breathed a sigh of relief: "You actually dare to be so close to Mr. Song?"

Yang Yuying raised her book to block her face and smiled and said, "If you have any gossip, hurry up and say it, there is still something wrong."

She felt that she was really degenerate.

In the past, she was not so fond of trouble. What's the matter with other people's gossip?

I can only say that those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to Mo are black. After dealing with characters like Mr. Rong for a long time, they are also involved in good things.

I can’t hear a few interesting gossips every day, it seems like I’m missing something.

Well, she was better than Mr. Rong. She was quite good at it. She only listened to the gossip and didn't spread it around anymore.

However, there seems to be nothing to spread.

Back then, her marshal was admired and loved by others. As a person who knew his personal virtues well, she never spread the gossip of the marshal, let alone the little things now.

"We Mr. Song didn't miss the situation a while ago, so he asked a guy named Qiu to take the lead and buy a painting he liked. He was uncomfortable for several days. He heard that whenever he had time, he would go to the shop selling calligraphy and paintings to wait."

Mr. Rong was a little confused about this.

"I usually like art and elegance. Everyone loves famous paintings, and it is pleasing to the eye when I look at them. But why do I think so much about it? Without this one, I can buy one. There are thousands of paintings in the world, and there are many good paintings. If I don't buy them, I won't buy them. What's that?"

"Mr. Song is just worried about it. He just wants the one he likes. It is said that he just lets the servant go home and get some money, and the painting will be in the hands of others. If the gentlemen from our academy bought it, maybe he can give it to him if he likes it, but he doesn't give it to him and let him come to his house to appreciate it casually. That's absolutely fine."

"But the one with the surname Qiu doesn't deal with us Mr. Song. The two of them have personal grudges. Let this person take the lead. Wouldn't our husband be even more angry?"

Yang Yuying casually turned the pages of the book.

This is all old gossip.

Mr. Song is serious and doesn't like to laugh and make fun of him in class, but the students can still feel it when he is in a good mood or in a bad mood.

This gentleman is already very difficult when he is in a good mood. As he is in a bad mood, he will have to have the heart to die.

A few days ago, the students mentioned that Qiu's surname was gritting their teeth. They probably wanted to form a group to get his sack, not only one or two.

“There is new progress.”

Young Master Rong came over mysteriously and whispered, "The person surnamed Qiu found the painter who painted that painting. He is walking towards our Jiangnan Academy. This afternoon, you will be here tomorrow at most. This must be just to anger Mr. Song. I'm afraid I'll have a lot of fun recently."

Having said that, Mr. Rong was still a little unhappy.

"I secretly told you that Mr. Song, our master of calligraphy and painting, likes famous works, and sometimes he can't put down his works when he meets new people. How much he likes them can't imagine it if anyone who has never seen them."

Mr. Rong looked around, as if he was afraid to let others hear it. "About seven years ago, he got a picture of a hundred horses from my brother. It was very well drawn, with a hundred pegases with different expressions. It looked like the signature was made by Xiaoxiangzi. Mr. Song liked it very much. He read it on the day and at night. If he didn't look at it for a while before going to bed, he couldn't even sleep. That day he returned home from Jiangnan Academy. Nanhuai Lane suddenly caught fire. The fire burned half of the sky red. Everyone fled desperately."

"Mr. Song's house is also hidden, and the servants stopped him and refused to let him go in. As a result, our Mr. Song lied and deceived the servants. He slipped into the house and did nothing else, just to save his paintings."

"Fortunately, his family was just implicated, not the source of fire. His bedroom just started to burn again, and it finally didn't make our Song Xian's life scattered."

Yang Yuying was also surprised when she heard this: "I like it so much?"

"Not."

Mr. Rong sighed, "When others see him being serious, they have never thought that he has such obsession and hobbies. I wouldn't know if it weren't for a coincidence."

"A few days ago, he ran to the 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting' at our door every day. He went there whenever he had time. He must liked that painting very much."

"Now the person surnamed Qiu brought the painter to the door. If Mr. Song really couldn't get it, he didn't know how uncomfortable he would be."

Mr. Rong carefully peeked at Song Ran, "I hope I won't..."

Before he finished speaking, a hearty laughter came from outside the library.
Chapter completed!