On the eve of his departure, Liu Zhixia received an invitation from the old man from Yuan's mansion and asked him to go to the ink house in the city to enjoy paintings and tea.
When he heard the report from Yuan Mansion's servants, Liu Zhixia's face flashed a momentary surprise, and then he recovered calm.
At that time, Fu Yuzheng was cleaning up the paper and pen used to practice calligraphy in the living room. "Ink House is well-known in the city. It is a gallery. Most of the hanging is famous calligraphy and painting. Among them, there are also poor students who sell calligraphy and painting to support their families. You can go and have a look, a lot of fine products."
"Do you know this too?" Liu Zhixia teased.
"Of course I know. Although my life was difficult when I was a child, I grew up in Beijing, and I know it better than you. In addition to the social activities you have to go to, you will go home directly in the next dynasty. I'm afraid there are so many scenic spots in Beijing now. You don’t know how many shops there are."
"Then I need more advice from my wife."
"It's easy to say, as long as the husband needs it."
"I need it all the time."
Maodou supported his small head with both hands, and rolled his eyes with low eyebrows. Dad is now facing down, except for throwing a few copybooks for him to practice calligraphy, basically ignore him.
It's annoying to always pester my mother to talk.
It was still early afternoon, and Liu Zhixia arrived as scheduled.
By the time Yuan Lao had already been admiring the calligraphy and painting in the ink-wash Curie, holding a walking stick, squinting his eyes and raising his head, he looked at the calligraphy and paintings in front of him laboriously.
Old-fashioned.
A few people followed him, who should be the treasurer and buddies of Shui Mo Ju, with a trembling expression on their faces.
Liu Zhixia calmly said that these people were afraid that Old Yuan Yuan could not walk steadily and fell or bumped, and Shui Mo Ju could not bear the responsibility.
"Old Yuan, you are embarrassing people by coming out like this."
Walked over and smiled at Old Yuan.
"How do you embarrass people? You all think that the old man is old, and if he touches him, he will lose it? The old man is still awake and can walk without you looking at it. If there is something that has nothing to do with you, the old man said." Old Yuan let go, turning his head and looking at the people around him, "Everyone is walking. He is here, and someone next to me is watching. You don't need to get in the way."
The previous sentence also said that it has nothing to do with people, and the next sentence puts her own responsibility on others. Liu Zhixia feels quite ridiculous.
But the shopkeeper of Shui Mo Ju and others were extremely happy about it, walking briskly when they walked, as if they had removed the heavy burden on their shoulders.
"Come here and help the old man. You are really old. If you don't accept the old, you can still save face in front of outsiders. You don't have to. You are clear in your heart." Yuan Lao beckoned and signaled Liu Zhixia to go over. Help him, the two slowly walked down the gallery.
Perhaps it was an extra greeting. At this time, there was no third person in the gallery except for the two of them. The entire gallery is very clean.
"The old man knows that you are a smart and transparent. Why did you call you out this time? You must have guessed the reason. The old man didn't go around with you. Since Xiliang negotiated, you never went to my house again, just to avoid suspicion. ?"
The old man was straightforward, Liu Zhixia didn't pretend to be, and nodded, "Yes, it's good for everyone."
Old Yuan sighed, "How did you say that your parents gave birth to you? What do you do so well? If you are mediocre, you won't be so attracted to bees and butterflies. How much did you do for the old man?"
When he invited people out this time, his old face was panicked.
Be honest and upright for a lifetime, and come to somersault when you are old.
I am really old, softened, and start to feel a little confused.
Regarding the ridiculous accusation of the old man, Liu Zhixia only smiled and did not answer.
People's self-control comes from the self. One cannot control oneself, but blames others for being too good for making oneself unable to resist the temptation. This is putting the cart before the horse.
It is an excuse that I give to myself and find out.
Old Yuan also knew that he was looking for excuses, "Hey, how can you be blamed, you can't be blamed, if you are not good enough, you won't be able to win the eyes of the old man. However, there is really no way at all?"
"Yuan Lao Qingming has spent his entire life, standing proudly for three dynasties, he should not be blind to others. My temperament, Yuan Lao must have understood seven or eight out of ten."
"My old man Yuan has accumulated most of his foundation. The hidden connections are beyond your imagination, and the benefits you can bring to you are beyond your imagination. Don't you really think about it? Maybe Yun'er has peaceful coexistence with Mrs. Liu chance?"
"Don't think about it. Without Lao Yuan's contacts, as long as I want to, my achievements may not be lower than Lao Yuan in the future."
Old Yuan was silent, and then hummed softly after a while, "Bullish boy, okay, if the old man is not dead, the old man will open his eyes and see how high you can climb."
"Old Yuan, wait and see."
The old man pointed his cane forward, "I have been watching the painting with me for a long time. There are many people I don't know, but the painting is pretty good."
The topic about Yuan Yunqiao stopped here, and the old man didn't mention it again afterwards. As always with Liu Zhixia, there was no barrier at all because of this rejection.
On the contrary, he took a different look at this young man in his heart.
At the very beginning, Liu Zhixia broke into his eyes with the posture of the top three and the top. Although this achievement was good, it was not uncommon before, so it was not rare. Later, Liu Zhixia climbed up step by step. There must be the shadow of King Nanling behind him, so Yuan Lao looked down on him.
After that, once again, he looked at this young man in a straightforward manner. It was after contacting him to become an auxiliary minister of the emperor. After knowing the true material of this man and his character, Yuan Yuan really began to change.
It is indeed a rare talent among the younger generation in North Korea.
And what Yuan Lao appreciates more than his talent is his character.
Character is the backbone of a person.
Those who can not be deceived by power and fascinated by Wanhua, and stick to their original heart, are beyond ordinary people's reach.
It's a pity, his Yuan family is not lucky.
Their little granddaughter is not lucky.
This is all destined, why did they fail to rush
People have been invited, talked and talked about, besides the love of the elders to the younger generation, he also explained his request to Yun'er.
No matter what happens in the future, it's up to the young people to toss about what kind of destiny they will have if they don't care.
Knowing that Yuan Lao invited Liu Zhixia to talk, Yuan Yunqiao stayed in the mansion all day and didn't go anywhere, staring anxiously at the news.
It was almost evening when Old Yuan came back, and he only gave her a word, "I don't have any hope, I'm looking back."
After speaking, the old man went back to the flower hall to take a nap.
Yuan Yunqiao lay on the bed for three full days.
Fu Yuzheng didn't ask about what Liu Zhixia was talking about when he went to the Shui Mo Ju for an appointment.
Liu Zhixia didn't mention it to him either.
There is a natural tacit understanding between the husband and wife, one does not ask, and the other does not mention it, so you don’t need to care about this matter.