"Read it?" The old man asked Ren Baqian instead of showing the book to Zhan Caixian.
"Thank you." Ren Baqian happened to be interested in the little Huang Wen of this world, so there was no reason to refuse.
Seeing that he agreed happily, the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum: "He is a good man, much more sincere than those gangs who clearly want it in their hearts but say they don't want it."
Everyone around is twitching. Is the person who reads Xiao Huang Wen with you a good person? Is the person who went to the brothel with you a real brother
Ren Baqian took the book happily and said politely, "Thank you for sharing."
It made the old man smile even more happily, and praised: "The little guy is nice, has vision, and is polite."
Others didn't understand, but Ren Baqian did.
Only people like him who have experienced this kind of thing will understand.
Looking at the major forums on the Internet, there are trolls running rampant everywhere, and everyone will be sprayed with blood, and everyone is full of hostility. Only 1024 netizens are all "Thank you for sharing, the host is a good person, a good person will have a safe life...", almost no hostility.
So, everyone is a good person.
"Then I'll take it away first? Return it to you later." Ren Baqian gestured with the book in his hand.
"If you like it, you don't have to return it. You will have a chance to return me a new one in the future. The sword is given to a hero, and the pink is given to a beautiful woman!" The old man was very angry.
But Ren Baqian always felt something was wrong.
Swords are given to heroes, red powder is given to beauties, and little yellow texts are given to...
Ren Baqian felt that he couldn't think about it carefully, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was scolding himself, but the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum blooming on his face, and even gave himself a little porn book, why can't Lin Qiaole scratch his face with embarrassment?
Arching his hands towards the old man, Ren Baqian put the book in his arms with a speechless expression.
"What's in the book? Let me take a look, why can't women read it?" Lin Qiaole came over with a curious expression.
"You will know in fifty years!" Ren Baqian said. After thinking about it, although someone like Lin Qiaole is good looking, she may not be able to marry, maybe it will take another hundred years.
After entering the village, from time to time, you can see old people basking in the sun and watering flowers in the yard, just like the old ladies in the village.
At any rate, I saw a person painting with a brush on a table in the yard, squatting in a horse stance, with the forearm of one hand parallel to the table, and the brush in his hand was drawing strokes on the drawing paper from time to time.
This person's every move seemed to be extremely imposing, which made Ren Baqian finally feel that he still had a bit of a master's demeanor.
After all, the people here are all the older generation who survived the war. These masters are not all mud legs, and it is not surprising that some of them are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"Grandpa Village Chief, what are you painting?" Zhan Caixian jumped into the yard carrying the firewood.
"Huashan!" the old man said without raising his head.
Zhan Caixian stretched her neck and glanced at the drawing paper, then turned her head to look at the nearby high mountains, and said doubtfully, "This mountain is a bit fatter!"
"It's so majestic!"
"Shorter?"
"This is accumulating momentum, and one day it will break the sky!"
"This is clearly a mountain bag, right?"
"It's called looking at the mountains, not the mountains, you're the one who talks too much, girl." The old man said angrily.
Although Ren Baqian didn't see what the old man drew, he could understand that it was not an ordinary person who could draw the mountain peak piercing into the sky like a mountain bag.
I just felt that this person has style for nothing, and he is a soul painter for a long time.
While thinking about it, he added: "Soul Painter!"
The old man's ears were sharp, his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he laughed loudly: "This little guy is a smart guy. The most important thing in painting is the soul, the meaning, not the shape. Come, come, little guy, take a look, old man Only those with vision can see the paintings."
"This old man is a chakra, just a little weaker than me." Lin Qiaole added in a timely manner, stretched out her hand and gestured, with one hand facing the sky and the other pointing to the ground.
Ren Baqian felt that the meaning probably meant: the gap between heaven and earth. But when you say weaker, what do you mean by making gestures like this.
"Little girl has such a big tone." The old man almost laughed angrily at her action.
"Today, the old man is out of common sense. Come and see my paintings." The old man looked at her carefully, and then turned to greet Ren Baqian. Finding someone who can appreciate your paintings is much more important than fighting with others. up.
"excuse me."
After Ren Baqian finished speaking, he walked to the table with his hands behind his back and took a look, with a strange expression on his face.
What kind of mountain bag are you.
You are obviously a steamed bun, and behind the steamed bun is the outline of another steamed bun.
There is also a small stone painted on the steamed bun.
"How?" The old man said with a complacent expression.
"Looking horizontally, it becomes mountains and vertically becomes peaks!" Ren Baqian's mind immediately popped up this line of poetry. From a certain angle, it is not an exaggeration to say that the mountains are undulating.
"Okay, well said!" The old man immediately burst out laughing when he heard this poem. "This poem matches my painting, just in line with the artistic conception."
"Is there another sentence?"
"Distance and height are different!"
"Not bad!" The old man laughed and inscribed these two poems.
Ren Baqian felt that what the ancients said was not wrong at all, hooligans are not to be feared, they are only afraid that hooligans are educated!
The man in front of him is not only an educated hooligan, but also a kamiwa-level educated hooligan.
The little girl next to her passively watched a picture of "horizontal mountains and vertical peaks", and she was still studying the mountains and peaks in this painting carefully!
Then the old man put the paintbrush aside and saw that Zhan Caixian was still holding the firewood beside him, and said, "Don't you send the firewood to Hu Qinghua? Are you tired of holding it?"
"Oh!" Zhan Caixian nodded quickly, and said to Ren Baqian seriously: "Your poems are really good." Then he ran outside holding the firewood.
The old man stretched out his hand to rub against his body, then looked up at Ren Baqian and asked, "The little guy is in my way, yes! Yes! What does Ye Sanbo have to do with you?"
Ren Baqian's mind started to spin after hearing this, does this old man know someone with the surname Ye in Yunguo? That person was at least seventy years ago. If he lived to this day, he might be a master.
However, I had never heard of such a character in Qingfeng City before.
Then two possibilities, either the masters of the older generation, or the ancestors of the Qingfeng City Lord, have died long ago.
Or it was the old man lying to himself. There are often such plots on TV. If he climbed up the pole and said that he was the ancestor, the old man immediately laughed three times, and then slapped himself to death.
After thinking for a while, Ren Baqian said, "I've never heard of this person before, where did senior know about him?"
The old man was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "Is that so? I thought after meeting an old friend. Time flies, things change and people change!"
"Come in and talk." The old man waved his hand, his interest dropped a lot.
Ren Baqian felt that he might be thinking too much, but there was no big mistake in being careful. After all, he is now in the enemy's hinterland.
If it succeeds, it will be twice the result with half the effort to calm down this sky-viewing land in the future.
If someone finds out, I'm afraid I will be chased and killed.
This old man is a god wheel. I don't know if there are any god wheels in the village. If there are still, coupled with a large number of veteran earth wheel masters, Lin Qiaole may not be able to escape if she wants to take herself away.