Wen Rensheng was sitting by the swimming pool in the front yard, sitting by an easel, painting two birds in the pool.
"Wenwen, come down and play in the water together! The water temperature is just right." Zhao Han, who was pawing the dog with only his head and nose exposed, stretched out his hand to greet Wang Wenwen, who was sitting by the pool.
"I don't know how. You two can swim by yourself." Wang Wenwen was leaning on a deck chair to bask in the sun. She looked down at her fat belly and shook her head in disgust, not forgetting to stuff her mouth with dried seafood.
Zhao Han felt very regretful and turned to Wu Shanshan who was swimming on her back beside him and said: "Sister Shanshan, let's see who can swim faster."
"You can't do it." Wu Shanshan looked at the other party's poor swimming style with disgust, it was really a disgrace to the scenery.
"That's not necessarily true. There is no one in our school who has ever swum me. I even won the county freestyle championship." Zhao Han said, waving his fist.
"That can only mean one thing, your opponents are not good enough." Wu Shanshan said disdainfully.
"How about a competition?" She crawled to the other party's side, holding her arms tightly and not relaxing.
"Okay, it's time to show you how awesome you are." Wu Shanshan finally agreed.
The two girls swam back to the pool, then jumped into the water... and started the competition.
The swimming pool is fifty meters long, which shows how big the front yard of Wenren Sheng's house is.
Wen Rensheng looked up and saw that one of the two was in a standard crawling swimming posture, turning sideways to breathe from time to time and waving his arms out of the water.
One is still using a dog-pawing posture, with his head and nose always above the water, and his hands and feet under the water, turning like a motor.
In the end, what surprised him slightly was that Wu Shanshan only won with a slight advantage of one position... You must know that the former is the fastest freestyle posture, and the latter is not suitable for competition.
"Ah, I actually lost." Zhao Han said very surprised.
"I'm the one who's surprised," Wu Shanshan stretched out her hand to squeeze the opponent's muscles and said in surprise, "You really haven't practiced too much. Such healthy skin is definitely not just a result of sunburn."
At this moment, Wu Liansong walked over and looked at Zhao Han as if he were seeing a treasure.
"Xiaohan, do you want to practice fighting skills with your uncle?"
"Uh, do I still have this qualification?" Zhao Han said excitedly.
"Qualifications are all determined by comparison." Wu Liansong glanced at Wang Wenwen next to him and replied honestly.
Wang Wenwen noticed the other party's gaze, stood up and walked to Wen Rensheng's easel.
"It's starting to look good. You've practiced really fast." She looked at the painting and changed the atmosphere of the conversation in a timely manner. "Now you should be qualified to become a disciple of a certain master. That way you can learn faster."
Wen Rensheng looked reserved: "Then do you have any masters you can recommend?"
Wang Wenwen shook his head and said: "I am naturally smart, and I have learned it all by myself. I really don't know which master is suitable for you."
"I do know that there is a guy who is very good at teaching people to paint. You should have caught his eye." Wu Liansong said, walked over and looked at Wen Rensheng's easel, and nodded pretendingly.
"You're not talking about the 'Four Immortals of Songshan' in that group, are you? They are four strange people who are good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Wen Rensheng said suddenly.
"Yes, I'm talking about the painting immortal among them. Four shameless old guys. They only lived for 150 or 60 years and dared to claim to be immortals..." Wu Liansong shook his head.
"Okay, let me ask that senior."
After Wen Rensheng finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone, opened the "Three Mountains and Five Mountains Magical Powers Invincible" group, and found an alien expert whose nickname was "The Painting of the Four Immortals of Songshan Mountain".
Start with the almighty "Hello" and end with the almighty money.
In the end, the two parties reached an agreement. Wen Rensheng paid a tuition fee of 5 million to study with the other party. The other party promised to let him learn the "mysterious painting technique" within a month. If he failed to learn it, he would receive a full refund.
"This price/performance ratio is really high," Wen Rensheng was quite satisfied, and then felt very puzzled, "It's just that I have to ask for leave again."
Wu Liansong was immediately unhappy: "Are you asking for leave again? How did I find that since Teacher Wang started to revise the company system, others are doing 996 every day, but you are getting more and more relaxed, and you have to ask for leave at every turn."
"This is called sharpening the sword before chopping wood. Since I want to teach students, I must first be able to do it myself. If I only have two or three skills, it will be useless no matter how good I am at teaching." Wen Rensheng said confidently.
This is the benefit of his mysterious teaching, which allows him to learn skills openly.
"I don't believe that Lao Zhao can still approve it again and again? This time it only takes a month." Wu Liansong said "hum".
Wen Rensheng immediately made a call and pressed speakerphone.
"One month? It's a bit long, but this is an investment. As long as the direction is right, the greater the investment, the greater the return. You should study hard, but I will check the results when I come back." Mr. Zhao agreed on the phone.
"Hey, when has this old fat man ever been so generous?" Wu Liansong looked incredulous.
"Okay, Lao Wu, it turns out you called me that behind my back. It seems you don't want the bonus this month." Mr. Zhao scolded with a smile.
"Hurry up and hang up." Wu Liansong winked at Wen Rensheng.
So Wen Rensheng said a few words and then hung up the phone.
Wu Liansong sighed and said: "I always feel that you are becoming more and more like your father, and your routines are getting longer and longer. You don't learn from the good ones, but only learn from the bad ones."
At this time, Wu Shanshan came out of the swimming pool and came over after changing clothes.
"You want to learn painting? Then I'll go too." She said bluntly.
"What are you going for?" Wu Liansong immediately objected, "You are still a college student, how can you be so free? Let's get our diploma back first."
"I've learned everything I need to learn. I'm in my senior year now, and my graduation certificate will be issued to me the next year." Wu Shanshan ignored it at all.
Wu Liansong had no choice but to look at Wang Wenwen aside.
Wang Wenwen rolled his eyes and said immediately: "I also want to study further, can you bring me another one? I can just sit in, right?"
"Let me ask the painting master first."
Wen Rensheng asked again, then nodded and said, "The master does not limit the number of spectators. As long as they are aliens, they can attend his class for free. But if he wants to teach according to his aptitude and tailor his teachings to suit his needs, he will have to pay the same tuition fee."
"Okay, I'll follow you in class." Wang Wenwen said excitedly.
Wu Liansong secretly gave Wang Wenwen a thumbs-up gesture. Although this little girl was not very obedient, she was very smart and understood good and evil, and she would repay any kindness she received.
If the three of them go together, he can rest assured that he won't have to worry about being upgraded to a grandpa in a month.
Zhao Han, who was left aside, silently paddled across the swimming pool with a dog paddle...
No matter how envious I am, I can't go. The senior year of high school has only started for one month.
…………
The next day, Wen Rensheng, Wu Shanshan, and Wang Wenwen drove to the foot of Songshan Mountain.
It's not far from Dongshui City. It takes more than five hours to get there by driving on the expressway. It's less troublesome than flying. After all, there is no security check.
With steep mountains, magnificent scenery, green valleys and historic sites everywhere, it is a 5A-level scenic spot.
"The painting master lives on Junji Peak, the main peak of Songshan Mountain. It is said in the Book of Songs that Song is as high as the mountains and as high as the sky." Wen Rensheng introduced the two girls as they walked along the rugged mountain road.
"Then he is really confident. Such a steep mountain peak is isolated and it is easy for something to happen." Wang Wenwen looked at the scenery of the mountain road and couldn't help but admire it.
Although it is a famous mountain and it falls on a Sunday, there are very few tourists on the mountain trail, and only occasionally three or five tourists are encountered.
Wen Rensheng was not surprised. This world was different from the scenes in his previous life where climbers gathered in famous mountains every holiday.
Although Songshan Mountain is a very famous place, there are only many tourists in the scenic area at the foot of the mountain. Few people come to the steep peaks.
Without him, everyone would be afraid of death.
Mysterious phenomena occur especially frequently in wild places. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "there must be strange things in the mountains, but there are spirits in the mountains".
Only those who are bold by nature, or those who have aspirations, will not be afraid of danger and go deep into dangerous peaks.
This is why Wang Wenwen admires the painting fairy. Dare to live in such a place is a skill in itself.
The three of them were walking on the mountain road when someone finally came over to chat.
"Hey, are some of the young people also going to climb mountains to seek immortality?" A vigorous old man in his fifties, wearing expensive clothes, asked.
Behind him were three old men of the same age.
One of them had a gloomy face and seemed to have a hidden illness. He was being supported by a strong middle-aged man who looked like a bodyguard. There was also a bodyguard following the others.
"Hello, old gentlemen," Wen Rensheng said politely, "We are not going to climb mountains to seek immortality, but to learn from a master."
"Oh, that's right." Hearing this, the old man became more enthusiastic. "We old men came here because we heard that there was an immortal here. I heard that the immortal lived for more than five hundred years. He was
A true living god."
"Oh, that's really amazing. A living god who is more than five hundred years old, but I don't know how to see it?" Wen Rensheng asked as he climbed.
"It's not difficult to meet. I heard that with only two million incense money, you can meet, and with another ten million in earnest money, you can get a fairy prescription that can keep you healthy and live a long life." The old man said with a longing look on his face.
It’s okay, everyone should reach the same destination through different paths.
Wen Rensheng smiled slightly when he thought of the painting fairy's love for money as much as his life during the chat.
If you fold it in half, it's actually about the same.
Compared with the previous life, it is still a bit better. At least they are not those empty-headed masters, but they have real materials.