Ling Junsheng tasted tea and chuckled, "I heard a lot of interesting stories about Mr. Baishi. That year, he was 75 years old. His old friend Hu Peiheng came to the old man and took out an album to ask Qi Baishi to draw mosquitoes. I saw that Qi Baishi had a difficult face. After a little thought, he said: Mosquitoes are pests, and I draw frogs to eat them."

"So Xin stroked a frog that was about to jump, but he didn't draw the frog's eyes. Then he drew a floater at the upper left end of the frog. Its wings were thin and light, its tentacles and legs were thin and long, and it felt like it was about to move at once."

"Qi Baishi looked at it and said: It's a pity that the frogs must really see the mosquitoes. He looked at it a little further away, then he took a pen and pointed out the frog's eyes with burnt ink to stare at the flying mosquitoes, and then wrote the inscription on the right side of the screen."

"Finally, he handed the painting to Hu Peiheng and others and said, "This is the first time I painted a mosquito, I don't know what?" Hu Peiheng and others praised it repeatedly and said: It's really not easy to be a painter, it's like a god at the bottom of their wrists!"

Manager Wu laughed and said, "I have seen many famous masters, but only Mr. Bai Shi is truly a true person! He is born in a difficult and has achieved great success through hard work and talent. He usually loves money as his life. He has cat eyes on his door, and guests must check it in person when he comes to the door. The money at home is also in and out, and it is all locked in his box and placed under his bed, and no one is allowed to move."

"Someone once asked for a painting with shrimp as the theme. After Qi Baishi finished painting, he only calculated it. After reading the painting, he used the common example of buying vegetables in the vegetable market and asked to give one more shrimp."

"The old man was unhappy, but he still picked up a pen and added a shrimp to the painting. The man looked at the painting and found that the shrimp was drawn without any vitality, which was a little strange. Qi Baishi said: "The shrimp you want to add is not within the price, so drawing a dead shrimp for you is considered free of charge."

Everyone burst into laughter, Wen Yiming shook his head secretly. The first time I heard about Mr. Bai Shi was such an interesting story, and the master also had a mortal side.

Manager Wu took a sip of tea and recalled: "I still remember the first time I visited Mr. Bai Shi. When he saw a fresh guest, he opened the lock of the counter door as usual and took out two plates of snacks for guests. A plate of mooncakes and a plate of peanuts with shells."

"Mr. Keran took care of me on the way when he came. The old man brought out two dishes of things like this. There were three-quarters of the mooncakes left, and the peanuts were a shallow dish. They were all broken and could not be eaten!"

"After sitting there, I looked at the long-famous snack from afar, and found that there were tiny little bugs in the cut mooncakes, and the peanuts peeled were vaguely seen flashing spider webs. It was so scary."

"I later learned that this was the old man's rule and the process of etiquette. I didn't want the rash customers to really start. God knows that the quarter of the mooncake was killed by the greedy rash customers in which year or month?"

Wen Yiming couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "The great talent, great artist, great literary master, and great way of dealing with people is very different from that of ordinary people. It is probably related to their unique vision of the world."

"People with ordinary minds have a sense of social and human nature, and regarding the secular world, they see mountains as mountains and water as water. But these great celebrities look at social and human nature, but they see mountains as not mountains and water as water as water as water as water as water as water as water as water as water as water as water as these famous people.

"My friend has extraordinary knowledge, it makes sense!"

Manager Wu raised the teacup and invited everyone to drink. He chatted all morning before returning home. In the afternoon, Mr. Ling was tired from running away and rested in the hotel. Ling Tiancheng took Wen Yiming out and continued to visit his friends.

"Billionaire daughter loves to steal things?"

Ling Tiancheng looked at Wen Yiming's surprised expression and said helplessly: "Old Li is my friend. He has at least one billion yuan in his family. He is beautiful with a daughter. Unfortunately, I don't know why? He actually likes to steal things!"

"I was caught in the supermarket several times. Fortunately, Lao Li did not call the police because he had no choice. He was planning to be sent to the hospital for treatment a few days ago, so I asked me to stop him. He happened to come to Beijing. I quickly went to see what was going on?"

Wen Yiming nodded. I have only heard of this kind on TV. Do billions of gold actually like thieves?

The two of them took a taxi to the villa area. When they saw Li Tongfu in their early fifties, they couldn't hide their fatigue. They saw Ling Tiancheng forcibly smiled and said, "Oh, it's hard to describe it!"

The three of them sat down, and Li Tongfu explained: "Originally, our father and daughter are in good condition. You know that her mother passed away early. It was not easy for me to take her with her. Finally, she graduated from college and is considered an adult. But since her stepmother came in, she is so small that she..."

Ling Tiancheng said caringly: "Have you ever seen a psychologist? I heard that this kind of stealing habit is called. Many foreign celebrities and rich people have it. They are not short of money, just to pursue excitement."

Li Tongfu leaned on the sofa and said heartbrokenly: "I have seen many doctors, but the girl just refused to treat her and simply refused to speak. No one can do anything to her!"

"This..." Ling Tiancheng shook his head. This was not easy to deal with. Wen Yiming's heart moved slightly, and he thought of the fascination incense and tentatively said: "Uncle Li, I have an idea. I don't know if I can try it?"

"You..." Li Tongfu was stunned and looked at Wen Yiming in confusion. Ling Tiancheng smiled and said, "This is Mr. Wen, Master Xiangdao, absolutely master. Even our old man praised him. Why don't he try it?"

"Really? Even Mr. Ling..." Li Tongfu stared at Wen Yiming in surprise and said quickly: "A dead horse is a living horse. Please help me. If you succeed, Li will thank you very much!"

Wen Yiming waved his hand and returned to the car to take out the mess box. There was still the remaining ecstasy incense inside. Try it. He was also curious if it worked?

At worst, you can bring a scent of meditation and let the daughter of a daughter be quiet. There is no harm!

"Xiaoru, come down quickly, your Uncle Ling is here!"

After a while, Li Yueru got down from the upper floor, with a slim figure and delicate face. She greeted Ling Tiancheng and said, "Long time no see Uncle Ling."

"The girl is changing all the time, and the girl is getting more and more beautiful!" Ling Tiancheng nodded with a smile, and said to himself: "It looks quite normal, why..."

Li Tongfu stood up, pointed to Wen Yiming, and introduced: "This is Master Xiangdao, Mr. Wen. Today I came back to let us taste Xiang, which can calm our minds and improve our sleep. Haven't you been insomnia recently?"

"Incense...Master?"

Li Yueru looked at Wen Yiming, who was of the same age, and said in confusion: "Xiang Dao, I have participated in it several times, but it seems useless. Is it true or false?"

Wen Yiming chuckled and said, "You'll know if you try it? Uncle Li, can you find a separate room?"

Ling Tiancheng gave Li Tongfu a wink and asked the two to go to the guest room. When he closed the door and saw the other person's worried expression, he comforted him: "Don't worry, if a gentleman takes action, he will be cured!"

"Tell me, what tricks are you playing this time?" Li Yueru hugged her arms tightly, looked at Wen Yiming coldly, and said guardingly: "You are the psychologist Is it my dad asked again? What kind of incense master? Is it interesting?"

Yin Yiming smiled faintly and began to arrange the incense mat, put the incense incense into the incense burner, and said softly: "I am indeed an incense master. As for whether you can cure your illness, try it!"

The smoke was faint and the strange fragrance filled the room. Wen Yiming quickly picked up the ebony tumor scar and placed it on the nose. He didn't want to be hypnotized by the ecstasy.

"this……"

Li Yueru smelled the fragrance and her expression became more and more confused. She sat down gently and murmured to herself: "Why do you do this to me!"
Chapter completed!