Xia Yuhui nodded with a smile, sat down on both sides, and exchanged some pleasantries. Xia Yuhui was obviously an open-minded person, and his conversation was humorous, but he still had the elegance of a scholar, and he looked very reliable.
Then Xia Yuhui asked her: "I heard from Qu that Tang Xiaoniang wants to recruit a master who is not talented, has a good command of criminal names, money, grain, and documents. I wonder if Tang Xiaoniang thinks it can be done?"
Tang Shiyue smiled and said, "I see you have brought two carts of books, aren't you already planning to stay?"
Xia Yuhui laughed: "That will only happen if my boss nods."
Tang Shiyue said with an upright face: "You came to seek refuge with your wealth based on a letter from your husband. It's because you believe in your husband. Of course I also believe in your husband..." She suddenly showed a foxy smile, and the conversation changed.
, "But, as a profiteer, I will lower the price if you do this."
Xia Yuhui laughed out loud.
After being teased like this by her, his distant politeness immediately stopped.
Xia Yuhui smiled and said: "I have nothing to do at home for a long time. What's more, I have never seen him praise someone so much. It seems that if I don't come, I will give up my 'famous name all over the world' to others."
Like...how could I not come?"
Tang Shiyue quickly grasped an important point: "Sir, did you praise me? How? How many pages did you praise me in total?" Xia Yuhui choked, she blinked and changed her words: "How many words?"
Xia Yuhui: "..."
He silently looked at Xu Wenqu. The latter laughed, and without even asking, he knew that she must have remembered him scolding Wang for an hour. It is said that many people wrote it down silently, covering dozens of pages...
…
Xu Wenqu smiled and said: "When I become a king and have a family, I will write a book and biography for you, and write it...a thick one."
Tang Shiyue was then satisfied and said with a smile: "Then thank you sir first!"
Qi Jing sat aside and glanced at her silently, but Tang Shiyue didn't pay attention.
Facing someone she met for the first time but who was likely to work with her for a long time, she was in a long-sleeved dance mode and really didn't notice Qi Xiaolang.
The coachman came in and asked, "Xia Langjun, do you want to unload the things?"
"Well, yes," Tang Shiyue stood up: "Mr. Xia, do you want to live alone or in a martial arts studio?"
Xu Wenqu said, "You can live here with me."
Xu Wenqu's house is much larger than Tang Shiyue's stone house. The front courtyard is very large and there are no wing rooms. However, in addition to the study and flower hall in the front, there is also a row of bedrooms in the back. Now only Tang Junchen often stays overnight, and everyone else
For those who live in stone houses, some have empty rooms.
Xia Yuhui agreed, and everyone followed him to help him clean up.
In fact, there was nothing to pack. Xia Yuhui didn't bring any bedding or anything, only books and some ink, inkstones and the like.
Tang Shiyue went out and called Chen Jiu and asked him to go to the town to buy what he needed.
When he came back, he saw Xu Wenqu and the two of them unfolding a painting and looking at it together. Xu Wenqu was obviously very surprised: "I didn't expect you to still have the original work of the waste man from the border town in your hand."
Xia Yuhui protected it with his hands like a child, "I only have this one, you can't take it away."
"Why are you so stingy!"
"It's not that I'm being stingy. The waste man from the border city has not produced any new works for several years. Many people speculate that he has passed away... If he has truly retired or is no longer alive, then the paintings he left behind will be lost to history."
Xu Wenqu pondered for a moment, and his excited expression subsided: "That's true. If it's true..." He shook his head and said no more.
Tang Shiyue looked at it curiously.
In the painting, it seemed to be an ordinary farmhouse. A woman was washing clothes by the stream with a blank expression. At the door of a small farmhouse next to her, there was a young man looking at her from a distance with a very complicated expression. And in the farmhouse
Under the tree at the door, a woman was sitting on a horse, looking askance at the young man.
In short, the grievances and hatreds between the three people can be seen through the paper, not to mention the surrounding scenery. If this was used in a school to "look at pictures and tell stories", dozens of versions could easily be told.
The wonderful thing is that he is not a meticulous painter, but he is very good at capturing the characteristics. With just a few strokes, the characters' moods are vividly displayed on the page.
Xia Yuhui turned around and saw her, and asked her: "Little boss, what do you think?"
Tang Shiyue said without hesitation: "I still like Mr.'s painting."
"Oh?" Xia Yuhui said, "Ask Qu's paintings?"
Xu Wenqu said with a smile: "No nonsense, I am far inferior to him in calligraphy and painting."
"I know, the style is different!" Tang Shiyue said: "I just prefer Mr.'s style of painting."
Xia Yuhui asked: "Why?"
"Because," Tang Shiyue thought for a while: "How should I put it? Mr.'s paintings are very fairy-like. This person's paintings are very down-to-earth. Let's take the simplest example. Let them all draw a beautiful woman. Mr.
The paintings must have beautiful faces, beautiful faces, and so on, and the paintings by this person must have painted pockmarks on the face, faded hairpins on the head, a few stains on the clothes...etc., it's too realistic
."
She frowned: "There is a story in the painting, but this story makes people feel depressed. It is not as good as Mr.'s painting, which makes people feel better after reading it."
"There are stories in the paintings," Xia Yuhui nodded repeatedly: "These words express the essence of the paintings of useless people in border towns."
Tang Shiyue added: "I think this person must be unhappy."
Xia Yuhui asked: "Oh?"
She said: "Let's compare it to Mr. Wang. Although he has also experienced setbacks, his paintings still give people a sense of high morale, the kind of confidence and confidence that 'as long as I want, fame, fortune and wealth are at my fingertips'."
But this man, the feeling he gave me... he did not observe these people for the purpose of painting, but he saw the joys and sorrows of these people, felt them himself, and then expressed them through calligraphy and painting."
She thought for a while: "I think his unhappiness is not the unhappiness of being depressed, nor the unhappiness of worrying about the country and the people, but... the unhappiness of a bird with its wings tied up."
."
She just talked casually, and the three of them were all focused on the painting. No one saw Qi Jing standing next to him, showing a complicated expression that could not be concealed.
Before she turned her head and looked over, he quickly turned around and backed away.
"He is not unhappy like a depressed person, nor is he unhappy like a person who is concerned about the country and the people. He is unhappy like a bird with its wings tied up."
She was right. At that time, wasn't her father just like a bird in a cage?
This little lady is really spiritually enlightened. Perhaps it is because she is not an "expert" that she can better see the things hidden in the paintings.
If her parents are still here, they must like her very much...
Qi Jing sighed silently.
Tang Shiyue patted him from behind: "What are you doing? I'm here!"
Qi Xiaolang calmed down.
If you tell her that they are having a lively conversation and he can't get in the conversation, he will feel like a kid asking for sweets.
So he said maturely and calmly: "Do you think I'm boring?"
"Huh?" Tang Shiyue looked at him strangely: "Otherwise? Do you still think you are interesting?"
Qi Jing: "..."
His lips pursed tightly.
For the sake of his good looks, Tang Shiyue gave him a bowl of chicken soup: "Don't be too greedy as a person. The best words may not necessarily be the most suitable for you. For example, if someone says that I am good-looking,
Pure, I will definitely think that he is blind. Is pure a good word? Of course it is, but it doesn’t suit me! I usually only like people to praise me for being the most beautiful person in the country, for me to be a peerless beauty, and for me to be praised as a beautiful woman.