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The first thousand one hundred and thirty-five chapters

I am not a diligent person for the rest of my life.

On a whim, a goal of hard work may pop up, but it will die out soon.

This time they borrowed money from the mortgage and were not prepared to pay it back, so a few scoundrels took it easy.

Ye Zigao continues to sell paintings, while Hu Mu is lingering around Guai Zai.

As for the rich and the poor, they eat and sleep every day, hook up with Jingwei, and find a place to sleep after finishing the work in the inn.

In his words: "For so many years, when I thought I was going to die, I didn't dare to sleep more for fear of wasting my life. Now I have to make up for it."

Compared to them, Yu Sheng's taste is much higher.

"Meow!"

"Chi-chi-chi-chi!"

Watching a group of water monkeys chasing the black cat and the police chief, running up and down the street outside, the black girl said: "Childish"

She turned her head and looked at Aunt Qing, "Sister Qing, can't you take care of him?"

Once in a while, after the water monkeys have subsided, they will carry the black cat or the police chief into the ditch, causing the water monkeys to chase the black cat.

Aunt Qing waved her hand, "Let him go, it will save him the trouble of hanging around me."

"It's a good thing I didn't marry him, otherwise I would have become a mother." Mao'er said while peeling the peanuts.

She put the peanut kernels in the bowl next to her, which was already half full.

Just as Hu's mother came out, Mao'er immediately stood up and said: "Hey, Brother Hu, don't be too tired. Come, take a rest and try the peanuts I peeled for you."

She greeted him enthusiastically, "It's extremely delicious."

"They are both peanuts, what's the difference?" the black girl wondered.

"My heart is in it." Mao'er looked at Hu Muyuan.

"vomit", Hu Muyuan felt unwell, covered her mouth and went into the back kitchen of the inn.

"Brother Hu, I'll keep it for you!" Mao'er shouted from behind.

Jingwei was puzzled, "I see you are very smart every day. Why are you so stubborn here? You already have a wife."

"What's wrong with having a wife? I can have another wife like you." Mao'er sat down and said confidently.

"Thankfully, they still say you are a master of fraud. I think you are almost a master of evil deception." Hei Niu shook her head helplessly.

She glanced behind Mao'er and suddenly pointed in the direction of the backyard and said, "Brother Hu ran from the kitchen to the backyard."

"Really?" The cat stood up and ran to the door of the backyard. He opened the curtain and saw that it was empty outside.

"You lied..." The cat looked back and saw that all the peanuts she peeled had entered the little white fox's mouth.

"Oji!" When the cat came to stop him, the little white fox had already put down the bowl and wiped it clean. "It's still a pleasure to eat like this."

"Go, this is already the third bowl you've eaten from me. Is it easy for me to peel a peanut? I can't bear to eat even one." The cat chased away the little white fox.

The little white fox left with satisfaction and would come back later to eat.

They were resting today, and the old master was discussing painting techniques with Ye Zigao outside.

"My paintings are not bad compared to your paintings, right?" Ye Zigao looked at the paintings collected by Old Master, "Why don't you like my paintings?"

"This painting was given to me by my friend. It has a lofty artistic conception."

The old master pointed to the green hills in the painting, "Look at the green hills, pointing straight to the sky, which symbolizes the roar towards the sky. You look at the paper kite, flying away with the wind, which means freedom. Look at the little girl letting the paper kite go.

But there is a smile on his face, which is the yearning for freedom."

"I think she is a fool. The string of the kite has been cut off, and she is still having fun there." Ye Zigao said disdainfully, "Look at my painting."

"What are you drawing?" The old beggar came over to join in the fun, "A fish with a pair of human legs, and it's still struggling after falling into the water?"

"What do you know? This is a man being eaten by a fish, but he is still resisting. This is his unyielding to fate and a hero's struggle against fate." Ye Zigao said impassionedly.

"Is this you?" the old beggar said.

"You have good eyesight, you can see all this." Ye Zi said with a smile.

"Nonsense, you're the only one in the inn who got bitten on the arm by a fish." Yu Sheng said angrily as he passed by.

He held the dog in his hand and prepared to go to the river ditch.

"Exaggeration, do you understand? Art is moderate exaggeration." Ye Zigao shouted at his back.

"Then you are exaggerating." The beggar pointed at the middle of the man's leg, "This thing is so big that it almost becomes a leg."

"It's not like I haven't grown up before." Ye Zigao was a little embarrassed, but still argued for himself.

The same goes for the old monk. Why leave early? If you stay, you may be able to improve the prescription.

If there are no side effects, his medicine is still very good.

He asked the beggar to comment, "Tell me, which one looks better, my painting or his?"

"Let me tell you?" The beggar was flattered. He straightened his tattered clothes and took off the thatch from his head.

He looked at it pretendingly, "It's still as good-looking as the old Ye Zi."

"Look, beggars say I'm good-looking." Ye Zigao said, "As a master, your taste is not as good as his."

"Bah," the beggar spat at Ye Zigao, "Your uncle."

He went back to sleep with his hands behind his back.

"Although yours is very good, I still like the painting in my hand because it was painted by my friend." The old master was stubborn.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Ye Zigao said.

This painting is his proud work. As soon as he put down the pen, the old master came to appreciate it. It felt very uncomfortable not to be appreciated.

"Because the owner of this painting is dead, I like it," said the old master.

"Oh~" Ye Zigao suddenly said, "I see, the painter is dead and the paintings are more valuable, so you like them."

He despised the old master, "It turns out you are so superficial, but I still look up to you and think you are a person of good taste."

"No, no." The old master shook his head, "My friend is dead. This is why I like this painting."

Ye Zigao was puzzled, "Is it because you like this painting after I die?"

The old master nodded, "Hey, yes."

"What's the connection between this?" Ye Zigao was puzzled.

"It's a big deal." The old master said, "The owners of all the paintings and calligraphy I like are dead people."

"You've never liked the paintings and calligraphy of living people?" Ye Zigao was incredulous.

"Yes, and then he died." The old master said.

"Uh," Ye Zigao hurriedly put away his proud work, "I beg you, please don't like this random graffiti."

The old master patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, I still have some moral integrity. By the way, can you buy the wine tonight?"

"I beg, I beg." Ye Zigao said.

At this time, the water monkeys attacked again. They ran under the front steps in a hurry, and the dogs chased behind them, triumphantly.

A water monkey took a step slower. When he saw the dog's face, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Haha, yes, that's not bad." He was very happy for the rest of his life after successfully teasing these water monkeys.

However, the dog quickly gave up the chase and found a corner to bask in the sun, which made the rest of his life very unsatisfactory.

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