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Fu Qiyuan didn't answer Jiang Shan's words. He picked up a mechanical bird and fiddled with it twice with his slender fingers. The bird spread its wings and flew up.

"Daddy! Fly! Feifei!" Jiang Huai shouted excitedly, pushed away the wooden horse and took a few steps towards the mechanical bird.

Qiao Sheng pursed his lips tightly, fixed his eyes on the wooden horse for a moment, and lowered his head slightly.

"The ancestors of the Fu family were born in Jianghu, and they have some contacts outside. It's not difficult to find some playthings." Fu Qiyuan explained Jiangshan's confusion.

Fu family?Jiang Shan searched in her mind to make sure she didn't have the slightest impression of the Fu family.

The mechanical bird flew around twice and landed not far away. Jiang Huai ran over and picked it up, holding it in his arms.

"Huai'er, come here and teach you how to play." Fu Qiyuan waved at Jiang Huai, and the little man ran over, very excited.

I don't know if it was intentional or not. When Jiang Huai called Fu Qiyuan his father, Fu Qiyuan never denied or explained it. When there were no outsiders, he shouted and responded very simply, but kept silent in front of outsiders.

There is a saying that silence is the best explanation.

Jiang Shan explained it a hundred and eighty times but failed to correct Jianghuai's name, so he simply gave up.

Therefore, everyone familiar with him knows that Fu Qiyuan is Jiang Huai's own cheap father.

Even Jiangshan comforted himself in this way.

The son has his own ideas, and she, the mother, should give them full respect!
Seeing the father and son interacting together, Qiao Sheng turned around sadly and let out a sigh of relief.

Jiang Shan looked back at Qiao Sheng, but said nothing.

Saburo went to Qingfeng Academy to visit Master Wu today, and brought a cart full of presents carefully prepared by Jiao's mother.

Wu Fuzi's family never expected San Lang's sudden visit, it was a surprise.

Mrs. Wu couldn't get enough of Saburo with her arms around her. Saburo grew a head taller than when he went, shed a child's ignorance and ignorance, and became more elegant, like a gentle and jade-like son of an aristocratic family.

"Master, the student today..."

"Brother! I am the youngest disciple accepted by my mentor, and you are the closed disciple of my mentor. You and I can only be called senior brothers." Master Wu waved his hand, interrupting Sanlang's words.

Saburo was stunned, with a hundred muddy horses galloping in his mind.

"This is inappropriate! The master once taught the students, and the students are deeply impressed, how can they ignore the etiquette and teachings..." Saburo still wanted to struggle.

"I'm senior brother, I've got the final say! You two, hurry up and salute your junior uncle!" Master Wu pointed to his two sons and daughters, with no room for rejection in his tone.

Wu Youmei and Wu Tao looked at each other, stood up and bowed to Saburo, "Greetings to my little uncle."

Saburo almost jumped up, his little face flushed with anxiety.

Mrs. Wu held him down and said with a smile: "I'm not an outsider, senior brother is the elder and you are the youngest, so I will obey your senior brother!"

San Lang scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, but had no choice but to salute with fists together: "Senior brother, senior sister-in-law, master... nephew, San Lang brought you a gift, do you want to go and see it?"

So the family happily went to the yard to see the presents.

Jiao's mother prepared gifts with great thought, not particularly expensive but exquisite and practical, with food and clothing items, Mrs. Wu liked it very much, and asked the two children to help her with the same gifts in front of Saburo. Put away the same.

Master Wu took Sanlang to the study to ask him about his homework, and then Sanlang sent another painting to Master Wu.

Master Wu carefully opened the painting and looked at it, tears streaming down his face.

"I never thought that I would be able to see the masterpieces of my benefactor and his old man again in my lifetime. Woohoo... Thank you, Junior Brother!"

San Lang swallowed his saliva, and said a little helplessly: "Husband... senior brother, this is not the teacher's painting...."

"Brother, don't lie about being a brother. Even if you are a brother, you will not mistake the teacher's painting! Look at the plum blossom's handwriting and color matching. Only the teacher can make such a layered painting in this world. Color! Can't go wrong!"

Saburo weakly said: "But, this is my painting... I know that my brother misses the teacher very much, so I copied a picture of the teacher's painting, thinking that there is a chance to give it to my brother as a memory.... "

Wu Zi slowly moved his eyes from the painting to Sanlang's face, stared at Sanlang for a long time with a strange look, and asked word by word: "You mean, this is the painting of the teacher you copied? about?"

Saburo scratched his head, "Three months ago, I copied several of them, and I also painted the seals on them, because they were given to senior brothers, and they also got the teacher's permission, so they are not fakes."

Master Wu sat down at the table again, carefully staring at the details of the painting over and over again, and at the end, said very depressedly: "Brother, I still can't see any difference from the teacher's painting."

Saburo also sat down next to Master Wu, and said melancholy: "The teacher didn't let me paint freely, so he asked me to copy, saying that my mind is not stable, so I need to be more locked up!"

Master Wu's eyes lit up, and he hurried to the inner room to take out a painting, and said to Saburo, "This is the authentic work of Master Qi Yuan. Apart from the teacher's handwriting, this is the only treasure I have for my brother. Take a look first. , and draw it in your own way!"

Saburo nodded, pondered for a while, and started to draw with a brush.

Master Wu watched, his eyes slowly opened, and a fine layer of sweat gradually appeared on his head.

After half an hour, San Lang put away his pen and silently stepped aside.

This is a landscape painting, with a few strokes, the majestic momentum of the landscape is vividly outlined, the world is vast, the mountains and rivers are intact, and the artistic conception of the country's prosperity and people's peace can be seen at a glance in the painting.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

Master Wu praised three times, and said sincerely to Saburo: "Little brother, you have already learned the true biography of the teacher. You have such a talent, and you will definitely...will...!"

I'm so excited, I can't go on!

Saburo couldn't comprehend the mood of his senior brother, so he groaned in his heart, and said to himself: The teacher said every day that I was unstable, that I missed my studies by playing all I could, that I was not as restrained as Xiao Qi, and that I had to make up for the lack of damage. There are many places to change, how can it be as good as the brother said!
In Saburo's heart, he has too many things to worry about, and he has no way to concentrate on studying with the teacher. He knows that he is not a good student, and every time he thinks of this, he feels guilty and sorry for the teacher's careful teaching.

If the teacher hadn't forced him to copy it, with his impetuous temperament, he definitely wouldn't be praised by his senior brother like he is now!
Therefore, after Saburo decided to go back to Yuzhou, he must learn to paint from the teacher seriously, and he will never paint casually on his own initiative!
Master Wu didn't know that his words corrected Saburo's thinking and three views, saved him from detours, made him famous as a young man, and shocked the government and the public.