country warlock

The daughter didn't explain anything, but Lao Liu knew exactly what her daughter was talking about.He sighed: "Three years ago, because of a promise, I persuaded you to marry Tai Maocheng. To be honest, today it seems that we are still too hasty. You are weak-tempered, and Tai Maocheng has a hot temper. It's really uncomfortable. You want to have sex with Tai Mao, and your parents won't stop you. They owe you once, so they can't delay you for the second time. "

Liu Rusi hummed, and told about Tai Maocheng's scheme to deceive her and her family.

"So that's how it is!" Lao Liu angrily threw the tool on the ground: "I used to think there was something wrong, but it turned out that this guy was really playing tricks. Hmph, according to the character of those gangsters, how could they not come back to find a place after being beaten. "

After cursing a few times, Lao Liu's anger subsided a little, and he said with a smile: "Since this is the case, Mom and Dad will support you even more in ignoring that bastard Tai Maocheng. Hehe, young people, I understand, who doesn't want to be intoxicated with tenderness?" How can that fellow Tai Maocheng be worthy of my good daughter?"

Liu Rusi sat there happily, wondering if Qin Feng would come next time?If he comes, what will Mom and Dad do to him?By the way, let him bring some gifts next time.

Speaking of presents, the gift Qin Feng gave Ye Xianyun was thrown on the refrigerator by Ye Zhongyi. Qin Feng left Ye's house for almost 24 hours, and Huang Kexin, who was cleaning the house, found a scroll on the refrigerator.

Husband likes calligraphy and painting, Huang Kexin knows it, but he just throws the calligraphy and painting works on the refrigerator and ignores them. This is the first time Huang Kexin has seen it.

Huang Kexin took the scroll out of the refrigerator, untied the tied silk thread and looked at it, and couldn't help but let out a "huh".

After following her husband for so many years, although Huang Kexin's handwriting is average, she still has a good level of appreciation. She opened half of the scroll and just looked at the beginning "Independent cold autumn, go north to Xiangjiang River, Juzizhoutou, and see Wanshan red all over" and other lines Words, there is a rush of brushwork like a river.Huang Kexin unfolded all the scrolls, but to his surprise, he didn't find any inscriptions or seals, not even an inscription.

"Lao Ye, Lao Ye," Huang Kexin walked into her husband's study with the scroll, "Who wrote the scroll on the refrigerator, it's really good."

Ye Xianyun who was sitting at the desk was stunned for a rare moment: "On the refrigerator?"

He took the scroll from his wife, and when he looked down, his eyes lit up: the characters are in cursive, not difficult to read, but they are arbitrary.It may be too vulgar to say that it is painted with iron and silver hooks. The font of the whole poem is different from that of the sages, but the sharp and aggressive momentum is very similar. Yun also called out 'good word'.

Ye Xianyun nodded to his wife, looked at the scroll curiously, and then picked up the phone from the table: "Old Zhong, hehe, I am Ye Xianyun. Come to my place if you are free? I just have a The secondary calligraphy works need to be appraised by you together, and let’s talk about the entries in the provincial calligraphy and painting competition, okay, that’s it, see you later.”

Ye Xianyun put down the phone, took the scroll and asked his wife, "Where did this word come from?"

Huang Kexin was also quite baffled: "I found it on the top of the refrigerator when I was cleaning the room, and I don't know who put it there."

Ye Xianyun thought for a while and said with a smile: "It should be given by Qin Feng, but I don't know where this kid got the unnamed painting, but I like it very much."

"Sent by Qin Feng?" Huang Kexin asked unexpectedly: "This little guy can also give gifts? Don't give you some treasured book posts?"

Ye Xianyun shook his head and said: "Yesterday afternoon, Qin Feng called to ask Mayor Liu what I like. At that time, I was by the side and casually said something about calligraphy and painting. Unexpectedly, this little guy actually found a good one for me. A work. Hehe, it’s not a collection of famous artists. This Qinyuanchun has only been published for a hundred years, and judging from the quality of the paper, it should be a recent work. I think it should be written by some young calligrapher.”

Huang Kexin suddenly said: "What young calligrapher? Maybe he wrote it himself."

Ye Xianyun looked up at his wife in astonishment: "Why do you say that?"

"Don't Taoists know how to draw ghosts?" Huang Kexin replied confidently.

"Then how could it be the same?" Ye Xianyun laughed, "The calligrapher who read the book posts must have nearly 20 years of skill. How old is Qin Feng? How could he start drawing symbols at the age of three? Besides, Taoist spells and calligraphy works are two different things." Well."

The husband and wife chatted for a while and then got busy with their own affairs, but Zhong Hanshan, who received a call from the mayor, hurried over quickly.

Zhong Hanshan and Ye Xianyun are classmates at the same university, but they took different paths after graduation: Ye Xianyun advances all the way in the officialdom, overcoming all obstacles; , by the way, part-time vice president of Liushi Calligraphy Association, as for the honorary president, it is actually Ye Xianyun who loves calligraphy and "life" - this suave, high-ranking honorary president has attracted many literary and artistic young women And middle-aged women, leaving behind countless romantic affairs.

Zhong Hanshan and Ye Xianyun have a close personal relationship, but they don't have any entanglements at work, so they are rare people who are not afraid of gossip and can enter and leave Ye's house with confidence.Zhong Hanshan came to Ye's house, greeted Huang Kexin warmly, and came to Ye Xianyun's study.

"Old Zhong, let's take a look at this picture~" As soon as Zhong Hanshan entered, Ye Xianyun stood up and walked towards him with a calligraphy book, but as an old classmate, Ye Xianyun deliberately read Lao Zhong's "old" character. Into the word 'nao', invisibly and secretly called someone else's nickname.

Zhong Hanshan didn't expose the little tricks of his old classmate. He took the copybook and was dumbfounded when he saw it: The live calligraphy performance that he admired yesterday afternoon was actually sent to the mayor's house?What the hell is going on?

Zhong Hanshan had a strange expression, and Ye Xianyun noticed it immediately, he frowned and said, "What? Is there something wrong?"

Zhong Hanshan pointed to the scroll in Ye Xianyun's hand with a wry smile: "This writing was written right under my nose."

"Who wrote it? A young calligrapher from our City Calligraphy Association?"

Ye Xianyun had already guessed the author of the post, but he just asked Zhong Hanshan that way on purpose, and only slightly exerted force on his wrist showed the mayor's inner happiness.Knowing the author is one thing, but hearing others praise your son-in-law is a happy thing.

Zhong Hanshan made gestures: "It's a young man with long hair, he has the temperament of an artist. He said he was writing a picture to give away. At first, Xiaomei from Mobaozhai and I didn't believe that he was capable. You don’t even type lines and grids, just pick up the pen and write it, that’s amazing. Uh, Mayor Ye, why did you send it to you?”

A smile appeared in Ye Xianyun's eyes, and he said sternly, "We are old classmates now, so we can just call him 'Old Ye'."

Zhong Hanshan curled his lips: "I'd better call you Mayor Ye, I don't want to call you 'Master'."

The little language trick was once again seen through by the old classmate, Ye Xianyun's face was calm, and his voice was a bit smug: "This young man is a friend of my family's Wan'er, and he came to give gifts eagerly."

"That's not bad," Zhong Hanshan said with a smile, "I don't know the identity of the young man, I just look at this person and this person's handwriting: he shouldn't be a bad person to be able to write such high-spirited and upright calligraphy."

Seeing that Huang Kexin was not in the room, Zhong Hanshan winked and said: "Take a step back, the young man is also in good health. It is really comfortable to look at the strong back and waist, much better than those sickly students from the Academy of Fine Arts in the provincial capital. Good health, The future descendants of your Ye family will also be strong and strong."

Ye Xianyun looked at the old and unscrupulous classmate and said proudly: "It's one thing to be in good health, but the young man's kung fu is very good. With an unsheathed sword, he singled out Liu Hongwei in his twenties. One of his subordinates, from the Nanqiao Police Station to the street, Lao Liu's subordinates didn't even have a chance to shoot, what do you think?"

Zhong Hanshan stretched out his thumb: "Awesome! It turns out that what they said a few months ago that someone killed seven in and seven out of the Nanqiao Police Station is true."

"Seven in and seven out is not enough," Ye Xianyun said with a smile: "Liu Hongwei's subordinates are usually in charge of law and order, but when they meet this young man named Qin Feng, they probably faint or can't get up after being hit. As for the trouble of going in and out seven times."

Zhong Hanshan didn't seem to be surprised by Ye Xianyun's lack of sympathy. He thought for a while and said, "You see his calligraphy is so good, did he come up with some idea? Could it be that he wants to participate in the competition?"

Ye Xianyun sighed: "The registration is closed, let's talk about it next time. Anyway, the calligraphy and painting competition in the province is held every two years, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I heard that you have a few young artists who will be cultivated this time. Go to Yongxiu County to collect folk songs and see if there is any inspiration to draw on. The travel expenses and the city trade union can still be used for this small amount of money."

"That's great," Zhong Hanshan said with a smile, "It's an old classmate after all, it's really a brother's loyalty."

Ye Xianyun tilted his head, as if he was very moved by the word 'buddy', Zhong Hanshan seemed to be feeling something when he saw the complex expression on the mayor's face, he boldly reached out and patted the shoulder of his junior who was half a year younger than himself, which provoked Ye Xianyun With a self-deprecating smile: "After being an official for a long time, my airs have grown, I have fewer friends, and there are not many people who even speak intimately."

Ye Xianyun pointed to the calligraphy post sent by Qin Feng: "Reminiscing about the long and turbulent years in the past. Just a classmate who was young and in full bloom; scholarly business spirit, scolding Fang Qiu. Pointing to the country and promoting writing, the dung was once tens of thousands of households. It's just that there was no Come to think of it, the scholarly energy is always empty."

Zhong Hanshan recalled Qin Feng's appearance: "No wonder you like that little guy, he is really similar to you back then. Oh, by the way, guess who else I met in Mobaozhai?"

"Who?"

"Meet your family Zhongyi, tsk tsk, you really have the demeanor of your past, there are two little beauties on the left and right sides, and they all hang out with him wholeheartedly, not jealous at all, I am envious of old Zhong."

Ye Xianyun was stunned for a few seconds, the mayor, who had always been extremely calm, lost his composure for the first time, and let out a roar that almost knocked over the roof: "Ye Zhongyi, you little bastard, get out!"

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