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"Don't you?"The old man did not read the book to Zhan Caixian, but asked Ren Baqian.
ThanksRen Baqian is also interested in the little yellow text of this world, there is no reason to refuse.
The old man saw his promised joy, the old face smiled like a chrysanthemum: "It's a good person, more than the gang who wants it, but he says that he doesn't want to be honest."
People around you are soaking their faces, and watching you with Xiao Huangwen is a good person? Is it a brother-in-law to visit the brothel with you?
Ren Baqian took the book with him and said very politely: "Thank you for sharing."
Let the old man laugh more happier, praised: "The little guy is good, has a vision, and is polite."
Others don't understand, but Ren Baqian understands.
This kind of thing will only be understood by people who come from him.
Look at the major forums on the Internet, there are sprays everywhere, casually a sentence will be sprayed with blood, everyone is full of suffocation. Only 1024 netizens are all "thank you for sharing, the landlord is a good person, a good person is safe for a lifetime…", there is almost no suffocation.
So, everyone is a good person.
"Then I will take it first? I will be late. ”Ren Baqian gestured with the book in his hand.
"If you like it, you can't do it. You will have a chance to return me a new one in the future. The sword is a hero, and the red powder is a gift to the beautiful! ”The old man is very angry.
However, Ren Baqian always feels awkward.
The sword is a hero, the red powder is a gift to the beautiful, and Xiao Huangwen is a gift…
Ren Baqian feels that this can't be thought of. The more he thinks, the more he feels that he is licking himself. The old man smiles and looks like a chrysanthemum in full bloom. He also sends his own little yellow book. How can he not let Lin Qiaole scratch his face?
Arched towards the old man, Ren Baqian looked at his book with no words.
"What is in the book? Let me see why women can't watch? ”Lin Qiaole came over and looked curious.
"You will know it in another 50 years!"Said Ren Baqian. I thought about it. Although Lin Qiaole’s long work is still ok, he may not be able to marry. Maybe it will be another hundred years.
Into the village, from time to time can see the elderly in the yard to sun the flowers, and the old lady in the village is no different.
I saw a pen in the yard with a pen and a picture, and took a horse step. The forearm of one hand was parallel to the table, and the brush in the hand was drawn from time to time on the drawing paper.
This person's every move seems to be extremely imposing, so Ren Baqian finally feels that there is still a little master style.
After all, here are the older generations who survived the war in the past. These masters are not all mud legs, and it is not surprising that there are some masters of calligraphy and painting.
"Grandfather, what do you paint?"Zhan Caixian took the firewood and jumped into the yard three or two.
"Draw a mountain!"The old man did not lift his head, and said in his mouth.
Zhan Caixian glanced at the neck and looked at the paper, and turned to look at the nearby mountains. He wondered: "This mountain is fat!"
"This is so majestic!"
"Short?"
"This is accumulating momentum, and one day it will be broken!"
"Is this clearly a mountain bag?"
"This is called watching the mountain is not a mountain, and the girl is more than you."The old man is angry and angry.
Ren Baqian, although he did not see what the old man had painted, he could understand it. He could paint the mountain peaks that pierced the sky like a mountain bag. This is not an ordinary person.
I just felt that this person has a demeanor. It is a soul painting hand for a long time.
Thinking about it, he added: "Soul painting hand!"
The old man’s ear pointed, and when he heard this, his eyes lit up and he laughed loudly: “This little guy is a savvy. The most important thing in painting is the soul, the meaning, not the form. Come and come, the little guys come to see, the old man’s painting is only visible to those who have vision. ”
"This old man is a godwheel, weaker than I am."Lin Qiaole added in a timely manner, stretched his hand and made a stroke, one hand to the sky, one finger.
Ren Baqian thinks that the meaning is: the gap between heaven and earth. But if you say it is weaker, what do you mean by this?
"The little girl has a big tone."The old man was almost laughed at by her movements.
"Today, the old man is not familiar with the general, the little guy is coming to see my painting."The old man looked at her carefully and turned to Ren Baqian. It was more important to find someone who could appreciate his paintings than to fight against others.
Excuse me
Ren Baqian finished his words and walked over to the table and glanced at him. His face was weird.
Which is your mountain bag?
You are obviously a hoe, and there is another outline of the side of the hoe behind the hoe.
A small stone was painted on the top of the hoe.
HOW ITThe old man is full of self-confidence.
"Looking at the ridge into a peak!"Ren Baqian immediately took out this poem in his mind. From a certain angle, it is not an exaggeration.
"Good, good!"When the old man heard the poem, he immediately laughed. "This poem is matched with my paintings. ”
"Is there still a sentence?"
“The distance is different!”
"Not bad!"The old man laughed and put the two poems up.
Ren Baqian feels that the ancients said that there is nothing wrong with it, that rogue is not terrible, and that there is no rogue culture!
In front of this, not only is there a cultural hooligan, but also a hooligan culture.
Next to the little girl, I passively read a picture of "crossing into a ridge and forming a peak", and still carefully study the ridges and peaks in the picture!
The old man then set the brush aside and saw that Zhan Caixian was still holding the firewood on the side and said: "Don't you send the firewood to Hu Qinghua? Is it not tired? ”
"Oh ?"Zhan Caixian nodded quickly and seriously said to Ren Baqian: "Your poems are really good."Just holding the firewood and running towards the outside.
The old man reached for two on his body, and then he looked up at Ren Baqian and asked: "The little guy is my own, good! Good! What is the relationship between Ye Sanbo and you? ”
Ren Baqian began to turn his mind when he heard this. The old man knows the name of the cloud country. That is at least the character of 70 years ago. If you live to the present, you are afraid to be a master.
However, I have not heard that there is such a character in Qingfeng City.
Then two possibilities, or masters of the older generation, may be the ancestors of Qingfeng City, and have long since hanged.
Or this is the old man who yells at himself. There is often such a plot on TV. If he climbs up the pole and says that it is the ancestors, the old man immediately laughed three times and then slaps himself to death.
After thinking about it, Ren Baqian said: "I have never heard of this person. I don't know where the predecessors knew it?"
The old man was silent for a moment before he sighed with a sigh: "So? I thought I saw the old man. Time flies, things are human! ”
"Come in and talk."The old man waved his hand and his interest was much lower.
Ren Baqian feels that he may have thought more, but be careful not to make a big mistake. After all, I am now in the enemy's hinterland.
If it is successful, it will be more effective in the future.
If you are seen by others, you will probably be chased by others.
This old man is a god wheel, I don't know if there is a god wheel in the village. If there is still, plus a large number of old players in the ground, Lin Qiaole wants to run away with himself and may not be able to run away.
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