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Chapter 40 Gift Painting (Second Change)

Chapter 39 Free Painting

The beauty of the West Lake is famous all over the world. No matter how you look at it from any angle, you can’t help admiring the uncanny craftsmanship of nature. It is picturesque, natural, quiet and dynamic. The entire West Lake is the most beautiful picture scroll.

On a huge stone on the west side of the West Lake, there was a bustle of people at this time. Whether they were talented people or beautiful women, they all looked around with admiration without hesitation, as if there was a showman in the middle of them. Just like playing monkey.

Lin Xiaoyao came towards these talented men and beauties cursing. He was very angry, very angry. He was such a big man, and he was such a handsome man. He fell into the water and called for help so loudly, but they were like blind and deaf people. Ordinarily, no one saw it, and no one heard it, which is simply unreasonable!

However, at the same time, he was also very puzzled. He obviously couldn't swim, so how did he get out?

Thinking of the figure when he was in a coma, he nodded helplessly again, thinking that she was interested, otherwise he would have to entrust her with dreams every day, and scare her to death if he didn't kill her!
Lin Xiaoyao was very embarrassed at this time, very embarrassed, his whole body was wet, and his hair was even more disheveled. If it wasn't for that healthy complexion, he might be regarded as a water ghost.

He came to this lively place, but he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. These talented people and beauties were surrounded by three layers inside and three outside, and he couldn't see anything.

"Brother, I don't know what happened inside, there are so many people watching?"

Lin Xiaoyao couldn't see what was going on inside, so he had to ask the person next to him who was also looking around.

Hearing the words, the man glanced at the embarrassed Lin Xiaoyao, with a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, but out of the politeness of a scholar, he still told Lin Xiaoyao.

It turns out that there is an old man painting on the stone in front of him. The painting made by the old man is completely in the style of everyone. Even if everyone does not know the value of this painting, they know that this painting is definitely worth more than a thousand dollars, but the old man keeps shaking his head and thinking hard. It seems that he is very dissatisfied with the paintings he has made.

At the end, the old man added a few more strokes, leaving a blank space in the upper right corner, and said to all the talented people, "As the saying goes, poetry is like painting, poetry and painting are indistinguishable. Painting without poetry lacks charm, so Anyone who can write a corresponding poem based on this painting can get this painting, and I will give it to you for free!"

When Lin Xiaoyao heard this, he understood the whole story. No wonder no one answered his plea for help. He wanted to get this so-called famous painting without spending any money. Who wouldn't like it?
However, seeing these gifted scholars and beauties furrowed their brows and looked sad, he knew that most of these gifted scholars were useless.

"What is the painting so attractive?"

Lin Xiaoyao also became interested for a while, since he was waiting for clothes anyway, he might as well join in the fun and see the so-called paintings of everyone.

"Give way, give way, don't blame me if your clothes are wet!"

Lin Xiaoyao suddenly yelled, and then squeezed into the crowd without grace. I don't know whether it was because of his great strength, or because the people were really afraid of getting their clothes wet, and in the end they even gave way to a path for him, leaving him without a trace. Troubled rushed to the innermost.

After entering the crowd, he found the strange old man and the painting that looked like everyone else.

I saw the old man dressed in white clothes, with gray hair and white beard, a pleasant expression, a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were clear and lively, not at all like the usual turbid old man. He has a strong scholarly temperament like a Confucian scholar, but the occasional flash of majesty makes people feel a little awe-inspiring and dare not look at him.

Beside the old man, there is a small wooden table. On the wooden table is a newly completed painting. This painting depicts the scenery of the West Lake in front of him. , water birds roam in the air, and further away are several high-end and atmospheric painting boats.

The whole painting does not have any carvings, let alone much skill, it is completely free-spirited, and as far as the eye can see, it is the scene in the painting, which is simple and natural, yet awe-inspiring.

Even Lin Xiaoyao, who doesn't understand anything, can also understand the extraordinary features of this painting, which is obviously higher than the so-called Chinese paintings he has seen in later generations.

"A good painting, indeed a good painting! If this painting is sold, it will definitely fetch a good price."

Lin Xiaoyao couldn't help but admire him again and again, but he accidentally said what he was thinking.

"You are so rude! This painting has everyone's demeanor, and there are few in the world. It is really insulting for you to measure it with money!"

As soon as Lin Xiaoyao's voice fell, the talents around him glared and scolded them. When they were depressed because they couldn't write suitable poems, Lin Xiaoyao happened to be the target of public criticism. If you don't scold him to relieve your mood, who else can you scold?

"I say this because I respect this painting. In this world, if you want to measure the value of an object, what else can you have besides money?"

Who is Lin Xiaoyao?A person who likes everything except not to suffer, wants to make him suffer, no one has ever done it except for the witch just now.

"You are arrogant!"

"Hmph, I just wanted to reflect the value of this painting, and that's why I said this. Only in this way, can the world know how ingenious and excellent this painting is!" Said without a heartbeat.

"You..." These talents are usually good at writing poems and lyrics, but when it comes to swearing, a hundred people can't stand up to Lin Xiaoyao, so the war is over before it starts.

"Don't argue, everyone, it's all for this painting, I'm here to thank you all."

At this time, the old man who painted had no choice but to persuade them. He bowed to everyone and said with a smile.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly bowed in return, except of course Lin Xiaoyao, who didn't know what politeness was at all.

Seeing that Lin Xiaoyao was unmoved, the old man's eyes flashed with doubt, but he quickly recovered Gujing Wubo's amiable expression. He looked at Lin Xiaoyao and asked with a smile: "I don't know my name Daming, can you write a corresponding poem for this painting?"

People respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot. The old man is so polite, Lin Xiaoyao can't do it anymore.

I saw him clasping his hands and saying with a smile: "My surname is Lin and my given name is Xiaoyao. As for writing poems... If I write poems, will you really give me this painting?"

"Of course, if a gentleman makes a word, it's hard to follow a horse, so how can you break your word!" The old man nodded firmly and said firmly.

"In that case...let me think about it..."

Lin Xiaoyao looked at the old man's painting, then raised his head to look at the scenery of the West Lake, his eyes revealed a look of thought, what are the poems describing the West Lake?

Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "Yes!"

"Brother Lin came up with poems so quickly?" The old man's eyes were full of surprise, but at the same time, his doubts became more intense. However, Lin Xiaoyao was in a state of surprise at this time, and he didn't notice anything unusual about the old man at all. .

"Of course, it's a small meaning of poetry!"

Lin Xiaoyao waved his hand very casually, and then picked up the brush, ignoring the surprise, disdain, or mocking expressions of the crowd, and wrote the poem he just remembered directly on the blank space of the painting.

At the beginning, everyone was still full of disdain, but after seeing Lin Xiaoyao's poems, they all became serious, and finally fell silent, and the mockery on their faces has turned into surprise and a little respect.

Seeing this, the old man was also full of splendor. He picked up the painting on the wooden table, looked at the poems in the blank space, and suddenly burst out laughing.

The green hills are hidden and the water is far away,
At the end of autumn, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered.

24 bridge moonlit night,
Where can the jade man teach how to play the flute?

"Wonderful, wonderful! On a moonlit night at the 24th bridge, where can jade people teach you how to play flute? Literary!"

The old man didn't hesitate to praise Lin Xiaoyao, and kept praising Lin Xiaoyao, looking at that posture, if he didn't stop it, he would surely be able to praise Lin Xiaoyao like the sky.

"Old man, don't be so excited. I've said it all. It's just a trivial matter. Now... this painting should belong to me!"

Lin Xiaoyao blushed a little from the old man's praise, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was embarrassed to receive such praise for stealing other people's works for his own use.

"Of course, of course... This painting is paired with such a poem that has been passed down through the ages, which has raised the realm of this painting to another level. Of course, this painting belongs to Brother Lin, but Brother Lin, do you really want to sell this painting? ?”

The old man rolled up the painting and handed it to Lin Xiaoyao solemnly. His eyes flashed and he asked with a smile.

"Ha - well, if there is no accident, of course I will not sell it, but I am a person who often has accidents."

Lin Xiaoyao laughed, and said with a smile, of course, he said what he said in his heart. After all, it is always bad to sell other people's paintings in front of the painter.

"That's good, that's good, oh, I almost forgot, I see little brother Lin very familiar, have we met before?"

There was a strange look in the old man's eyes, and he looked at Lin Xiaoyao with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to see through Lin Xiaoyao.

Lin Xiaoyao froze when he heard the words, he was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid of meeting acquaintances, and this person behaved indifferently and calmly, but always had a unique awe-inspiring attitude of a superior person, maybe he was a member of the court, and he had seen himself Not necessarily.

"Ha - it's possible. I touched my head some time ago, and I can't remember some things. If we really met, I hope the old man won't blame me for being rude."

Lin Xiaoyao saw the old man's expression of disbelief, and the cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead. This old man is weird, very weird!
"Well, I have something else to do, see you later, let's have a drink together... I'm leaving, get out of the way, I don't care who gets wet..."

Lin Xiaoyao didn't care what the old man was thinking, he just turned around and ran away.

Looking at Lin Xiaoyao's panicked back, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and a smug smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)