Villains: Start by subduing green tea girlfriends and girlfriends

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Zhong Yurou cheerfully ran upstairs to take a fragrant bath.

This time, Xiao Lin watched as Jin Bowen strode over.

It's been a while since he came to Zhong's house, and his communication with Jin Bowen is limited to nodding acquaintances.

Although Jin's father is a son-in-law...but the "pillow style" of the son-in-law can be quite useful sometimes.

It only takes a little effort to pay him, and sometimes big things can be done.

Xiao Lin from all over Zhong's family wanted to win, this is called: "Surround the division with the family".

In the extremely spacious living room on the first floor, Jin Bowen didn't fiddle with writing and ink in the reception area.

It's just that there is a long case in the corner close to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side.Put on the original work, and then copy a piece of paper by yourself.

Xiao Lin didn't want to disturb him, and he was polite, walked up behind him, and observed silently.

What Jin Bowen was painting at this time was the volume of the painting of ladies with hairpin flowers in "Pictures of Ladies in the Tang Palace".

If such a masterpiece appeared on his case, it would naturally not be an authentic work, and it would be a reduced-scale printed version.

But Jin Bowen was extremely serious, and the level of imitation could be called a master.

Xiao Lin silently observed his painting, and at the same time observed Jin Bowen's face, and thought to the system:

"System, exchange it for master-level painting skills and a dragon and tiger pill for me."

"Okay! I have spent 3800 luck points! I have successfully exchanged skills and props for you!"

A mysterious feeling rushed into his mind, Xiao Lin put the Dragon and Tiger Pill in his pocket,

After Jin Bowen raised his pen again to concentrate, he said softly, "Uncle Jin has a good technique."

"Hey~!" Unexpectedly, when Jin Bowen suddenly heard someone coming from beside him, his wrist trembled in fright,

The ink splashed on the copied painting, "Hey, it's Xiao Xiao, you scared me."

Xiao Lin raised the painting slightly with a frown, shook his head and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, Uncle Jin, I would have spoken out later if I knew it. It's a pity for your meticulously drawn painting."

Hearing what he said, Jin Bowen felt a little warm in his heart, looked at the ink dot and waved his hands:

"Damn~ This is nothing Xiao Xiao, I just copied it casually, just for a little entertainment."

"Have you eaten with Yurou yet? I'll ask the kitchen to cook. You've been away all day, so you must be hungry too?"

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to walk towards the kitchen, but was stopped directly by Xiao Lin.

"Yurou and I went to have a picnic on the mountain and had something to eat, don't worry, Uncle Jin."

Xiao Lin took Jin Bowen's arm, looked intently at the ink-stained painting, and said softly, "Let's chat, you say your painting is nothing, right? Uncle Jin."

"Yes, Xiao Xiao, what's the matter?" Jin Bowen turned around and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Then I'm sure you won't mind if I put a pen on it?"

Xiao Lin said in a deep voice, holding a brush and dipping it in ink, raised his head and smiled at Jin Bowen:

"I can't bear to dust this masterpiece. Since you don't mind, then I will add calligraphy to this painting. Let's make friends with pens and have fun!"

"Okay! You know calligraphy, Xiao Xiao? Come on! Show off!"

Feel Xiao Lin's respect, and it is really difficult to find a pen pal.

The brilliance in Jin Bowen's eyes lit up instantly, and he walked to Xiao Lin's side, looking at him with his hands on his hips.

Xiao Lin didn't talk too much and smiled, his hand holding the pen was concentrated, and his feet were separated to adjust his posture.

With a deep breath, the arm sank, and the brush touched the drawing paper and swung it away.

Whether it will be true or not, Jin Bowen has already known about it.

He frowned, looked up at Xiao Lin's expression in surprise, and then looked back at the drawing paper.

Xiao Lin is using regular script at the moment, and Jin Bowen is using a picture of a lady in the Tang palace, so naturally he has to use the popular script of the Tang Dynasty.

His fonts are soft, round and beautiful, and the movements of his wrists and arms are strong and free,

The characters written in Chinese characters are beautiful and graceful, which complements the picture of a lady with hairpin flowers next to it.

In the painting, six brightly dressed aristocratic women and their maids swim in the garden.

Or teasing dogs, picking flowers, playing cranes, and fluttering butterflies, the maids follow each other with fans, looking leisurely and content.

But through their appearance, we can find their spiritual life, but they are not without a sense of loneliness and emptiness.

Jin Bowen was shocked when he saw Xiao Lin's falling ink,

He really didn't expect such a young man like Xiao Lin,

To be able to really "make friends with the pen" with him, the pen is excellent, the style of the pen is sophisticated, and it is definitely not to tease him.

A sense of joy and recognition gradually rose in my heart.

But looking at the ink under Xiao Lin's inscription, his expression turned solemn again, and he squinted and said:

"Chun Han bestows a bath in Huaqing Pool... The hot spring water is smooth and smooth... The waiter helps her delicate and weak, and it's the time of Xincheng Enze!"

"Is this the Song of Everlasting Regret?! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Before Xiao Lin could finish the sentence, Jin Bowen instinctively read the second half of the sentence.

My heart trembled, thinking that I had found a real person with similar interests!

He suppressed the desire to talk, and waited until Xiao Lin finished writing the last word and picked up the pen to completely cover his ink.

Only then did he look at Xiao Lin, his eyes and movements were full of excitement and he said: "Xiao Xiao! I can't tell! You really know calligraphy and painting! It's really rare among young people like you!"

"The song of eternal regret you mentioned really touched my heart!"

As Jin Bowen said, he wanted to pick up the scroll but was afraid of breaking Mo Yun and let it go quickly, as if he had found a treasure.

"This cold spring gives me a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is smooth and smooth. The servant is helpless, and it is the time of the new grace."

"This poem is just talking about the love between Yang Yuhuan and Tang Xuanzong! But while Yang Yuhuan is being loved, what about the concubines in other palaces?"

"Isn't it just like the picture of a lady with a hairpin flower that I drew! Playing with dogs, picking up flowers, and playing with cranes! It's so boring and empty!"

"This painting, paired with this poem, is really meaningful and memorable! It's so wonderful, Xiao Xiao!"

Seeing Jin Bowen excitedly almost dancing.

Xiao Lin smiled heartily, patted Jin Bowen's arm and said:

"Hehe, Uncle Jin, I mentioned this for you. Naturally, such a good painting must be a poem by Bai Juyi, the poet demon, to be more flavorful."

Jin Bowen looked at Xiao Lin's sincere eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing, the sense of distance and estrangement had long since gone, and it was replaced by incomparable intimacy.

"Goose hehehe! Xiao Xiao! I found that you are an outstanding young man! You are outstanding and interesting! Really... Uncle Jin doesn't even know what to say!"

"Do you still have work tonight? Can you have a few drinks with Uncle Jin later?"

"Then there must be no work. What time is it? Even if there is a job, the job will disappear by itself now. Drink, you must drink!"

"Goose hehehehe!—"

Two big men laughed in the living room.

Perhaps it was because Jin Bowen seldom laughed out loud like this at home.

It caused the servants to peek in the distance.

Shen Yu and Zhong Caiyuan didn't know where they were chatting, and hurried over when they heard the sound.

"Bowen? Why are you laughing? So loud? Nothing happened at home, right?"

Even Zhong Yurou, who took a shower, didn't have time to dry her hair.

Wearing a black nightgown, with a towel wrapped around his head, he ran down joltingly.

Jin Bowen and Xiao Lin looked at the family members, Qi Qi looked at them both.

They looked at each other and smiled louder, "Goose hahaha, it's all right! Haha! Come and see."

"Xiao Xiao! He said he wanted to make friends with me, and he wrote a poem on the painting I copied! It's so well written! Come and see it!"

"Where is it? Let me see, let me see~" Zhong Yurou narrowed her eyes with a smile, and ran all the way regardless of her image, grabbing Xiao Lin's coat to brake.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Caiyuan and Shen Yu walked over with doting smiles on their faces.

A group of people were still discussing about the painting just now until they had dinner.

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