God of Healing

Come to the hall, which is usually a place where members of the calligraphy and painting association paint, write, and have fun.

The old man introduced Lin Can to everyone, and these people were very polite to Lin Can. Some had heard of Lin Can's story, some didn't know it, but most of them were the old man's great painters, so they were very polite to Lin Can.

Lin Can was also very polite to them. After introducing them one by one, Luo Xiaoyue's father, Luo Tian, ​​walked out.

The old man patted Luo Tian on the shoulder and introduced: "Old Luo, let me introduce you. This is my grandson Lin Can. Xiao Can, this is your Uncle Luo."

Lin Can was about to ask a question when Luo Tian said, "That's not right. Your grandson calls you grandpa and calls me uncle. Are you taking advantage of me?"

Old man: "Wouldn't it be better to call you younger?"

Luo Tian: "No, no."

"Hello, Grandpa Luo." Lin Can said hello politely. After all, he was an old friend of the old man for many years. He didn't suffer any disadvantage by calling him grandpa. His seniority was there.

Luo Tian glanced at the tall and handsome young man in front of him and said, "Lin Can, Young Master Lin of Yunchuan, a representative of the top second generation of rich people born in the 00s."

Lin Can: "Hey, I won an award and I have no achievements. How dare I be a representative figure? I feel ashamed."

Luo Tian: "You are still young and a college student. No matter what grades you want, studying hard is the most important thing for you at the moment. As for achievement, it will happen after you graduate and enter the society. Don't worry, I am optimistic about you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Luo, for the compliment."

Lin Can felt like he was becoming too literate when talking to calligraphy and painting masters like them.

Luo Tian: "Let me introduce to you my daughter and future son-in-law..."

Old man: "We already know each other."

Chen Yiming joked at this time: "Lin Can calls my father-in-law Grandpa Luo, does he want to call me uncle?"

Lin Can frowned slightly.

Luo Tian: "One code is the same. His grandfather and I are old friends and have nothing to do with you."

Chen Yiming: "I'm just kidding. I've also heard Mr. Lin's story. I heard he has a lot of girlfriends, right?"

Lin Can couldn't figure out what was going on with this man, and wondered if he had not offended him, so how could he target me everywhere?
Of course, Lin Can wasn't afraid of him either.

"I also heard that Mr. Chen was having scandals in Hong Kong with several Hong Kong ladies of this year. Is it true?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense too?"

Lin Can is worthy of being Chu Qingning's younger brother. The two siblings' counterattacks are all in the same mold - you spread rumors, and I spread rumors about you. You have no evidence, and I have no evidence. We all just spread rumors about each other.

The old man: "Okay, okay, there's nothing to argue about. Everyone has a past, just cherish the people in front of you."

This sounds like a conciliatory thing, but if you think about it carefully, it's not right. This old man clearly said that Chen Yiming did have an affair with Miss Hong Kong, but it is all in the past tense. You must cherish the person in front of you, Luo Xiaoyue.

It was like he was giving a real blow based on Sun Tzu's rumors.

Chen Yiming was so angry that his teeth itched, but he didn't dare to confront the old man.

The old man said: "I brought my grandson here today just to get to know you all. Please take good care of me in the future."

Lin Can whispered: "Hey, hey, grandpa, what do you mean?"

The old man: "You are very talented. Grandpa, I don't have much time. I will introduce you to these people and take care of you more in the future. If you want to engage in art in the future, these people will be useful to you and you can make a difference in the painting world."

Lin Can:......

Lin Can was too lazy to refute, so let's do it. It's fun to do art anyway, and he didn't want to join the ranks of these experts (artists).

Luo Tian: "I heard that Xiaolin is also good at painting. He has painted oil portraits of the three sisters of the Wang family before."

Lin Can: "You know?"

Luo Tian: "I met Mr. Wang Canglin at a charity auction before, and we talked about this. Mr. Wang kept praising you. It seems that your painting skills are very good, and your future is formidable."

Lin Can: "You're too grateful."

Chen Yiming came out: "Oh~Wang Canglin, you also know Mr. Wang, and are you familiar with his daughter?"

Lin Can frowned. This man was very arrogant and looked down on Wang Canglin.

It was only three things, but Lin Can endured it twice. This Chen Yiming was becoming more and more serious, and Lin Can was not used to it. "I searched and found that your father's name is Chen Jiahui. He has a scar on his face. Chen Yiming, right?"

Chen Yiming said angrily: "You dare to call my father Chen Daobao directly?"

Lin Can: "Look, why are you angry? You call me Wang Canglin Wang, old man. Why can't I call you Chen Daobao in front of you?"

Seeing the two domineering young people arguing, Luo Tian said: "Okay, okay, Yiming, the name you just called is indeed wrong. It's even if you call each other the same name. You must respect your elders and don't do it again in the future."

After saying that, Luo Tian asked again: "Xiao Lin, do you know how to paint Chinese paintings?"

Lin Can: "It's just so so. I'm not good at painting. If you're interested, you can paint. I'll watch and appreciate it and learn from it."

Lin Can said with a smile.

They didn't pay attention to what happened to Chen Yiming just now. In the eyes of everyone, this was the pattern.

On the contrary, Chen Yiming was furious beside him.

Everyone knows that Chen Yiming is rich, so he sometimes deliberately feels superior.

The old man said: "Xiao Lin won't paint any more. You can paint. I'll take him to see it today."

The old man was not sure about his grandson's level of Chinese painting, and was afraid that he would not be good at painting.

Luo Tian: "Okay, Yiming, you can draw one."

"Okay." Chen Yiming is not only Luo Tian's son-in-law, but also his apprentice.

His purpose is actually the same as that of the old man, he wants to support the younger generations. After all, these calligraphy and painting circles also pay attention to hereditary inheritance.

As long as you can draw well and have the support of old people in the circle, you can become a master.

Chen Yiming: "If Mr. Lin is not good at painting, then if he is good at other things, he has to show off, right?"

Lin Can sat down on the chair, picked up an apple and gnawed on it: "Everything else is fine."

After saying this, he glanced at Luo Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue's face turned red with shame because she understood the meaning of Lin Can's words.

Seeing Lin Can's little eyes on his fiancée and saying, "Everything else is good," Chen Yiming frowned and said coldly: "Just saying it won't work. Let's do this. If you can't draw, then you can use other methods later." For artistic expression, we will use the theme of romance, who can embody this theme, and what do you think?"

These literati like to engage in these literate topics.

Lin Can gnawed on the apple: "Okay, okay, you have the final say."

Seeing Lin Can's self-righteous look, Chen Yiming was disdainful and picked up a pen to draw on rice paper.

Others gathered around to admire it. Luo Xiaoyue glanced at Lin Can who was chewing an apple and disapproved of it. Then she walked to the painting table and saw Chen Yiming's landscape-themed painting of wind, flowers, snow and moon. The painting was very good and flowing.

Luo Tian nodded happily.

The old man frowned slightly. Although Chen Yiming was a bit arrogant, he was really good at painting.

They are all in the same circle. If Chen Yiming is good, then he will fall behind in supporting his grandson, and more of the association's resources will be directed towards Chen Yiming - after all, both of them want to help one of them become the future president of the association.

After a while.

Chen Yiming collected the last stroke.

Lifelike paintings appear on paper.

"Okay, this painting is very good, especially the water and moon in the mirror. Although it is nothing, the catkins in the sky and the wine jars scattered on the ground do have the artistic conception of wind, flowers, snow and moon. Yiming's painting skills are great."

"As expected of Luo Tian's apprentice and future son-in-law, he is indeed very talented. I admire him."

Chen Yiming: "No prize, no prize, what do you think, President Liu?"

"Not bad." The old man is not talking nonsense. This painting is indeed well done. There is no need to belittle it and make it look small.

He was just worried that his grandson would not be able to draw, so how could he compare with Chen Yiming.

If you can't compare, you are not as good as Luo Tian.

Chen Yiming: "Lin Can, where is your romance? If you can't draw, do you have other talents? If not, just say it loudly - I, Lin Can, am not good at all aspects, hahaha~"

hiccup~
Lin Can burped.

Put down the apple.

"I am full."

Lin Can turned around and left.

Everyone: ? ? ?
Old man: "Xiao Can, where are you going?"

Chen Yiming: "Are you a coward?"

Lin Can: "Fenghuaxueyue, not here, in the club. I go to the club to find inspiration."

Chen Yiming: "Hahaha, you are indeed a useless person who can't do anything..."

Before the word "wu" could be said, someone exclaimed again: "Fuck, look at the wall!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked down at the white wall.

The bright sun shone in through the window, shining on the half-eaten rotten apple on the table, and then shining the shadow of the rotten apple on the big white wall.

Little by little, the graceful curves of a woman appear on the white wall.

"Is this art made from bitten apples and then presented using light and shadow?"

"This bite must be accurate. Teeth don't have eyes."

"It looks like a woman wearing a cheongsam. Her waist is so thin, her breasts are so big, and her curves are so perfect. Who is she?"

"Isn't this Luo Xiaoyue?"

"Chen Yiming, Lin Can took a bite out of your fiancée."

Hearing this, Chen Yiming also saw that it was his fiancée.

Suddenly turning around and looking outside, Lin Can had already turned around and left without taking a single cloud with him.

Leave the monologues and musings to them.

This painting doesn't make any sense - is it going to eat your fiancée?
Chen Yiming was so angry that his teeth itched, and he said again: "What kind of romance is this? He lost."

The old man scratched his head and said: "Uh... your fiancée has the character '月', which means romance. Fenghuaxueyue is something that people yearn for. Look at everyone staring at your fiancée's silhouette with longing expressions on their faces."

this! ! !
Chen Yiming's eyes widened.

How unreasonable, this Lin Can actually chewed on my fiancée!
At this time, Luo Xiaoyue looked at the silhouette on the wall, and then at the retreating figure.

"He...is so talented."

There was light in Luo Xiaoyue's eyes. (End of chapter)