Shin's painter

I don't know whether it's people appreciating flowers, or flowers appreciating people.

Peach Blossom Forest, on a certain trail——

Painter Shen is still wearing willow huang today, instead of the random cloud-following bun, he tied a simple round bun and a bamboo-shaped agate on the hairpin, walking among the flowers, like a beautiful yellow jasmine.

As the saying goes: Butterflies love flowers, bees love flowers, and people love flowers even more.

Mr. Dongcun held two jugs of wine behind him, and when he saw this small yellow flower with extraordinary temperament, he couldn't help sighing: "May I ask where the lady's home is, and Dongcun will answer Licheng Nanzhuang."

Hearing this, Shen Xiaozhi gave him an annoyed look.

Mr. Dongcun raised his head and pretended to look at the flowers.

On the other hand, Hutou smiled and said, "Oh! I'm not happy to say that you are more beautiful than peach blossoms. Women, you are hypocritical! Saying that you are like Zhongli Chun will not kill us."

The tiger's head is tall and strong, with raised eyebrows and straight eyes, it can be said that it is a robber or a bandit.Who would have expected that he is a famous teacher in the painting world, and Mr. Dongcun, a gentle middle-aged man beside him, would be called together: Shangcunxiatou.

The two are painting friends of Painter Shen. Taking advantage of the warmth of spring and the flowers blooming, they invite Painter Shen to go out to enjoy the flowers. Tan Xiang doesn't like to join in the fun and stays to take care of Axiu.

Shen Xiaozhi paused, and replied: "Shen thought you were here to enjoy the flowers and paint, not to comment on the woman's appearance."

"If you want to appreciate flowers, you can also make paintings. The two are the same!" Hutou is worthy of being the tiger head in the painting world, and he never knows how to write the word shame and regret.

Having been friends for many years, I naturally understand that his "flower" does not simply refer to peach blossoms.Changing the subject, she said: "When it comes to flower and bird works, Shen is still as good as the tiger head!"

Hearing this, Hutou scratched his head and said with a smile, "Xiaozhi, we should keep a low profile, even if it is the truth, we don't need to say it directly!"

It was a sarcastic remark, but he didn't know it, which caused Master Shen to burst into a smile, his voice was like a yellow bird, and his smile was like a flower.

Hutou exaggeratedly raised his big palm, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Ouch! Xiaozhi, don't laugh nonsense, the flowers will turn pale if you laugh any more, let's see!"

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes and winked, and asked Yan Ziban who was accompanying him. "That's right! Brother Zi Ban, our painter Shen is more charming than Hua!"

Painter Shen is a flower in the painting world, and people always want to take it home and plant it, so that no one else can appreciate it.It's just an afterthought, no matter how courageous he is, he dare not speak out.

Although Painter Shen is not stunning, he has a pleasant smile and is really good-looking.

Yan Ziban nodded in agreement with a serious face.

Seeing this, Hutou slapped his legs and laughed.

This boy is too serious and dull as the rumors say, he is worthy of being the good son-in-law that the old scholars are looking for.It's just that such a serious boy fell in love with Painter Shen? !

Tiger head is puzzled.

When the tourists saw him laughing wildly with his head raised, they were scared back a few feet away.Originally the young woman and three men went out to enjoy the flowers, this combination is already weird, and one of them looks like a bandit and behaves like a bully.

Safety is the top priority, or stay away!

In the past half a decade, Yan Ziban has visited Dajiao Xiaoshe three times.This day, I happened to meet three painters who went out to enjoy the flowers, so he naturally accompanied them.

If a single woman travels with a man without the company of an elder, it is easy to invite people to gossip.

A woman who has the opportunity to become his wife in the future.

He naturally didn't want her to be criticized.

Seeing the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, Mr. Dongcun and Hutou took an excuse to admire the flowers, and fell behind for a while, but their four big eyes still looked at the man and woman who behaved unnaturally from time to time.

Flower appreciation and gossip are both correct.

Shen Xiaozhi naturally saw it in his eyes, so he could only sigh, walked into the peach forest, walked under a white peach tree, turned his head and asked: "I have a question, I hope Mr. Yan will answer it for me."

Yan Zi followed her steps closely, three steps away from her.

"Master Shen, please speak up if you have something to say, Zi Banzhi will speak up."

Shen Xiaozhi asked unceremoniously: "Why did Mr. Yan come to propose marriage?" The two of them only met each other with a nod, and she definitely didn't believe the nonsense of love at first sight.

Unexpectedly, it was a straight ball.

Hearing this, Yan Zi was startled.

This, how should I start.

Does it mean that my father can't marry your mother, so I come to marry you to make up for his regretful relationship?Or is it that my father loves Wu and Wu, and he doesn't want the daughter of the woman he loves to be criticized by others, so he let his only son marry her?

No matter what the argument is, it is estimated that Painter Shen will not like to hear it.

After thinking for a while, he replied implicitly: "My father heard that Painter Shen has both talents and virtues, and he prefers Painter Shen to be his wife."

Painter Shen was not surprised, and asked calmly: "Oh! That is to say. It's not your own intention to marry a wife, but your father's intention?"

Yan Zi nodded honestly.

Shen Xiaozhi sarcastically said: "Is that he married a wife, or you married a wife?"

Yan Zi was silent.

As a son of man, why didn't he want to rebel, but he just rebelled against the fate of his family's prime minister...

Shen Xiaozhi took a big step forward, shortening the distance between them.

She leaned over and whispered: "My aunt once told my concubine that all men in Jindu City can be sons-in-law, except for one Yan family in the north of the city. Mr. Yan, do you know the reason?"

Yan Ziban's eyes froze.

It turns out that Painter Shen knows the grievances of the elders.

Painter Shen's fingertips brushed over his skirt, the boy visibly trembled and held his breath. "Go back and tell old man Yan that if I enter Yan's family, it will be the time when the Yan family will be wiped out."

When she was a child, she didn't understand that A Niang always cried.Father dotes on her, and the family has both children, but she is not happy, always frowning and depressed.