You remember son

Li Chenglin leaned back against the tree again: "Oh? But I came here because I saw the young master's painting at the market."

Hearing this, Jiang Yulou glanced at Li Chenglin, his tone was very light, as if he was asking someone a question: "Did you see my painting at the market?"

Li Chenglin folded his fan: "Exactly. At that time, I was in a hurry to exchange the folding fan in my hand in order to ask Young Master Mo Bao. Now I come here to ask for a fan from Young Master Jiang. Do you accept it or not?"

But Jiang Yulou just said to the little boy: "Yantong, I don't need to throw away the calligraphy and paintings I throw away in the future, just burn them immediately." The little boy bowed his head and said, yes.Then Jiang Yulou took care of his own shop and made paintings.

The little boy came over again and bowed to Li Chenglin: "Mr. Chen, my son will neither give away paintings nor sell them. Please come back, sir."

Li Chenglin narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at the paintings hanging in the courtyard, all of which were signed by Jiang Li.

He approached Jiang Yulou who was lowering his head and writing, and said with a smile, "Your name is Jiangli, so it's because of this Liyuan."

Jiang Yulou made a fortune and seemed dissatisfied. He looked up at Li Chenglin, and Li Chenglin said again: "Brother Ling always said that the sixth son is gentle and elegant Mo Yuan. When I saw him today, he is like a painting, and the painting is unparalleled. It is really beautiful."

There was something unexpected about this boast, Jiang Yulou heard it, his eyebrows frowned, he was a little unhappy, and said coldly: "Fifth brother asked you to come?"

"It's your elder brother Jiang Han, and I'm an absolute friend with him."

Jiang Yulou turned around, as if he was about to enter the house, and said to the little boy behind him: "Yantong, bring me some tea."

Jiang Yulou said that he had a very bad impression of Li Chenglin, he came in uninvited and joked, but he was willing to let him in to drink tea that day because of Jiang Han's face.

But Murong Jiu doesn't think so——

If Li Chenglin had knocked on the door three times beforehand or asked Xiao Yantong to inform him in advance, thinking about Jiang Yulou's temperament, he would definitely reject all visitors and refuse to accept the door, then Li Chenglin would definitely not even be able to enter the garden gate. It would be better to apologize if you don't invite yourself in.

When he said this opinion, Jiang Yulou looked at Murong Jiu with complicated eyes: You are all the same, is this the behavior thinking of a dude?

Jiang Yulou agreed to give Li Chenglin a fan for Fifth Brother's sake, so he asked what kind of fan he wanted?

At that time, Li Chenglin pointed to the painting on the wall that was exactly the same as the one he had seen that day. He thought he had painted many such paintings in his daily life.

Seeing that the painting on the wall was better than the one he had pushed down with his fan, he asked curiously: "Dare to ask Mr. Jiang, what kind of vegetation is on this painting, I have never seen it before."

"It's just a cheap thing in a remote mountain and a barren valley."

Jiang Yulou's white and slender fingers pinched the tea cover, brushed the warm tea fragrance, and his voice was softer than the steam floating in the tea cup: "Polygonum spinosa, born in the mountain stream, in a quiet place, grows and falls by itself .”

At this time, there was only one pillar of fragrant fragrance left in the room, and two cups of green tea were placed in front of them one by one.

Literati and inkmen like to use bamboo orchids in paintings and pine plums in their paintings, but he often uses some humble herbs to make paintings.

Finally, the matter of the fan painting was settled, so Li Chenglin often used the excuse of looking at the painting to walk around Liyuan, and often used words of admiration to touch the light of Mr. Jiang's calligraphy.

But coming and going, Jiang Yulou didn't talk to him a few times in total, Li Chenglin was always talking to him, and he was more diligent.

Jiang Yulou only draws according to his mood, and when he doesn't want to paint, he doesn't paint. He wanted to put the fan of thorny thorns aside and paint again when he wanted to paint, but he didn't want to see the painting that bothered him all day long. People, so I drew it early, but Li Chenglin smiled and said that he was not satisfied.

Jiang Yulou was not annoyed, just took it and threw it away, and then painted again.

Li Chenglin would come here every day, and sometimes he would not speak, just leaning aside with a smile in his mouth and eyes, watching him paint and read.

Jiang Yulou couldn't stop him from coming, so he just regarded him as air.

Sometimes he would read by the window on rainy days, and when he was in a good mood, he would paint under the eaves under the drizzle.

Gradually, as long as Young Master Jiang glanced in one direction, Young Master Chen would hand things over to him.Later, Li Chenglin found an excuse to urge the painting to help him grind, stood beside him, watched him paint very close to him, and gradually realized that he was actually busy with many errands of the little inkstone boy.

Every time Jiang Yulou gave him a painting, he always smiled and shook his head and said he was dissatisfied. Jiang Yulou didn't show much expression every time, as if he was used to it, he just threw the painting away and painted again.

It's just because it's for Jiang Han's face, since he promised to give others a fan, it's more or less satisfying.

But when Master Jiu heard this, he really wanted to tell the truth, this painting is free of charge, I really don't want him to be so picky by Li Chenglin!

Murong Jiu estimated that Jiang Yulou would annoy Li Chenglin sooner or later, and he was afraid that Mr. Chen would be self-defeating.

Li Chenglin spent half a month at Jiang Yulou's place, and he never saw Jiang Yulou giving him any unnecessary expressions. Whether he was happy, angry, or worried, the expressions in Jiang Yulou's eyes and brows were all unmoved, which made it so Mr. Chen didn't know whether he was happy or angry?Still worried and complained?

I was thinking again, if he was happy, what would he look like when he smiled?What if you get angry?Will you scold people when you are very angry?I really can't imagine what this cool jade-like young master will look like if he yells at him?

Li Chenglin said with a smile that day: "I heard that you have jade in your name, and I saw that your face is as white as jade, your face is as beautiful as jade, and your voice as jade-like, but you don't want Runyu to be gentle, but Mr. Jiang, you are a piece of cool jade."

Jiang Yulou's brush was slightly stagnant, and he did not raise his head: "If Mr. Chen is looking for jade, he will accumulate jade in the Nanshan Mountain outside the city."

"People say that there are thieves hidden under the Nanshan Mountain, and I am not a person who seeks money and sacrifices his life. How can I go? It's better to be here."

One month later, it was cloudy and rainy, and it rained for seven consecutive days. On the seven days, Li Chenglin came to "urge the painting" regardless of the weather.

Seven days of cloudy rain finally made Jiang Yulou, whose physique was not solid, ill. He was in a bad mood for a few days and didn't paint or write. He just sat by the window and watched the slanting rain for three days.

Li Chenglin saw that Jiang Yulou's face had turned paler recently, fearing that he was ill, so he brought medicine from the palace that day, and chatted with him from time to time, Jiang Yulou looked at him in the wind and rain for several days , the pear blossoms were all over the place, and the rain puddles on the ground were soaked pale, and some emotions were finally seen in the eyes, obviously sad.

Li Chenglin didn't know why he became sad?Just seeing it made my heart ache, so I racked my brains, my heart turned sharply, and I blurted out: "Hey... the small building listened to the wind and rain all night, and the pear blossoms were all over the place and didn't open the door."

After he finished speaking, he thought Jiang Yulou would give him a glance of approval, but he responded silently.Then I realized that my verse seemed to be right or wrong, so I hastily corrected it: "...the jade tower listened to the wind and rain all night, and the pear blossoms were all over the place and the door didn't open?"

This poem, which even Li Chenglin himself was not sure about, actually made Jiang Yulou turn his head to look at him. Jiang Yulou turned to look at him and said, "It's a lonely empty courtyard full of pear blossoms that don't open the door."

"..."

The next day was sunny and fragrant, the pear garden was full of pear blossoms, and a furnace of incense was lingering in the courtyard. Jiang Yulou finished reading a volume of books at the window, got up and went out to enter the courtyard.

When Li Chenglin came in, he saw Jiang Yulou sweeping the pear blossoms in the courtyard with a broom. He was still ill, and Li Chenglin wanted to take his broom to sweep, but Jiang Yulou just said no.

Li Chenglin saw that there were no inkstone boys in the courtyard, so he sincerely wanted to help sweep, and Jiang Yulou was a little impatient with pushing back and forth, and finally said thank you, no, the broom has been snatched by Li Chenglin, and swept Jiang Yulou three times with one broom. While doing broom work, Jiang Yulou's face was slightly angry, he entered the house without saying a word, closed the door and never came out again.

When Li Chenglin was admitted to the hospital again the next day, Jiang Yulou was painting in the courtyard as usual. Li Chenglin knew that he was unhappy yesterday. I watched obediently for a while.

After Jiang Yulou painted a fan and asked him to look at it, Li Chenglin smiled and went over, but he definitely wanted to deny it with a smile.After Li Chenglin shook his head with a smile, Jiang Yulou remained expressionless, but this time, he just laid the painting on the table and asked him, "Young Master Chen, do you know the "Six Laws"?"