After I was reborn, the scumbag was good

Xiao Dechenchen has a sweet appearance since he was a child, well-behaved and sensible, except for the situation where Xiao Qinghe insisted on her, he didn't often get into trouble, and he often reported his brother's troubles to adults in time.

At least half of the dark room where Xiao Qinghe knelt in his childhood was due to her, and she did not less steal Xiao Qinghe's limelight on weekdays.

Although he is the youngest child in the family, he always looks like a little adult. He is considerate and sweet. No matter how much the servants save their hearts, they are naturally loved by others.

Since she left the cabinet, Xiao Qinghe has become the only little overlord in the mansion.

That girl's city is not shallow, and every time she goes back to her mother's house to visit relatives, she has to inform her in advance, making the whole house prepare for her in a hurry, isn't it just to give Xiao Qinghe a blow, and tell him that even if she is married, here No one can replace the position of the family.

How irritating!

Xiao Qinghe and his younger sister have been arguing and fighting since childhood, but the brother-sister relationship has grown deeper and deeper. In the end, there are two reasons why Yaoyan doesn't welcome Xiao Duchen. Seeing people, secondly, he is angry that the dead girl has been married for so long, except for the day of returning home, there is no sign of anyone, nor half a letter.

Xiao Duchen's chariot, horse and sedan chair were still a mile away, and there was a team of servants going to greet him, full of pomp and circumstance.

Although it can't be said to marry far away, Xiao Duchen's mother-in-law's family is still some distance away from Huai Lei City. This is also the happiest place for Xiao Qinghe. The little girl can't come back anytime and anywhere to show off in front of him. On the contrary, he is not yet married. , without any restrictions, you can go to her house to quarrel with her at any time, which is very satisfying.

Happy to be happy, suddenly there is a bickering little girl film missing, it is inevitable that I am not used to it...

Xiao Qinghe's sedan chair went straight to Rongjun Pavilion, preparing to choose a birthday gift he wanted for his father. The ministers who came to visit couldn't guess what the Prime Minister liked, but he knew exactly what his father wanted. Three favorites.

First, his father has never been good at painting, but loves calligraphy and painting; second, he is not good at dexterous handicrafts, but he only loves wood carving art, especially wood carving. The wooden bed in his parents' room is all made of sandalwood wood carving , both rare and precious, and third, not close to women, but deeply in love with his mother.

Xiao Qinghe wandered around for a long time but couldn't find what he wanted, so he planned to go to other places to look at calligraphy and paintings. Before he reached his destination, he was attracted by a few paintings randomly placed by street vendors. There are majestic scenes, and there are also graceful and pleasant images. The inscriptions that fit the scenes are also of extraordinary literary talent, and the strokes are vigorous and powerful, which is comparable to the works of famous masters.

"Are these calligraphy and paintings all made by Your Excellency?" Xiao Qinghe stood in front of those paintings with his hands behind his back, flipping through them one by one, without even looking at the vendor, and asked casually.

"It was done by me, what advice, Young Master?"

Xiao Qing and Fan Hua's hands paused, why is this voice so familiar?I seem to have heard it somewhere.

Xiao Qinghe looked towards the source of the sound suspiciously, those eyes as deep as the sea were looking at him with a smile.

"You, you, it's you!" His eyes were like copper bells, he couldn't even speak clearly, he pointed at the peddler and said, "You, aren't you the fortune teller from before?!"

"Well, it's right here," the man's face remained unchanged, with a smile on his face, he got up and flicked off the dust that didn't exist on the plain clothes, and said, "Bai Xingjian, sir, what's your surname?"

Xiao Qinghe was furious when he saw this person, and snorted coldly, "You deserve to know my surname, my lord?!"

He went on to sarcastically say: "You don't go to bluff, but you start this arty business, and you don't piss to see if you are worthy or not!"

Unexpectedly, the other party smiled instead of anger, "Master, did you forget? You smashed my signboard with a few indiscriminate words that day. Now, who dares to deceive me by my bluff? Making a living is important, so I have to find another way out. "

Xiao Qinghe was so blocked that he didn't know what to say, he subconsciously said arrogantly: "Hmph! That's because you don't have eyes! How dare you lie to me! Don't piss to see if you have that ability!"

The smile on the man's face deepened, and he bickered with him as if he had a chance to win, "I really don't know if I have that ability, but I know that you don't have much ability, so I was really deceived by my clumsy painting just now, didn't you?" ?”

Xiao Qinghe was so provoked that he trembled all over with anger, but he came from a noble family and had a good family education. He couldn't even find enough words to swear, "You, you, what kind of onion are you?! You don't even piss. Zhaozhao how much he weighs! Can I like your bad paintings?!"

The entourage beside him had never seen his young master so embarrassing, he covered his mouth and tried his best to hold back his smile, but the veins popping out on his face still betrayed him.

After yelling, he kicked the follower, gave him a sharp knife, and then walked away, ignoring the smiling man behind him.

The entourage quickly stopped smiling, bowed to Bai Xingjian to express his apology, then took out some silver taels and put them in Bai Xingjian's hands, and trotted to catch up with Xiao Qinghe's back.

Bai Xingjian really wanted to tell him how many jins and taels he had to use a scale to measure, and he couldn't get it out even after ten soaks of urine, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, after all, the saying "Don't urinate and take care of yourself" is very It might be Xiao Qinghe's only swearing words smoothly, even if he is not allowed to say these words, he might become so angry.

Not long after, Xiao Qinghe found another shop selling calligraphy and painting, and felt that the style of calligraphy and painting was somewhat familiar, so he walked in without thinking too much.

The entourage hurriedly put the chair that he had brought from somewhere in front of Xiao Qinghe.

Xiao Qing and Jiaogui naturally didn't want to suffer the pain of their blistered feet, so they bent down and sat down.

Seeing that his young master was not so angry anymore, the attendant heaved a sigh of relief, and said to the young man who came up to him, "Show me all the best paintings you have here and show them to my young master!"

The boy went to get it when he heard the words.

Xiao Qinghe was still angry, and still looked like "the whole world owes me", the attendant hurriedly asked: "Master, are you thirsty?" Before he could reply, he ordered another servant: "Go prepare Some tea, my young master is thirsty."

Xiao Qinghe turned his head to the other side with a cold snort, but still ignored him.

"You need a fine white hair silver needle." The follower added while observing the situation.

The boy's footsteps stopped, and he felt guilty: "Here, we don't have this tea..."

"Get it in my study." There was a playful voice at the door.

The servant bowed and retreated.

"Why are you so haunted?!" Xiao Qinghe was about to die of anger!

Seeing that the person who came was Bai Xingjian, who was painting on the street just now, and seeing how respectful the boy was to him, he understood, without saying a word, he got up angrily and wanted to leave, he didn't believe that all the calligraphy and painting shops in the city He opened it for nothing!

"I'm not bragging, Mr. Xiao can go and find out, how many people in Huai Lei City dare to compare the calligraphy and painting of me, Bai Xingjian?" Bai Xingjian took the tea and tea set brought by the servant, slowly Washing and making tea, as if the obviously boastful words just now were not from him.

Xiao Qing and his feet had already stepped out of the threshold, thinking that that arrogant little girl Xiao Duchen would do everything possible to please his parents, she took her feet back, and he must find something better than hers for his father To celebrate her birthday, lest she laugh at herself again, this is the most important task right now.

He has heard the name of Bai Xingjian several times at his father's place, and he has also seen his masterpieces at his father's place, but he has never paid much attention to it before. If he can get one or two paintings by this person His father should be happy with the hand-painted painting.

Xiao Qinghe thought so in his heart, but his mouth was not forgiving at all.

"Mr. Bai was just asking about my surname, but this time I'm really half-immortal, and I guessed my surname Xiao without any effort." He turned around and laughed mockingly: "I misunderstood Mr. Bai before. The young master is as good at predicting things as a god, and he is indeed capable of bluffing and deceiving."

He paused for a moment, then smiled with the corners of his lips pulled, and finally found another excuse to mock him, "Also, don't you know, my lord, that if you don't talk about peaches and plums, you will make your own way?"

But Bai Xingjian didn't intend to answer the last question, "Young Master Xiao won the award. The words of the young master that day woke me up. I took a pee and took a picture of myself. I suddenly realized that I was not a bluffing material, so I found another way out. I have today's servant," he pretended to put down the tea set, folded his fists and bowed and said, "I am very grateful for your great kindness."

Xiao Qinghe seemed to have punched the cotton wool with his fist, and he didn't let go of his anger. Fortunately, after hearing a few compliments, his anger subsided a little, and he didn't want to waste time arguing with him, and he refused to give in, so he said awkwardly: "Tomorrow is my father's [-]th birthday, what can you do to make him happy?"

"That depends on what the prime minister likes." Bai Xingjian poured out a cup of brewed tea and handed it to Xiao Qinghe, looking at him and said.

Xiao Qinghe took the teacup, and reported his father's preferences in a series: "He likes wood carvings, calligraphy and painting, and my mother." He frowned again and said in distress: "I have been to Rongjun Pavilion, and there is no very satisfactory wood carving. Just this one, I can't find a second one to give him, as for calligraphy and painting..."

Xiao Qinghe glanced at Bai Xingjian, and said mercilessly: "Although those paintings of yours are good, they can be used as congratulatory gifts, but they are too empty, and it is difficult to be elegant."

He spoke so directly, but Bai Xingjian was not angry at all, not even angry, with a smile on his cheek, "Thank you, Mr., for your enlightenment." He thought about it again, and asked with his head tilted: "Mr. How about combining the three people and things that your father loves?"

When Xiao Qinghe heard this, he immediately regained his spirits. He didn't remember that he had quarreled with the man in front of him a quarter of an hour ago. He asked "without shame", "How to combine?"

"I will draw a picture frame for you, and you will send someone to Rongjun Pavilion to carve the finished product and wait there. I will draw a picture for your father and Ling Tang here. If you are not at ease, you can also come here Under the supervision, my painting should be finished when the young master returns, and then the young master will put the painting in a frame and bring it back to the mansion, and give it to your father at an auspicious time tomorrow, how about it?"

Carved wood frame?

Xiao Qinghe obviously also thought it was a good idea, his eyes sparkled with excitement, "Good idea!"

Then the brilliance in his eyes dimmed again in an instant, he hung his head like a defeated little rooster, and said listlessly: "I didn't bring their portraits today."

Seeing that his appearance was much cuter than his domineering appearance, Bai Xingjian unconsciously softened his tone and said, "No problem, I'm lucky enough to meet the second elder, so I will be able to draw it."

Xiao Qing and Wen Yan raised their heads suddenly, looked at Bai Xingjian excitedly and asked, "Really?!"

Bai Xingjian smiled, "Of course it's true."

"Then why don't you draw quickly?!" Xiao Qinghe urged, with admiration in his eyes, but he couldn't bear to praise others, he clenched his fist and coughed lightly on his lips, and said coyly: "I haven't seen any paintings before. Xing put it in a picture frame, you are so smart,"

Xiao Qinghe blushed with excitement, "Could it be that you are the ancestor of this thing, and the painting of my parents is the origin of this form of painting?"

While studying ink, Bai Xingjian slandered: You are too ignorant, Beihu has already produced this kind of painting, but he said: "Mr. Xiao is joking, and others who can think of it will naturally think of it."

"You're too modest!" Xiao Qinghe frowned, regardless of whether the person in front of him pissed on him or not, whether he deserved to be called by his first name or not, and said with disgust: "Call me Qinghe, Mr. Xiao also calls you It's not too awkward, and also, don't always be subordinate, is it troublesome?"

"..." Bai Xingjian thought in his heart, "I'll go to the toilet to take a picture of myself and see if I'm worthy of calling Mr. Xiao by his name before making a decision." But what he said was: "Okay. "

Ever since, Xiao Qinghe's entourage took the drawings to Rongjun Pavilion to order a picture frame to carve dragons and phoenixes, while he quietly watched Bai Xingjian's painting beside Bai Xingjian.

This simple-minded, inactive, indifferent, and bright-smiling fool became close friends with Bai Xingjian because of a painting.

Later, Bai Xingjian often teased him with "You don't piss and take care of yourself".

Of course, that's an afterthought.

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