I saddle up for my rival [Rebirth]

As soon as Liang Ze approached, he saw that the old man, who had been half-turning and stepping with his palms up and eyes closed, suddenly changed his palm style, and a knife of luck slashed straight at him.

Liang Ze's reaction was fairly quick, he was only slightly stunned for a moment, then he curled his lips and raised his palm to block, after only three, five or six rounds, the old man withdrew his hand, shook his head and sighed, "I don't have enough energy, I still have to practice. "

"I'll have to open a boxing gym if I practice again." Liang Ze smiled, took a towel from Uncle Wu's hand and wiped the sweat from the old man's forehead.

"I heard from Lao Wu that you stayed late last night for socializing?" Liang Changye took the towel from him and wiped it slowly by himself, "Why did you get up so early today?"

"Eat and drink for nothing and sleep late, guilty conscience." When Liang Ze said this, there was a slight smile on his face, and he didn't know how much of what he said was true or false.

"If you know you have a guilty conscience, take over the company as soon as possible. Don't just idle around all day." Liang Changye threw the towel back into his hand angrily.

"I can't even handle your tricks, but I don't see how old you are at all." Liang Ze smiled, "With your energy, Huan Yu can still run the business for another ten years. .”

"Fart as far as you can early in the morning." Liang Changye pointed at him and scolded him, how could he look like the chairman of a listed company?After scolding, it seemed that it was not enough, so he gave his grandson a hard look and said, "I've been abroad for a long time, and I'm not good at farts, but I can't slip through my mouth."

Liang Ze was neither humble nor overbearing, and his tone was even a bit embarrassing, "I was brought up by you, and my eloquence has been absorbed by my ears and eyes since I was a child."

The implication is that all my advantages and disadvantages are up to you, you can say what you like, anyway, it is not me who hurts the enemy one thousand and self-injures two thousand.

Guan Ling was standing about two meters behind him. He didn't let him say anything, so he didn't dare to rush forward. He just stood quietly in front of the background board, but he couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this. After several contacts with Ze, he knew that this person was not as serious in private as he appeared on the surface, but he didn't expect to be so rough in front of his elders, which surprised him for a while, and felt unreal.

Hearing the sudden laughter, Liang Changye seemed to realize that there was a young man not far behind Liang Ze. His eyes brushed Liang Ze's shoulder line and glanced over. Three points of inquiry and two points of kindness, Guan Ling couldn't help but think of Professor Qi who taught him to paint in college, and almost subconsciously straightened his back.

Liang Ze turned his head following the old man's gaze, then waved at Guan Ling, signaling him to go forward.

This kind of gesture of beckoning a puppy made Guan Ling want to swear at you as an idiot, but he held back, quickly adjusted his facial expression and strode forward. With a distance of two or three steps, Guan Ling had already considered the title.

Stopping half a step beside Liang Ze, Guan Ling nodded politely and called, "Mr. Liang."

Liang Changye lowered his eyes as a response, but his gaze was still gazing at the young man who was less than two meters away.The young man is quite tall, wearing a well-fitting suit that looks a little too thin, but his slightly nodding gesture and the bright smile on his face show the vigor and vitality of this age man. Although his posture is low, his face His expression was not cowardly at all, but rather neither humble nor overbearing.

Liang Changye raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his gaze to his grandson, "He is..."

Liang Ze didn't say a word and waited for him to ask. After hearing this, he didn't rush to introduce. The first officer listened and said, "Did you read yesterday's painting?"

There is a study room in Liang’s house for Liang Changye to put his calligraphy and paintings. He seems to have a special affection for calligraphy and portraits. Some bosses who want to cooperate with Huan Yu even bought various famous paintings from abroad at great cost and sent them over, but Liang Changye didn’t even notice them. In the blink of an eye, the only sentence was "The painting is not worth the price, it is more expensive than the eye" and dismissed it. After that, this kind of thing gradually faded away. However, some people still wanted to take advantage of it. Sometimes the paintings Liang Changye sent looked good and they kept them. Some were also sent directly.

Since Liang Ze returned to China three months ago, this strange old man has been nagging him about life-long events almost every day, and even drove him to stay in a hotel. Do not recognize this grandson.

Liang Ze couldn't laugh or cry, so he had the same thought as those bosses who wanted to curry favor with Liang Changye. Others didn't know why the old man liked calligraphy and painting so much, but his grandson, a direct relative, knew the whole story, so he searched everywhere for good paintings , hoping to reduce the old man's attention on himself a little bit, so that he can be quiet.

It was a coincidence that Cheng Fei gave him a painting in front of the family building of the Academy of Fine Arts. Although Liang Ze was quite surprised at the time, he didn't take it seriously. In terms of handwriting, Cheng Fei's things are really nothing.

When the summer rains come, the stick is always very heavy. Liang Changye's leg was injured when he was young. Although he was healed later, he suffered from a sore root cause of a rainy day. It was also the day when Liang Changye left the Liang residence because of the rare painting that Cheng Fei gave him, and that day was also the most comfortable day Liang Ze had spent at home since returning to China.

"Look." Speaking of painting, Liang Changye's expression subconsciously softened a lot, as if the topic suddenly changed from boring and boring work to hobbies, and his tone was much calmer than the anger he just pretended, "The painting is not bad. .”

Although it is only three words, it may be interpreted as perfunctory or mediocre in the eyes of outsiders, but Liang Ze knows that only three words show that the old man really likes it.

He couldn't help but think of that torrential rainy day. When he got home, he asked the old man about his health and put the painting on the coffee table. Seeing that his trouser legs were wet, the old man couldn't help complaining, and glanced at the table. But when he was painting, he paused, and the words of complaints in his mouth gradually faded away.

That afternoon, Liang Ze sat with the old man in the corridor and looked at the rain outside. Even though the clothes and food were well maintained, the old man's hands were gradually withered, and the ten-inch page of the painting in his hand was pinched between his fingers. Sharp, but with a smile on his face, he told him about his father and mother.

"It's just that the frame is not detailed enough," the old man couldn't help scolding after finishing speaking, "How many times have I told you that hand-framed paintings are just like hand-made suits, more refined and detailed."

Liang Ze had indeed heard this a few times, it wasn't that he didn't care about it, but he did it on purpose, if he did everything well at once, what else would he use to distract the old man's attention?

Liang Ze pretended to be 'I know I was wrong', and said to the old man like offering a treasure, "As long as Grandpa likes it, I have spent a lot of effort on this painting."

"You're a jobless vagrant, it's rare to find something that takes a lot of effort." Liang Changye glared at him, but swallowed back the scolding, and sighed, "I'm determined."

"Knowing that grandpa likes it," Liang Ze said, "I bought that painter's gallery on my own initiative. The paintings you have collected for so many years can hardly fit in our study room. There may be more in the future. It's better now." Just move it somewhere, it will be convenient for you to read it later.”

Guan Ling stood quietly behind him. When he heard this, he couldn't help being stunned. He dared to spend a lot of money to find him to buy paintings, and even threatened him with words. Finally, he bought a gallery from Zhou Jinhang for a lot of money because of this. ...Guan Ling's gaze unconsciously brushed Liang Ze's shoulder line and glanced at the old man obliquely in front of him, his heart was turbulent, and it would be a lie to say that he was not excited.

Whether it is a painter, a writer or a singer, they all hope that their works will be liked. That kind of happiness is just the natural pleasure after their own things are recognized. It's different, it's hot and burning, like hope.

"Stinky and clever," said Mr. Liang, who seemed to have never expected his grandson to have such a hand, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a smile. The smile on his face has already betrayed his mood completely, but his mouth is still unforgiving, "It's all about these useless places."

Liang Ze didn't care about being scolded, instead he looked very happy, tilted his head slightly and raised his chin at Guan Ling who was behind him, "He is the person in charge of the gallery, if you want to see a painting someday, just ask him. "

Guan Ling knew that it was time for him to pick up the slack, so he put away all his thoughts and nodded at Liang Changye with a shy smile, "Just call me Xiaoguan."

According to Liang Ze, the gallery was a big study room that Liang Changye used to put his paintings. He didn't plan to let an outsider take care of his study room, so Liang Changye nodded coldly.

Liang Ze had been by Liang Changye's side since he was a child, and he could tell what the old man was thinking from his expression. Before the old man could speak, he said, "The little official found that painting for me yesterday."

With just such an endless sentence, Liang Changye's originally rather indifferent expression eased a lot. After examining the young man in front of him for a while, he asked, "What do you do?"

There are many answers to this question. If you are asking about Guan Ling's occupation, then he is a shop owner, and by the way, he is a male customer. If the meaning of this question is to ask about his position in Liang Ze, then he is a fake boyfriend. Still a fake assistant.

However, Mr. Liang's question seems simple. It is difficult to answer Liang Ze in a way that satisfies him. It may be that there is no reason to take that sentence that does not match the preamble, but it must have deep meaning.

After thinking for a while, Guan Ling came to a conclusion, and replied with a smile, "My father is an art teacher, and he left a small studio for me to run. Unfortunately, the artist that Mr. Liang Xiao is looking for happens to be my elder brother."

This not only answered Liang Changye's question, but also answered the other party's next question. While Guan Ling praised her wit in her heart, she secretly glanced sideways at Liang Ze in front of her. He became a clear expression, and even blinked at him, implying that he was doing well.

Guan Ling was not completely lying, in order to justify the lie he had painted by Cheng Fei before, so he made up a lie that Cheng Fei learned painting from his father when he was young, and now he only claimed to be Cheng Fei's younger brother. It can be regarded as making this lie more convincing on the basis of the previous lie, but it cannot be called a lie.

While Guan Ling was proud of his wit, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. This was due to the fact that the original owner was eloquent and smart. If he changed his previous self, he might not be so tactful.

Being distracted, Liang Changye suddenly asked him after listening to the answer, "Are you also a painter?"

Guan Ling couldn't help showing a self-deprecating smile, shook his head and said, "I'm handicapped and can't draw."

Hearing this, Liang Changye couldn't help but think of his son who failed to inherit his father's business, a look of pity flashed across his eyes, and then he said with a smile, "It's convenient for your elder brother to make an appointment to drink tea with an old man and chat about painting. "

Guan Ling didn't expect Mr. Liang to have such thoughts. He was startled for a while, then his face was filled with sadness, and he said calmly, "My senior brother is no longer here."

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