Quick time travel is difficult for a scholar

Wen Rumo looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to have a guilty conscience and shook his head, then looked at the man in the brown robe with a bad look beside him, he was amused, but he also walked between the two of them, picked up the somewhat damaged man who fell on the ground Painting, sighed slightly, raised his hand and brushed gently across the painting, with a gentleness, like a memory.

Haoxiang thought that he probably really liked this painting, and at a moment when Haoxiang was thinking, he only heard a sting, and the two paintings that were sought after by others in the past and despised by others became two halves in an instant.

"Mr. Wen!" Hao Xiang exclaimed, looking at Wen Rumo's actions with some surprise, he obviously liked him very much, and he also knew that the paintings that could stay here were definitely fine works, but they were rejected This person was destroyed all of a sudden, how could he be willing.

Wen Rumo smiled lightly at Hao Xiang who was puzzled.Looking at the torn painting in his hand, he rolled it up, "It's supposed to be something to entertain the mind. Since it can't achieve its function, there is no need to exist. Zijin's clumsy work will only be kept privately in the future, and will not be used again. It's spread outside!"

Wen Rumo said this to the people of the Yulan Poetry Association. He had planned this in the first place, and now it seems that these people don't value his paintings, so why should he despise his own things? The phenomenon of calligraphy and painting being ripped off by others is just a matter of looking down on Wen Rumo's things now. Although the Magnolia Poetry Fair is an occasion for scholars to exchange knowledge, there are many things mixed in it, and Wen Rumo is unwilling to deal with it These.

Sure enough, as soon as his words came out, the other party's steward didn't say anything, not that he was really like some people who fell into trouble and doubted Wen Rumo's level, but that there was never a shortage of good things at the Yulan Poetry Fair, Wen Rumo's paintings It's very good, but it's not enough to make Yulan poetry lick its face and chase after it for collection.

"Mr. Wen still has self-knowledge! Hmph!" The man in brown clothes was speaking, but seeing Haoxiang's fierce eyes, his voice weakened inaudibly. Don't look at Haoxiang who looks thin, but he I also learned some fists, feet, bows and arrows since I was a child, which is by no means comparable to this kind of powerless nerd.

"Since this matter is already like this, please don't get entangled any more. I think the truth is on the drawing table." Obviously, they could also see that the Magnolia Poetry Association did not value Wen Rumo as much as before. In the past, they were still envious and amazed, but now that famous person has fallen into such a situation.

As soon as the steward's words came out, Wen Rumo's expression did not change, but Hao Xiang was a little unconvinced. It was obvious that this matter was the man's fault, and this man obviously wanted to calm things down. Thinking of this, he felt a little worthless for Wen Rumo , Such thoughts in his heart were brought out unconsciously on his face. He wanted to refute, but saw Wen Rumo shaking his head at him.

Haoxiang glared at these people, especially the man in brown clothes, and had already made up his mind to find a sack to beat up this bastard when he turned around.

This incident is obviously a conclusion, but it does not prevent everyone from paying attention to Wen Rumo. Throughout the ages, there have always been many celebrities who have gossip. Stretching his neck, he waited for Wen Rumo's painting, but guessed in his heart that his things might not be kept here this year. Leaving paintings here is probably to save some face for myself.

Wen Rumo didn't look at the people's faces, and found an empty table. Although he didn't plan to keep anything here, he still had to start and finish. For the last time to participate in the Yulan Poetry Festival, he would of course leave a perfect table for himself. ending.Wen Rumo didn't pay attention to the young man who was actively following up behind him, and he would look for a chance to confirm it when he turned around.

When the poetry meeting officially started, first the seniors of the older generation opened the show, setting off the atmosphere of the entire poetry meeting to the top, and then came the rising stars like Wen Rumo, but Wen Rumo was different from these young people. He became famous It is already early, not a rising star, but in terms of qualifications, it is not as good as these seniors, so Wen Rumo used to be a very unique existence in the poetry club, young people would not make friends with him, and neither would the older ones. Pointing at him like pointing out younger generations, coupled with his arrogance, so there are no acquaintances here for so long.

But this time, when it was Wen Rumo's turn, a large group of people turned their attention to Wen Rumo. Obviously, they were extremely curious about Wen Rumo's work this time, and these Wen Rumo Mo didn't even notice it, maybe he did, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it. Sometimes when he thought about it, the Gege from before might not be all bad for Wen Rumo because of his actions!

Hao Xiang was standing beside Wen Rumo, quietly watching Wen Rumo lower his head to paint, seeing this man who has always been calm since we met, holding a paintbrush and seriously painting at this moment, Hao Xiang only felt that his own His eyes seemed to be glued together, and only the person in front of him remained in his eyes.

His demeanor was very peaceful, as if he was accomplishing the most solemn thing in the world, his brows and eyes were full of seriousness, and the corners of his lips, which sometimes raised slightly, now also pursed into a straight line.Holding a black writing brush in his hands, he looked thinner and fairer, with well-defined joints, and Hao Xiang suddenly felt that these were hands that were born for painting.Seeing him waving the paintbrush from time to time, every movement and stillness, it was like a painting, Hao Xiang's eyes fell on the brush tightly held in this man's hand, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart, he didn't know how to be touched by these perfect hands What it feels like to hold.

As soon as this idea came up, Haoxiang was startled, and scolded himself in his heart for thinking wildly, how could he come up with such a strange idea, but this person is really good-looking, Haoxiang looked at Wen Rumo's handsome and handsome face Side face, secretly envious in his heart, you must know that he has long been dissatisfied with his appearance, Haoxiang's appearance is just like his mother's, even though he is not feminine, he is definitely gorgeous, and now he is a teenager again Well, the characteristics of men and women are not more obvious than those of adults. Fortunately, he always practices boxing and kicks, and he is a little tanned, otherwise he would have to beat himself to death.

The two hours passed quickly in Haoxiang's wild thoughts, and Wen Rumo and the others had finished their paintings, now all that was left was to ask the seniors to judge, Wen Rumo sat down on the chair , rubbed his stiff neck, and Haoxiang next to him immediately handed over a cup of tea, "Mr. Wen, drink tea!"

Wen Rumo stared at him for a long time, until Haoxiang's heart was trembling, then he took the tea, took a sip, stared at by those deep eyes, Haoxiang's heart beat very fast, seeing Wen Rumo turned his head away He seemed to be relieved now, so he didn't see the smile flashing across Wen Rumo's eyes the moment he lowered his head.

"Okay! You kid is extremely talented! This painting is not bad, and you are proud of your bones. It can be seen that you are a man of heart, but there is still room for feasibility in this technique. If you practice more, you will become a great tool in the future. You kid, I don't know. Who did you learn from?" Mr. Huang saw that this painting has a grand layout and profound artistic conception. It is not worse than some of the paintings collected here. He looks only seventeen or eight years old, but he has never heard of it before. .But obviously this child must have been taught by a famous teacher, so he was a little curious for a while.

Seeing that Mr. Huang, who has always been restrained, admired a new face so much, they couldn't help leaning closer to savor the painting in front of them. Wen Rumo also shifted his gaze to the group of people, and finally landed on the stand. On the young man at the table.

The young man who was praised by others smiled humbly. His appearance is not handsome, but it is easy to make people feel good about him. Coupled with his demeanor that is neither arrogant nor impatient, Mr. Huang can't stop guessing , I haven't seen this child before, so I don't know which family it belongs to.

The young man arched his hands slightly, and made a junior salute, "I'm from the Qing generation of the Mohists in Jiangnan, ranking third, Wen Qinghe, sir, just call me Pingzhi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone swiped their eyes to Wen Rumo. Wen Rumo raised his eyebrows and put down the teacup in his hand. He had been watching for a long time just now. He didn't respond, turned around and pushed the teacup, Haoxiang was taken aback, and immediately filled it up.

"Third Uncle!" Wen Qinghe followed everyone's eyes to see Wen Rumo, and seemed very pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly saluted Wen Rumo, but didn't want Wen Rumo to look at him, and just lowered his head to drink tea.

Everyone was speechless for a while, but they thought that this Wen Rumo was really full of arrogance. My family didn't say hello here, and they didn't look at him now. However, the Wen family has produced another good seedling. Will Rumo still be arrogant in the future?

Mr. Huang frowned, and was a little displeased with Wen Rumo's unruliness, but he was a senior after all, and he always knew how to save face for others. Looking at the awkward young man standing beside him, Mr. Huang sighed in his heart. With a sigh of relief, he gave such a face in the public. I guess this child will have a hard time at home, otherwise Wen Rumo will become famous as a young man, but he is still unknown at his age, so you might as well help him.

Thinking of this, Mr. Huang laughed, "It seems that you and Mr. Wen are in the same family, you might as well go over and see how your painting is compared to Mr. Wen's skill!" In fact, he was seeing Wen Rumo's painting. At that time, I knew in my heart that Pingzhi's painting level was already very good. It can be seen that he was also extremely talented. Compared with Wen Rumo, although he was somewhat lacking in technique, he was superior in artistic conception. In addition, he was young There is a lot of Wen Rumo, this time it is estimated that this child will survive, but when he thinks about the dirty things of the big family, he sighs for Pingzhi.

Apparently, Mr. Huang has automatically made up for the hard life of a young boy who was suppressed because of his talent. No matter how he sees Wen Rumo, he doesn't look like a tolerant person.

Mr. Huang was displeased when he saw Wen Rumo, who was sitting on a chair leisurely, without any respect for his senior's ideas. Then he looked at Wen Pingzhi, who was standing respectfully. The difference between the two was too great , his heart was more inclined to Wen Pingzhi, and he opened his mouth when he saw several other painting critics coming over.

"Both of you have made flower pictures. Wen Rumo's painting is skillful and vivid. The peonies in it are gorgeous and rich, and the overall layout is rigorous. The girl in it makes this painting vivid. It's a good work." Several other critics nodded after hearing this, and everyone knew that Wen Rumo's temperament was not very good, but he still had talent.

"Look at Pingzhi's painting of black plums again. Severe frost and proud snow grow on the cliff, but they are still strong and strong, with a noble and pure charm. The whole painting is very light in color, but it blends with the severe cold of the world. The artistic conception It’s even better.” After hearing this, everyone was in an uproar, obviously, this nephew Wen Rumo’s paintings are much better than his third uncle, but I don’t know if Wen Rumo, who has always been arrogant, will bear it. Losing to a woman before, but now losing to his nephew, he feels sympathy in his heart, but he can't help but gloat, which shows how unpopular Wen Rumo is.

Haoxiang didn't know painting, but after listening to the old man Huang, he also knew that Wen Rumo would lose, so he couldn't help worrying that he would feel uncomfortable. care.

Wen Rumo swirled the tea in the cup, glanced at the incense burner in the middle of the lobby, and guessed that the world was about the same.

The author has something to say: I'm coming, haha!This story is completely YY. The time, place, and characters are estimated to be completely different from the history, just watch the fun, don't get too deep into it!