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I sneaked into his small side hall, eavesdropped on him, and was caught at the scene. I felt my heart pounding at that moment. If I hadn't kept my mouth shut, I was afraid it would jump out, so I tried hard She swallowed her saliva and almost stuttered: "You...why didn't you leave?"

I am really an idiot for asking this question, there is no silver 300 taels here.

Sure enough, Sheng Yun watched? Me: "Why are you here?"

He put his hands in his pockets again, like a hunter who has finished hunting, looking at the unlucky eggs in his net pockets.

What can I say, a hapless bastard?

I hesitated, but before I could say anything, he said, "Eavesdropping?"

I shook my head, so he said, "Peeping? Or stealing?"

While he was talking, he took a step closer. The distance was not far away, so I had no choice but to step back slightly.

What do I want to steal?Can I steal it out?

I looked at his eyes like ancient wells and coughed: "I really didn't mean it, I just..."

I can't use Xiaojin as an excuse. I just wanted to come in. I just wanted to see? The place where I played here.

He looked at me heavily, obviously waiting for me to say something, but I couldn't say anything, I could only say: "I'm sorry, I accidentally walked the wrong way."

He said lightly: "Going wrong?"

This sound was the same as what Zhuo Kai said back then, very jokingly, he didn’t want to look at me, he just looked around his small side hall, I knew what he meant, here? It’s clearly separated from the main hall, even if some guests accidentally Wrong, it shouldn't be me.

I had no choice but to apologize to him: "I'm sorry, I... go back first."

He took another step towards me, I really had nowhere to retreat, I was stuck against the pillar.

His indifferent voice sounded from above my head: "Don't come again if there is nothing to do in the future."

Did he think their family was some kind of sweet pastry?I will never come to their house again!

I stared at him angrily, I thought how could he be so hateful now, where did the previous Sheng Yun go?Even if he gets along with Qin Xuesheng, I won't hinder him in any way!

He wasn't afraid of me staring at him, but because of my staring, he took another step closer and said something even more irritating: "You are not allowed to bring? Xiaojin."

This time I don't know what to say, he hates me, does he even hate Xiao Jin?

I don't want to look at him anymore, I just want to get out from beside him, but he stands still, with his hands in his pockets, condescending, like a mouse trapped.

He is too much, I just overheard him a little bit, why did he drive me to the pillar!

I walked around him close to the pillar.

I found Xiao Jin.I found it in the small study, he was in the small study next to Zhang Zhendong and me, Bai let me go around this big circle.

After I came out from Sheng Yun's place, I walked back to my corner in a hurry, and only then did I find out.

Xiao Jin didn't know when she entered this small study room. Mr. Lin Mobai was eating out now, so there was no one here, so Xiao Jin didn't care if he came in alone!

I was really anxious, because I watched? Xiaojin took a pen and drew on the hard-to-find calligraphy. No, he wrote it. What he wrote was his own name.

My hands were trembling, and I didn't dare to move that word, so I called him in a low voice: "Xiao Jin!"

Xiao Jin glanced at me: "Dad, where have you been? Look? Is my handwriting nice? This grandpa didn't have a signature, so I signed it for him."

Signed his name? !

Zhang Zhendong, that bastard!They taught me what to write!Want to be famous like crazy!Can this be signed casually, ancestor!

I quickly picked up Xiaojin, I was stunned by Sheng Yunqi just now, and now I was shocked by this ancestor again? I hugged Xiaojin and ran away, thinking that this is absolutely impossible Admit it, or the two of us really can't eat today? Let's go.

But that sentence is good, you can run to a monk, but you can't run to a temple. Xiao Jin is young and hasn't written for a few days, so the signature is clear, stroke by stroke, not the madness of old Mr. Mobai, so The contrast is so obvious on this rice paper.

Sure enough, Xiaojin and I hadn't been hiding in the corner on the other side for long. In the hall? Someone exclaimed: "My God, old man, your calligraphy has been changed by someone."

I know why he was so surprised, because this is the Sheng family, no one would have thought of touching this calligraphy, and they still signed the calligraphy, so this is simply outrageous.

His words quickly attracted everyone's attention, and after a while, Mr. Mo Bai and Father Sheng came to the calligraphy and painting.

I hugged Xiaojin and followed the crowd to wait and see.Because I can't run away, it would be great if there is another person named Xie Jin on the scene.Unfortunately no more.

"Xie Jin?"

Father Sheng read this name with some doubts, I know, he is not familiar with this name, I rarely take Xiao Jin out, and I just called Xiao Jin just now, but I know it won't be long, Father Sheng frowned slightly He said, oh, I think he should know who it is, there are not many people with the surname Xie.

Other people present should understand, right?And there are people who know Xie Jin themselves.

I don't even want to look at Sheng Yun anymore, he just told me that Xiao Jin and I are not allowed to come to their house, now it's all right, I think what kind of bad luck happened to me.

Sheng Yun didn't come near at first, but after hearing the name that Father Sheng read out, he stepped forward and took a look. I saw his brows twitched, his eyes closed quickly, and then he pinched his brows with his hands , he must be gnashing his teeth thinking: Why am I so annoying?

Adults are ignorant, so it’s not good to look at? Children, one or two run around!

After he took a deep breath, he took his hand away, and then his eyes were extremely accurate. I came over, I avoided his gaze, hugged Xiao Jin and leaned slightly.

I still don't want to admit it at this time, so I'll just wait? Is there anyone named Xie Jin at the scene?

Xiaojin was a little bit tight by me, and moved uncomfortably: "Dad?"

I booed him softly, and Xiao Jin looked at him with a dazed expression. I, he probably didn't understand why everyone was talking about his name, and when he was about to say something, his mouth was covered.

Zhang Zhendong didn't know when he appeared, and covered Xiao Jin's mouth with his hand.

Is he looking towards me? I opened my mouth and said, "Let's get out?" Before I dared to say anything, I knew this guy was cowardly. When he met Mr. Lin, he was like a mouse meeting a cat. He was still slandering him behind his back just now .

He also winked at me and told me to withdraw.

I stared at him, and I also wanted to withdraw, where to withdraw?

Do you know what happened now?

Let him teach him how to write his signature, and teach him to put a signature on the back of each calligraphy and painting. Lin Mobai has a seal, but Xiao Jin doesn't know.

At this time, in the quiet crowd, there was an abrupt laugh. It was Gao Yu, the only guy who gloated and dared to make a sound.

He remembered that he had argued with Xiao Jin about these few words, so when he saw Xiao Jin signed his name, he must have thought that Xiao Jin was serious about the words, under the protection of the signature, the two of them I used to do such childish things when I was at home.

But the question is, is this the right time to laugh?

Sure enough, Ke Ruo, who was next to him, glanced at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked him, "I'm not your child, so are you gloating now?"

Because of Gao Yu? He snorted coldly at these words, and said nothing more.

Ke Ruo looked at me with a smile in his eyes, I knew he was joking at me, see? How did I end up.Because no one will help me anymore.

He not only glanced at me, but also at Sheng Yun, and by the way, even at Qin Xuesheng beside him.I think he is busy enough today, he wants to see my jokes, but he is also unwilling, because Sheng Yun won't help me, and it doesn't belong to him.

I knew that Qin Xuesheng was also looking at me, and he probably knew who Xiao Jin was. I heard him ask Sheng Yun: "Xie Jin is him? So what should we do now?"

I didn't hear Sheng Yun's voice, I think I probably nodded, because Qin Xuesheng sighed: "It's a pity."

Yes, it's a pity that it's a good word.

I hugged Xiaojin and patted his butt, Zhang Zhendong no longer covered his mouth, so Xiaojin could finally speak: "Dad, what's wrong, I can't sign that painting ?"

Can, you can, little ancestor.

The little ancestor's voice was clear, and he didn't tell himself. Everyone made way for the two of us. I walked forward with Xiaojin in my arms, put Xiaojin down, and bowed to Mr. Lin first: "I'm sorry, it's my child. I wrote it, Xiao Jin, and apologize to Mr. Lin, it is wrong to write my name on other people's paintings."

Xiao Jin looked up at me, not understanding what it meant. This guy Zhang Zhendong only taught half of what he taught. I explained to him again: "You need to write your own to write your name. First, I apologize to Mr. Lin."

It was also my fault that Xiao Jin was ignorant, so I lowered my head and apologized to the old man: "Mr. Lin, it's my fault. I'm sorry, I didn't look at him? Take care of him."

I didn't even dare to look up? Old man, I'm afraid he will recognize me.

Mr. Lin didn't know if he recognized me. He pinched his beard and only glanced at me before going to see Xiao Jin.

See? After a while, he actually laughed: "Okay, a little doll has such guts, okay!"

Xiao Jin heard him praise him, looked up? He, the old man stretched out his hand to him.

Xiao Jin was still young, although Mr. Lin was already hunched over, but Xiao Jin couldn't reach his thighs, and was a little far away from him, so he bent his back on purpose and walked forward to touch Xiao Jin's head : "You can write so well at a young age, much better than grandpa! Grandpa didn't know how to hold a pen when he was your age."

I think the old man is really too humble. He is 94 years old this year. When he was three years old, he was too poor to eat. How could he have the conditions to hold a pen? There was no pen or paper. He used it on the sand Word written on tree branches.Over time, when I had paper and pens, I didn't dare to write on paper. I had to write on the ground hundreds of times before I dared to write on paper.

This is what the old man said when he taught us back then. He said that we didn’t write well when we had paper. Zhang Zhendong scribbled with rice paper, but I started shaking as soon as I started.

I looked at? Xiao Jin, thinking why Xiao Jin didn't follow me, how cautious I am!

Xiao Jin also took a look at me. I thought he was a little confused. I scolded him, but Mr. Lin praised him.

Taking advantage of Mr. Lin's praise, I hurriedly asked: "Old man, I'm sorry, this painting is ruined no matter what, do you think you can sell this painting to me, or I will compensate you also?"

I don't have any money for paintings that are hard to come by, but Zhang Zhendong has them!It was he who said that all the expenses at the banquet were paid by him, and it was all his fault!

As soon as I said this, the old man took a look at me: "You compensate me? How do you pay? Pay with money?"

There were three rhetorical questions in a row. What the old man said was not serious, but he kept staring at me. The eyes on the wrinkled face were still bright and sharp.

I opened my mouth but couldn't speak. Every time I shoot myself in the foot.

It's my words and deeds that are wrong, how can I use money to measure his calligraphy and painting.

He has a stubborn temper. In the hearts of the older generation of artists, art is priceless, and it is a slander to them to measure art with money.

What's more, his calligraphy and paintings are priceless treasures. His calligraphy and paintings can already be auctioned for sky-high prices, because he no longer paints, and he can't be tired anymore at his age. Being able to write a calligraphy for Shengfu is already the limit, which is why The reason why Uncle Sheng accompanied him personally.

I was wrong, I have no money now, thinking that money is precious.

I was speechless, and couldn't stand being stared at by the old man, so I turned my eyes. Uncle Sheng was supporting the old man, but his eyes were looking at Xiao Jin, with a complicated expression on his face. I couldn't see through it. , I don’t know if he is angry or something else, I don’t know how to apologize to him, maybe he looked at me? He, he looked at me? He glanced at me and only smiled slightly. Does that mean I’m not to blame?But I did not relax, I know he has always been happy.He is calm even scolding his son, let alone me.

I followed his gaze and glanced at his son Sheng Yun who was standing aside. Sheng Yun still had his hands in his pockets. He, he didn't say anything, his eyes didn't know where they fell, really, what time is this, I was afraid that his father would blame him, I was like a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and I couldn't protect myself.The most important thing is that this guy didn't care about me either.

I retracted my gaze and was about to apologize to Mr. Lin again, but before I could say it, he raised his hand to stop him. He didn't look at me, he just looked at Xiaojin in front of me, and his voice was much more kind than when he was training me: "One person does things and one person is responsible, Xiaojin, right? Do you dare to write a picture for grandpa?"

Xiao Jin just said one word crisply: "Dare."

Old Mr. Mo Bai smiled: "Good boy, He Sheng, come and spread paper for the child."

I took a look at Lin Hesheng, Lin Hesheng only smiled at me, and started to spread the paper. After he wrapped the paper, he started to rub the ink again, each stroke was very light, just as respectful as when he was grinding the old man. Do you know that it is inappropriate for him to grind ink for a brat?

Didn't Lin Hesheng watch it again? Me, Mr. Lin didn't watch it anymore? Me, I slowly clenched my hands into fists. I knew that everyone was watching me. Maybe they didn't expect such a turning point.

I could hear Ke Ruo's cold snort, and I could also hear the whispered discussions of the people around. They said: Mr. Lin is just magnanimous. The old man has been writing calligraphy and painting all his life.

Yes, everything is fine, but my status is too bad.

My father is now in Yunxi Mountain, even though he is not guilty, even though he returned all the things of my Xie family, he did not occupy a piece of land or a tile, and did not let me take a needle or a thread.

But falling is falling, and the glory of the past cannot save the current downfall.The torrent of history will never be diverted by human will.

I can feel them watching? My half-disappeared gaze, I know, there is a sneer in it, I should have been hiding in the corner, as a background board, but I stood in the middle.

This made them feel alienated from me and it was funny, as if I was like a clown, my house was bankrupt, but I was still jumping around.

They laughed awkwardly, and even praised Mr. Lin, they didn't mention me a word.

They said that Mr. Lin is of course amazing. He once won the title of "People's Artist". • To the leader personally attended his celebratory banquet.

He is a great artist, he is worthy of everyone's respect.

So he is so good to a child because of his good character, it has nothing to do with my Xie family.

It would be best if they thought so.

I stand? Let them watch. Anyway, I’m used to it. I watch? Xiaojin walked to the table and climbed onto the stool. He is not tall, and he just knelt on the stool to write, and it’s still the same now, Zhuo The younger sister helped him to support the chair, so that the chair would not turn, so after he knelt down, he began to dip his pen and ink.

Although he is small, he has a good posture, his arms are straight, and he doesn't shake at all. Mr. Lin is right, he is better than me.I shouldn't be proud at this moment, but I didn't hold back, I looked at Xiao Jin's small appearance and smiled.If you have a child like this, what do you want in this life.

Xiao Jin doesn't know how to write in cursive, one stroke at a time, so she writes slowly. Uncle Sheng has already helped the old man to sit down.

After he sat down, he didn't mention any words of advice. As Xiao Jin wrote slowly, his back was a little bent, so as Xiao Jin finished writing one by one, he stretched forward involuntarily, and I watched? The way he stretched his head and bowed his back felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

I don't even want to look at him.

I felt that this time was really difficult. After Xiaojin finished writing the four words "Songyun Endless" stroke by stroke, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as I brought Xiao Jin over, the old man spoke up again, and he praised him: "The writing is really good, Xiao Jin, is your surname Xie?"

Xiao Jin nodded heavily: "My surname is Xie!"

The child's voice was too crisp. After saying the word 'thank you', there was a moment of silence in the room.I slowly loosened my clenched hands, touched Xiao Jin's head, and pulled him to my side.

Mr. Lin didn't read it? I just stretched out my hand and pulled Xiao Jin's hand: "Xie Jin, you signed your name on Grandpa's handwriting, can Grandpa sign my name on your handwriting?"

I think I'm stuck, Xiaojin doesn't understand, is the old man also confused?

Is this a pen pal?Can we still sign each other?

I think everyone present was as surprised as I was, because the old man has always stamped his seal when writing many years ago, and rarely writes his own name.

So they looked at? Xiao Jin's words were a little enthusiastic.

The handwriting written by Xiao Jin is a child's brushwork. Although every stroke is extremely serious, there are always weaknesses. It looks like a childish weakness.But Mr. Lin insisted on writing, so Uncle Sheng helped him up again and pressed him on the paper himself.

After a while, Mr. Lin wrote the long-lost three characters. Like all his characters, they were flamboyant and powerful, piercing the back of the paper.

When I looked at that name, I became a little jealous, and I even wanted to cut out these few words and sell them for money.

After Mr. Lin finished writing these four words seriously, he smiled and asked Xiaojin, "Do you know what these four words mean?"

This little Jin knew, he thought for a while and said: "The clouds in Songshan Mountain are endless, implying that learning is endless."

Mr. Mo Bai finally looked at me: "He writes better than you."