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When Ji Mo was found, he was still watching Wang Zichu's painting. It was probably because the previous test determined that Ji Mo would not be affected by the gloomy atmosphere in the painting. Wang Zichu also relaxed a little and let Ji Mo Mo saw that the painting he was painting was a landscape, with a long river flowing down outlined in ink, with steep cliffs, standing in the middle of the long river, with faint echoes of mountains on all sides, quite imposing.

However, this kind of momentum is only the first glance. If you look at it for a while, you will feel a different kind of loneliness, like a pack of wolves waiting around. The mountains that can be echoed are more like spectators waiting to watch death. The cold air goes straight to the bone marrow, making people's scalp numb.

This is the second painting of Wang Zichu that Ji Mo has seen. It can't be a coincidence again and again. So, what kind of genius is this, who can paint ordinary landscape paintings like this, a god-man.

The little Taoist rumored that Ji Mo bid farewell to Wang Zichu when Father Ji was looking for him.

"When I go back, I will explain to my father that tomorrow I may have free time, and I will come to ask the master for advice."

Now that he has become a teacher, Ji Mo will not be embarrassed to call "Master", but Wang Zichu heard it awkwardly, and said: "You don't need to be called a teacher, you are willing to learn from me, I... I am very happy."

The ears seemed to be a little flushed, and it was the first time for him to say such words, his eyes were a little weak, he turned to the drawing paper, looked at the painting, as if he was saying to the painting: "I will tell uncle, too. He...he, should agree..."

This word became more and more inaccurate, obviously I had no idea in my heart, and the raised ending sound almost turned the words into interrogative sentences.

Ji Mo smiled understandingly. People who focus on one way are always dull and deficient in other aspects. Wang Zichu is probably not good at communicating with others.

Afraid Father Ji would be in a hurry, Ji Mo didn't ask Wang Zichu who his uncle was, and said directly: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't agree, you and I meet each other, using paintings as a bridge, even if there is no his consent, don't you and I agree?" Are you going to stop painting from now on?"

This is a bit of contempt for etiquette.

But Wang Zichu didn't realize what was wrong, his face turned even redder, as if excited, and he turned his head to look at Ji Mo, there seemed to be some admiration in his eyes, and he showed a smile to a child who was ten years younger than him. With such an expression, it is even more ridiculous.

But it is true and pure, and at the moment it is a bit like the unworldly demeanor that an artist who is so immaculate and noble should have.

"……it is good."

He agreed, and rolled up the dried painting a little, wrapped it in a brocade cloth, and handed it to Ji Mo, "You can see it, but don't let others see it."

Compared with words, he is obviously more adaptable to this way of communicating through painting. Ji Mo asked him to give pointers at the beginning. At that time, he didn't say anything, but just painted directly, so that Ji Mo could see where the problem was. It is the same now. , I felt that Ji Mo might not be able to come back when he returned home, and if he wanted to give advice, his voice would not spread far and wide, not to mention that he was not very good at speaking, so he gave this painting away.

Many things can be seen in the painting.

The rolled-up painting has not been framed, it was completed by Ji Mo watching Wang Zichu just now, now it is wrapped in brocade cloth, Ji Mo looks at the brocade cloth, it should be like a tablecloth, because of the need for painting, the long table is covered with cloth. You can't put such a soft thing on it, which will affect the brush strokes, so I left it aside, and now it has become the best wrapping paper.

It's hard for Wang Zichu to think of packing it to prevent the painting from being bumped and damaged.

Sure enough, no one does not cherish their own works.

Ji Mo solemnly took over to thank him. He knew better than Wang Zichu how powerful the depressing effect of this kind of painting is. After looking at it for a long time, even if you are not depressed, you will suffer from persecution paranoia. It is the kind of feeling that contains invisible "bad energy". Be careful, it will "evil" to people.

The two parted, and Ji Mo walked to the gate of the courtyard. Looking back, he could still see Wang Zichu standing in front of the window, looking at him. Seeing him looking back, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled into a small arc. , raised his hand outward, made a sign to drive him away, telling him to leave quickly, as if he was afraid that he would delay time.

Ji Mo waved at him, grabbed the scroll and walked out quickly.

Father Ji was waiting at the door, and when he saw him coming, he frowned, obviously a little dissatisfied with his absence all day, saw the thing in his hand, and asked, "What is this?"

"Exchanging paintings with the gentleman in the courtyard. The gentleman has outstanding painting skills. He is about to tell his father that Mo is willing to learn painting from the gentleman." To show his attitude, Ji Mo specially saluted to show his seriousness.

Father Ji seemed to want to say something, so he pondered for a while, and glanced at the courtyard and several houses in the Taoist temple. From this glance, it was just the green smoke curling up above the main hall, and he couldn't see who was there, "That's all, you If you want to learn, learn."

Nowadays, painting is not something a craftsman can do. In other words, the so-called cultural heritage lies in these skills. Those who can master these skills will not be born too badly, and they will not be taught by sluts. Now, it's a disgrace to the lintel.

Ji Mo blurred the meaning of "appreciating a teacher" and summed it up as "Mr.". In Ji's father's eyes, it is not that important, and it will not arouse too much backlash. Otherwise, it would not be so cheap.

Ji Mo heaved a sigh of relief when he got Ji's father's approval. He knew that if the matter was explained clearly, the possibility of not being approved was too great, so why not do this, vaguely make raw rice into mature rice first, and then agree if you don't allow it , otherwise it will damage the reputation.

There is no way to cut it first and play it later. If the Ji family wants to develop further, the family heritage is obviously not very rich. It is necessary to let the future generations worship a good master, and use the master's reputation to increase the reputation of the children. Father Ji has great respect for Uncle Ji Qi He always wanted his son to be stronger than the other party. He could agree with his stepmother's son to stay in the more prosperous Beijing to study as a teacher. It wasn't because he didn't love his son and didn't want the child to stay by his side for joy, or because he loved his stepmother too much. So much so that Ai Wu and Wu valued his son-in-law purely because he would indeed be able to worship a famous teacher and make his father famous.

Even letting the mother who is far away in Beijing adopt the concubine is because it can gain more sense of existence, at least it will not make the mother really forget herself.

Of course, maybe I don't want to see Shu Zi's face that really looks like Uncle Ji Qi's when he was a child.

Ji Mo is not very good at understanding people's hearts. Although he has never suffered a lot because of this in the past, he also knows the truth about the dangers of people's hearts. , I'm afraid I can't resist desperately.

On the contrary, this world is about to be victimized by paranoia, especially when it is a baby, it is too fragile, it is really the kind that anyone can succeed, when you meet someone, you can't help but try to figure out the other person's mind, and think that there will be someone who can protect yourself Who, and how should he hit the nail on the head for help.

As a modern person, Ji Mo always has that kind of preconceived notion in his mind, he will not think that parents must love their children.

Parents in the world take advantage of their children a lot, patriarchal thinking is a manifestation, not to mention that some parents naturally feel that they have the right to ask their children whatever they want, and pruning their children at will like small saplings is a bit If you don't like it, you will forcefully straighten and straighten it, and try to get the desired posture.

Some even make various restrictions under the banner of "for your own good", treating their children as puppets for their own dreams.

Ji Mo didn't think that this kind of vain blood relationship would give him a natural love. The aunt could not love him, but just use him to raise her status by giving birth to him as a male, and the father could not love him, just Because he is a male, he is a little more important. Similarly, the servants and servants around him can be malicious to him for various reasons.

There is a saying that no one is born to love you.

It is precisely because of this situation that Ji Mo has to think more when dealing with people, and leave some troubles for later. When he grows up and has the ability to be independent, he will naturally not be so timid.

As Ji's father went down the mountain, Ji Mo was still worried that Ji's father insisted on looking at the picture scroll, but unexpectedly, Ji's father simply forgot about it and waved his hand to let him go back.

Since Ji Mo started to go to school, he has his own yard, close to the front yard, and can go to the back, but he needs to be notified before going. He is still young, and the rules of this kind of notification are not too strict, but it is just to cultivate a Get used to it, let him know that there is a difference between the inside and the outside, and he cannot enter it at will.

After Ji Mo put away the picture scroll, he went to the backyard to meet his aunt. The other party was the stepmother who married in later. She was nearly ten years younger than Ji's father. Instead, she looked like a grandmother.

After seeing the ceremony as usual, Ji Mo said that he wanted to learn painting from a Taoist priest, and said that his father had agreed to this matter. The aunt nodded slightly, knowing that this was a gift, and she didn't ask any more details. She has always looked down on these bastards, and she doesn't want people to rob her of her son's future family property, so she agreed with a bit of disgust and sent Ji Mo to see his aunt.

What Ji's father agreed to was not a formal teacher's apprenticeship, but the aunt's mother thought it was a serious teacher's apprenticeship. There was a mistake before and after, and this gift was the standard of teacher's apprenticeship ceremony.

When Father Ji knew about this error, it was a done deal, and it was hard to go back on his word. In this way, he could explain it to Wang Zichu.

The promise Ji Mo made to him was achieved in this way, and I hope he won't mind.People like him don't care about this kind of master-student status, but the other party is like this, which makes people unwilling to violate their conscience and owe a little.A teacher is a teacher. It would be too much to be stingy with the honor of being a teacher after learning other people's skills.

I told my aunt about the same thing, since Ji Mo went outside, he seldom walked to the inner courtyard, and it took too much time to report back and forth, with several doors blocking it, it was like visiting a prison, and he had to go through layers of customs.

"Since you want to learn, you have to work hard. Don't come back if you have nothing to do. Auntie can take care of herself. If you don't come, those red-eyed ones won't stare at Auntie. Life will be much easier."

My aunt has never had so many twists and turns, and she speaks very straightforwardly. As it is, she has long since fallen out of favor. Many times, people forget that she has a son who is still standing, but if Ji Mo comes here often, It's hard to guarantee that whoever sees it will be jealous and shoot to harm Ji Mo or her, no matter what the result is, it will be unbearable.

"Yes, I know." Ji Mo should be heavy, wait, when he grows up, maybe he has a chance to take people out?