I really don't sell people [entertainment]

After meeting friends and seeing the old man, Han Hua took Fu Yunzhang and walked out of the house slowly, looking for the homestay where he stayed for the past few days.

When walking on the road, Han Hua explained without waiting for Fu Yunzhang to ask, "The old man originally had a good family background. He had a son who was admitted to university and a wife who was well-educated, but a year before his son graduated, he His son was in a car accident and died. His wife couldn't bear the blow of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, so she became ill and died a month later."

Han Hua said, looking up at the sky: "The first half of the old man's life was rough, he finally got a family, and then he lost it.

"For him, this is the most tragic thing in the world, so he sold the house and came here to draw the lost photo of a family of three going to the seaside that his wife wanted to see before she died. But after ten years, he still can’t draw it.”

Han Hua said, rubbing his eyes: "The old man draws very well, but if he can't draw well, he can't draw well. He lived alone in the early years, but later his health became worse and worse. Brother Zhou just said that he has no money. , to move in and live with him."

Fu Yunzhang never thought that the old man who only appeared among the two people would have such a past.

He felt a little stuck in his heart, and seeing that Han Hua was also depressed, he patted his arm and asked, "What about your friend? It's that Brother Zhou."

Sensing Fu Yunzhang's comfort, Han Hua breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Zhou's story is a bit simpler. His parents divorced, but they treated him well and supported him through college. But both parents have new families. He It's a bit of an eyesore to stay anywhere, so I just left and lived my own life."

Hearing what Han Hua said, Fu Yunzhang was vaguely aware of the other party's intention to bring him here, and sure enough, Han Hua quickly continued: "Yunzhang, from my personal understanding, if you really want to treat them as a role , instead of being a variety show, then, I think whether it is a lunatic or a mute, in the process of performing, you may have to perform their suffering and hope.

"Just like your first episode, because of long-term depression, the mute will explode at the end; if he has been happy all the time, maybe he won't explode. Of course, I'm not saying that Brother Zhou and the old man will kill people, I mean Yes, maybe only by really getting in touch with people like them, who are hovering on the edge of sadness and helplessness, can we better understand the complexity of human nature."

After Han Hua finished speaking, seeing Fu Yunzhang looking at her all the time, she couldn't help feeling a little panicked: "What, what's wrong? What I said was too stupid?"

Fu Yunzhang laughed, and shook his head: "No, I suddenly heard my own thoughts from your words, and I find it quite interesting."

Han Hua's mood finally became a little higher: "It's good to help you. The old man will rest in the evening. After dinner, let's go to see him together!"

As two people who have a good sense of time, when they say they go over after dinner, they mean they go over after dinner.

After the rest, the old man was in a much better mood. He looked at Fu Yunzhang with kind eyes and kind eyes, and when he saw Fu Yunzhang, he called him to come and sit down, completely forgetting about Han Hua and Brother Zhou.

"Young man, what's your name? Do you like drawing?"

From his face, Fu Yunzhang couldn't see the ashen color that Han Hua described during the day, but he also carried the kind aura of an ordinary old man.

He was surprised, but he went over and sat down, and answered patiently: "Mr., my surname is Fu, and my name is Yunzhang. I can draw a little bit, but it's not very good. I usually write more."

Over the years, the old man has met young people who like to draw, but he has never met anyone who likes to write. His eyes lit up immediately: "Writing? Calligraphy? Which school are you?"

Fu Yunzhang thought for a while, and after blurring out the master's inheritance, he said truthfully: "I learn all of them, maybe it's Song style, which is different from the modern calligraphy style."

Brother Zhou watched the two of them discussing calligraphy happily, and he didn't seem to understand it. He felt a little sore in his heart: "Han Hua, your position in the old man's heart may not be guaranteed."

Han Hua waved his hands indifferently: "Anyway, it's fine if you have a higher status than you. By the way, is someone still pestering the old man to sell paintings?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Brother Zhou couldn't care less about being sour, and his face instantly turned down: "That's right! The coal boss before at least knew how to respect people, so let's see if the old man really doesn't sell it, so forget it. But Huang Jin, who was the one who made the connection That guy didn't give up. He met a rich second generation from somewhere. He said that an elder would celebrate his birthday next month and wanted to buy paintings from the old man. The old man had already said that he would not sell them, but Huang Jin still refused. Forgive me, come here every three to five times."

Speaking of this, Brother Zhou was furious.The old man is old. Although he doesn't recognize his relatives when he is painting, he has a good temper when he is not painting. He will not be stingy when young people ask for advice.Whether it was Huang Jin, Brother Zhou or Han Hua, they all asked him for advice.

It's just that some people are thankful after being instructed, while others take it for granted, and even worry about some things.Huang Jin is the latter.

When the old man's friend came, the two of them chatted and talked about the collection. When Huang Jin heard about it, he fell in love with it. He wanted to be a broker, so that he could also charge a lot of brokerage fees, no more than painting. Earn a lot?

Fortunately, he thought that the old man only had one ancient painting in his hand, but he knew there were many, wouldn't it be endless?

When Han Hua thought of Huang Jin's face, she felt a little queasy.

It's just that although Huang Jin is annoying, he doesn't dare to do things like stealing. That's why Han Hua and Brother Zhou frowned when he mentioned him, but they couldn't do anything about him.

"I'll stay here for a few days. If he comes again, call me and I'll see what to do."

The previous few times were Han Huazhi's tricks, Brother Zhou trusted him very much, and nodded immediately: "That's good."

The old man watched the two of them whispering, and looked at himself from time to time, so he knew that they were worried about him, and even worried about Huang Jin's forced purchase of ancient paintings.

He looked at the two juniors, and then at Fu Yunzhang, who was very knowledgeable and had a deep understanding of calligraphy in front of him, and suddenly he had an excellent solution to the problem.

He clung to Fu Yunzhang's ear and whispered, "Little Fu, this is the key. You go to my room, over there, and take out those long boxes hidden in the camphor wood box."

Fu Yunzhang didn't know why, but he nodded and followed his instructions to the room.

Han Hua was thinking about how to deal with Huang Jin, but when she looked up, she saw that Fu Yunzhang had disappeared, and she was a little dazed.After a while, he saw Fu Yunzhang coming out with several brocade boxes, and he was even more confused.

"Old man, what are you trying to do?"

Although Fu Yunzhang didn't know that the old man had a collection of paintings and calligraphy, he could guess what was inside when he saw the preservation method, so he was quite careful when placing it on the table.

Seeing that Han Hua and Brother Zhou were a little anxious, the old man sighed and called them over, "I'm old and my health is not good. You all know that I may sleep tonight and won't be able to wake up tomorrow..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Brother Zhou interrupted him, "I told Han Hua that I would celebrate your [-]th birthday!"

The old man laughed loudly, and motioned Fu Yunzhang to arrange the brocade boxes according to the serial numbers: "Even if I can live to be a hundred years old, it is okay to distribute the inheritance in advance. Xiao Zhou, although you have taken care of me the longest, but you don't know ancient paintings, and even more If you don’t know calligraphy, I’ll leave you my property and one of the ancient paintings, and I’ll give the rest to others, okay?”

Brother Zhou was dumbfounded by his coaxing tone, and his eyes turned red instantly: "I don't want it, and I'm not short of money."

The old man ignored him at all, and pushed the second brocade box towards Han Hua: "Xiao Han, although you haven't found your own style yet, I believe you will sooner or later, this ancient painting is for you. "

Han Hua quickly shook her head: "Old man, although I am very grateful to you for the first half of the sentence and agree with it very much, can we not add the last sentence? Let me be moved longer?"

The old man was instantly amused by him, and wanted to take a picture of him, but it was too far away.

Han Hua saw his intentions and stepped forward, "Go ahead and shoot!"

The old man was not polite either, he reached out and patted his arm: "You are the only one who cares, how can you take care of Xiaofu when you are so spoiled?"

It was rare for Han Hua not to understand what he said, so she glanced at him in confusion.

What?What is the relationship between this matter and this sentence?He has always taken good care of Fu Yunzhang!

Before he could figure it out, the old man looked at Fu Yunzhang again, with nostalgia in his eyes: "Little Fu, you are very much like the gentleman who enlightened me when I was young, and later... forget it, let's not talk about it. These two brocade boxes to you..."

Fu Yunzhang was just standing aside watching the old man explain the distribution of property, feeling sad and moved, he never thought that the matter would be related to himself: "No, old man, did you make a mistake? It seems that I have nothing to do with it! "

The old man looked at the three young people in front of him who refused to accept calligraphy and painting, and thought of Huang Jin who had been keeping him safe because he was worried about the agency fee, and sighed sadly.

Can these people's personalities be neutralized? The difference is so big that it makes him a little tired!

"These two paintings are calligraphy works of masters. Both of them studied painting. Xiao Han is better. Xiao Zhou doesn't know anything about calligraphy. Why should I leave it to him?"

After the old man finished speaking, seeing that they still wanted to refuse, he immediately said shamelessly: "I don't care, anyway, I will give it to you. Next time Huang Jin comes, I will tell him that I will give everything away."

Han Hua selectively ignored the first half of his sentence, and said with bright eyes: "Yes! I can find someone to pretend to be the buyer and buy the painting, so that the things are not in the old man's possession, and Huang Jin won't bother the old man again!"

Brother Zhou also followed suit, this is a good idea!

The old man saw that the two of them had completely neglected their property distribution, and angrily patted the table: "Did you listen to me!"

Fu Yunzhang saw that he was really angry, so he could only comfort him in a soft voice: "Old man, it's not that we don't respect you, but you will give us this priceless thing if you say it to us. We have a guilty conscience."

The old man retorted unconvinced: "Why do you have a guilty conscience? You don't accept it, and you have a guilty conscience when you see an old man who is half buried in the loess and dies with regret!"

Hearing what he said, Fu Yunzhang's heart skipped a beat. Looking back, Brother Zhou's eyes were red again, and he seemed to be angry, so he couldn't help but glance at Han Hua.

Han Hua knew that the two of them would definitely quarrel if they continued to fight, so she could only step forward, patted Fu Yunzhang on the back comfortingly, and said to the old man, "Old man, why are you so obsessed with giving it to us?"

The old man is not someone who can't communicate. Seeing his attitude soften, he also softened: "This is the treasure that has been with me all my life. It was supposed to be passed on to my children, but I have no children. You asked me to give it to you." Who? I just hope that there are people who I like and like these calligraphy and paintings, and take good care of them, can't you?"

When the old man said this, the three of them were stunned.

Brother Zhou looked at his gray hair, couldn't hold back his tears, and said, "All right, all right, just follow what you said. What about the last calligraphy work?"

Seeing that he agreed, the old man immediately put away his sad expression, as if he was not the one who looked sad just now, and pushed the last calligraphy in the direction of Fu Yunzhang: "I have a friend who is a calligrapher. Xiao Fu, put this at your place first, when you are free, help me give this calligraphy to him, and you can also communicate with each other."

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up on crutches, looking as if he had nothing to do, "Oh, I finally sent these five hot potatoes away, happy, so happy!"

After he finished speaking, he went back to the room. The remaining three people looked at the five brocade boxes with big heads.

Especially Fu Yunzhang, he looked at the three brocade boxes in front of him and sighed silently.

He just had a chat with the old man, do you want to give yourself such a big fright?