Wan Changsheng suspected that Du Wen had seen his wallet. When he went to buy a platinum bracelet for his mother as he said, he was surprised to find that the money he earned during his entire study period happened to be spent completely, and even the time fee for the sketch lessons that Lao Cao gave him during the last period was gone!

I had to find out my previous bank card before I could buy a pair of platinum earrings for Jia Huanhuan.

But in fact, until Wan Changsheng left the house, the thing he bought the most for Jia Huanhuan was probably the hemp candy at the entrance of the village, so why did it suddenly surge to this level of consumption?

Wan Changsheng also felt that he was being rhythmic outside.

After only three months of leaving, he felt out of place when he returned to Guanyin Temple.

He took the bus to the city, then called a taxi to return to the town. When he got off the bus and bought candy for Huanhuan, Wan Changsheng fell back into the enthusiasm and hustle and bustle of his parents.

Aunt Zhang, who sells candy, attracted Aunt Zhou next door to bring out the rice cake, saying that Wan Changsheng must have missed him very much after not eating it for a long time.

Uncle Qi, who was lying in front of the shop opposite, had already started basking in the sun in the morning to pass the time. He jumped over and took a happy photo and sent it to the group of relatives and friends.

All households feel that they are very idle in their good times, so they can come out to see the immortality of their families!

There were fewer young men, mainly some uncles and aunts, who pulled his clothes without any notice and sighed that they had been in the city for several months and had the taste of the top scholar!

What is the taste of top scholar?

Wan Changsheng used to live in this kind of onlooker, and he could basically treat it calmly, smiled and greeted his relatives, and immersed in the monument.

But now I feel that it is particularly noisy and quickly emphasized: "I still have to take the college entrance examination. This is just a professional painting exam. I also have to prepare for the exam and review. Only when I pass the test can I just get into college. And it's just a very ordinary art academy, not a great thing..."

Relatives don’t think so: “You are the Wenquxing who descended to earth and can calm the examiner in a blink of an eye…”

I also have the old age who is posing with my beard and posing: "Even if I have taken the exam for the scholar, I have to go to the palace examination. It's simple, simple. You just need to throw out your knowledge for them!"

Wan Changsheng wanted to cry, but it was probably just last night that Wan Changsheng had just enjoyed the extremely comfortable literary atmosphere of "talking and laughing, and having great scholars, but not having white men when they were in contact". Now the contrast is too big.

Who gives you the courage to say that you can be unobstructed by a country boy from Guanyin Temple. Just meeting a city girl like Du Wen can make you fool around. You are really living too blindly!

But he couldn't show his face yet, and kept thanking everyone for their enthusiasm: "I have to go see my mother and grandpa first, and then go to the temple and the ancestral halls to worship."

The little trick that wanted to escape was not so easy to succeed. Some relatives surrounded him and wanted to go with him, while others began to enthusiastically arrange a sermon to celebrate!

This flowing table was even set up for three days in one breath, which made Wan Changsheng feel so embarrassed that he just wanted to hide in the monument.

But obviously he could only perform his newly learned portraits on the table every day. From Sun Erniang to grandpa, to several uncles and aunts, they all happily became models and marveled at the same time that this was Western painting!

Grandpa even happily drank two cups for this.

It was not until Jia Huanhuan finished the final exam in the city's middle school and rushed back at noon that he rescued Wan Changsheng from the banquet of his relatives.

Finally, I was able to hide in Guanyin Temple.

The temple is still open, but the incense-heavy chatter is separated from the courtyards.

Wan Changsheng and Jia Huanhuan, who grew up in Guanyin Temple since childhood, must be as familiar as the backyard of their home.

Or it was originally a backyard.

Wan Changsheng pushed the door and stepped into the side hall full of tablets and four statues of ancestors. Jia Huanhuan quickly put the hemp candy paper bag in his hand next to him, wiped his hands hard on the fat blue and white sports school uniform, and then he raised his right foot and stepped across the threshold. Following Wan Changsheng kneeled in front of the tablet and folded his hands together.

The smiley expression of her eyes suddenly became quiet and virtuous since she met, even if she could not hide the joy in the corner of her eyes.

It seems that kneeling here with Brother Changsheng is the happiest thing.

Wan Changsheng explained from the beginning why he had to go out to get into the Academy of Fine Arts. What is the situation now: "After about a week, if the art exam results are available, I will do my best to take the college entrance examination, learn more of the painting skills outside, and then pass on the Guanyin Temple passed down by our ancestors..."

Suddenly, Wan Changsheng stopped here.

Huanhuan, who had already squinted her eyes and simulated worshiping the world countless times, quietly opened her eyes and watched Brother Changsheng playfully.

Wan Changsheng had an idea that he had never thought about before, so he said it: "I want to hold an art training class in the village so that Guanyin Village and the children in the surrounding villages and towns can learn art for free. Those with talent come to take the art academy with me. Those without talent should be treated as a craft. At least whether it is to build stone tablets or draw murals, they can not only support the things in Guanyin Temple, but also do something..."

It’s really these days that Wan Changsheng feels that the villagers in the village are too idle!

The old uncles and aunts are so lazy and idle, and they are already used to this kind of small peasant life, but seeing the children playing all day long, they only know that anyway, the relatives of each family can support themselves and have food to eat, and they also pay pocket money every month. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old child is skillfully playing mahjong. Wan Changsheng feels panicked!

He never considered these things before, because he grew up like this since he was a child, but he still has the responsibility of the temple and has so many skills to learn, and he really likes it.

So I didn't get addicted to it.

I never thought about it when I was in Jiangzhou.

But when I came back and remembered the young people who worked wildly in the intensive cram school I saw, Wan Changsheng suddenly became a little panicked about Guanyin Temple.

As a temple guard, shouldn’t we guide the right direction?

Guanyin Temple cannot support more and more idle villagers in the countryside.

Wan Changsheng instinctively felt that something would happen.

Jia Huanhuan quickly whispered: "The skills are all passed down by our families, not by our women..."

She had long been used to being the young wife of the Wan family.

Wan Changsheng was funny: "We thought it was a peerless martial arts, but in fact, it was a street stall that cost ten yuan a copy when we got it outside!"

Huanhuan quickly kowtowed to his ancestors and explained: "Brother Changsheng is so amazing outside! He will definitely carry forward the skills of our thousands of families. That's what Brother Changsheng thinks!"

Wan Changsheng smiled and bowed deeply: "Then I decided that way."

Then he led Jia Huanhuan and got up and came out.

Huanhuan picked up the candy, picked a small piece from it and fed it to Wan Changsheng, and advised him in a low voice: "Do you still have to say it to grandpa first?"

Wan Changsheng thought: "The old man has some of his thinking that is difficult to change. I have made my own decision. I will call your father to help. New Year's Eve is still in less than twenty days. Now the children of each household are on vacation. I will hurry up and start this training class immediately, so that these children can make fun of cats and dogs and fight and cause trouble! What's the use of playing mahjong well?"

Huanhuan opened her eyes wide and felt that Brother Changsheng was a little different from before.

But what Wan Changsheng didn't expect was that even Jia Huanhuan's father did not support him in training classes: "These little bastards can learn any skills, but the Wan family's unique skills cannot be let go. This is the principle that the ancestors said cannot be changed!"

Wan Changsheng was blocked as soon as he proposed it.

The future temple guard at the age of twenty is rarely tough: "Jaber, Wanjia's craftsmanship is not an amazing thing. In the past, the traffic was blocked and the information was underdeveloped. Maybe our craftsmanship was passed down from generation to generation and had some advantages in a radius of dozens of miles. But now, if you go a little further, you will be the provincial capital, municipality directly under the central government, and even our city, there are art cram schools, so these things are no longer rare!"

The future father-in-law is very stubborn: "Changsheng, our Guanyin Temple has today, and it depends on keeping the rules of our ancestors. You don't understand them all day long. We have seen a lot of things when we run outside. No matter whether this craft is rare or not, we have to offer them. In this way, every household in the Guanyin Temple will not dissipate! If the people's hearts are dissipated, it will be difficult to lead the team. The ancestors have already said this principle!"
Chapter completed!