Chapter 115: Wonderful pen

Lin Bao did not answer, but just sneered, showing that you were considering it yourself.

He stood up and followed Kang Jiuxiang's buttocks, who had washed the vegetables, and both entered the kitchen. One started to burn the fire and the other started to cook. He used the earth stove and the one used the kind of firewood.

Lin Zixian was left alone watching the afterglow of the sunset, a little depressed.

The dinner was very rich, with the richness of big fish and meat, and the countryside characteristics. Kang Jiuxiang's home-cooked cooking skills were quite acceptable, and she was also very enthusiastic about Lin Zixian. She kept picking up food in his bowl and asked him to eat more, which had a bit of the hostess' taste.

Lin Zixian flattered her, but she always looked at Lin Bao's reaction with a strange look. The old guy was very content.

Of course, there is another reason for Kang Jiuxiang's enthusiasm, because she heard that Lin Zixian was in the East China Sea, and her daughter happened to be studying in the East China Sea. Lin Bao also spoke, "You kid will go and see if there is any place to help."

Lin Zixian responded with a silly smile at Kang Jiuxiang, so Kang Jiuxiang enthusiastically added a piece of chicken leg to his bowl.

After dinner, the three of them chatted while watching TV. Lin Bao basically didn't speak. Kang Jiuxiang kept asking questions, asking about the situation in Donghai. It was obvious that she was very concerned about her daughter's living environment. Lin Zixian's muscles on her face were almost laughing and she was answering seriously.

After chatting until midnight, Kang Jiuxiang was still unhappy, so in the end, Lin Bao made the decision and dragged her into the room. Lin Zixian breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly hid back to the house to sleep.

Unexpectedly, not long after, there was a fierce battle in the next room. The mountains were quiet, and the sound insulation of the house was not good, so I could hear the movements at night. Lin Zixian was speechless, thinking that the old guy was too shameless, and he didn't know how to restrain himself when a customer came.

After an hour or two, the unbearable sound stopped and Lin Zixian was finally able to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, Lin Zixian got up and was stunned when he came outside the house.

Kang Jiuxiang stood with a rosy face and stood motionless while standing. She looked very good, and probably had something to do with Lin Baoxuan.

Lin Bao stood in front of a wooden table, carrying a brush and splashing ink. Lin Zixian came over and took a look, and couldn't help but be fascinated.

I saw Lin Bao's pen running like a dragon and a snake, the tip of the pen bounced lightly and fluently, and there was almost no pause. A picture of a lady was natural in the blink of an eye. Kang Jiuxiang in the painting was like a goddess in Wushan, almost leaping out. Especially the artistic conception given by Lin Bao to the painting, which painted a fairy dressed Kang Jiuxiang into a fairy, and even gave the old trees behind Kang Jiuxiang and the mountains in the distance to dream. His painting skills were so superb, and he was a wonderful painting pen.

After finishing the painting, I quickly picked up the pen in the lower corner to write the year, month and day of the painting in the way of the lunar calendar, but did not leave my name.

After putting the pen down, Lin Bao picked up the painting and blew the ink marks, and smiled and said, "I've finished painting, come and see how it's done."

Kang Jiuxiang put down her posture and found that Lin Zixian was also watching. Suddenly, she flew her cheeks and felt a little embarrassed. However, after walking over to see the painting in Lin Bao's hand, a strange color bloomed in her eyes, and she seemed a little unbelievable that she was painting herself.

He looked at Lin Bao affectionately, with a bit of watery and clingy smell. He touched his cheek and asked weakly: "Is it me who painted it? How could I be so beautiful?"

"Of course it was you. You were painting it at you. You are much better than the ones in the painting." Lin Bao said seriously. He handed the painting to her, then picked up a piece of paper and asked, "Chu Yun's address is reported."

Kang Jiuxiang quickly reported his daughter Chu Yun’s school address and class. Lin Bao’s pen tip jumped and wrote it in one go. He put the pen, picked up the ink marks, took the painting in Kang Jiuxiang and handed it over to Lin Zixian and said, “After seeing Aunt Kang’s daughter, I will give this painting to her and treat it as her ** photo.”

"How about leaving the painting, I'd better go to the town to take a photo." Kang Jiuxiang looked at the painting and said reluctantly.

To be honest, she was completely conquered by this painting. She really wanted to keep this painting and take it out from time to time to see what she looked like in her dreams. Lin Bao's painting gave her a feeling that was more beautiful than a dream, and she couldn't bear to leave it alone.

"Okay, that girl hasn't been back for two years. I'll give her a painting, which is even more memorable." Lin Bao looked at her and said with a joke: "Isn't it just a painting, everyone who paints is by your side. As long as you serve it at night, let alone one, ten or a hundred are just a matter of random things."

"Go and don't show any signs." Kang Jiuxiang said coquettishly, but she stopped talking about taking photos and smiled at Lin Zixian: "Xiaolin, please trouble you."

"It's okay, it's a matter of the way." Lin Zixian took Hua and said with a smile.

"Your uncle said you have something to talk to you, so I won't disturb you. I'll go to the town to greet the business in the store. There is breakfast in the kitchen pot, and your uncle will have lunch for you, and dinner will be done when I come back." Kang Jiuxiang gave a brief explanation and went down the mountain.

After watching her drive away from the yard at the foot of the mountain, Lin Zixian unfolded the ink painting in his hand again, shook his head with a sound, "Old man, you are too cruel. Using this method to pick up girls is simply a killer weapon. No wonder you have been attracted by this number one beauty in Kangzhen."

"Pick up girls?" Lin Bao was stunned for a moment. After reacting, he said oh, "That's right, not the most beautiful girl in Kangzhen. I haven't picked up girls yet, and I don't see who your master is. Who can do it when spending money to pick up girls? Anyone can do it if you give money to anyone. But that's not called picking up girls, that's called playing girls. Only those who are really good at picking up girls like your master are really called picking up girls."

"I'm not ashamed." Lin Zixian looked at the things on his hand and said, "But this painting seems to be pretty good. I really can't tell you, you can still do this."

"Put your food away and go to the kitchen to find it yourself." Lin Bao said as he packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and moved the table back into the house.

Lin Zixian shook the ink in the wind, rolled it back into the room and put it in his bag.

After washing up, I went to the kitchen to uncover the lid of the stove. There were boiled white rice porridge in the pot, and boiled eggs, salted duck eggs, and some side dishes. I found the bowls and chopsticks and put them in casually. As soon as I shook the bowl outside, I heard a erhu sound as if it was a heroic sound.

Looking in the sound, Lin Bao didn't know when he ran to the branch of an ancient tree, sat cross-legged, looking at the vast mountains in the distance, and erhu was placed on his legs and played passionately, the momentum was very different from the usual sperm.

Lin Zixian held the porridge and squatted under the tree and started drinking slowly.

The sound of the Erhu on the tree is getting more and more intense, and the heroic spirit and desolation are gradually entangled and echoing. A mountain wind blows, and Lin Bao's vicissitudes of life echoes with the sound of the Erhu: "The clouds gather and disperse, the beacon smoke falls, looking at the vast ocean of the ages, who do you say is chivalrous, who is chivalrous children? Feelings are always in love and hate, and iron bones and steel swords are dancing righteousness. There is a way of blood that rewards his confidant, and he sacrifices the thousand cups of wine to heaven. The right and wrong of the world will be rewarded. The ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and

Lin Zixian, who was squatting under the tree, was stunned and slowly looked up at the old guy sitting cross-legged on the tree and playing the erhu, as if he was a little confused. He had never seen him sing so passionately, with a look of vicissitudes and a glimmer of gleam in his eyes.

Lin Zixian vaguely felt that the old man called him this time and might have to say something extraordinary, because at this time the old man, the passion hidden in his heart was expressed in the song, and the song was united in his heart...

"Yin and Yang, the universe, good and evil, wind and rain, look at the world of generations, who is writing heroes and heroes in the century. The world is traversing life and death, and is full of tenderness and affection. It is the way to keep promises and values ​​friendship, and the fame is the slightest and he is less profitable. You and I hold hands to look at the world of tears, and we can walk thousands of miles away from the world, leaving only the loyalty and chivalrous spirit, and he is moved by the heavens and earth..."

After Lin Zixian finished drinking the porridge silently, he ran to the mountain stream and washed the dishes and returned. Lin Bao was still singing on his own again and again. I wonder where so much sentimentality came from today to vent.

It was not until the rising sun burst into thousands of golden lights shining across the vast earth that the sound of the erhu stopped in the secluded throat. Lin Bao, on the tree branch, turned over and fell to the ground, carrying the erhu back into the house.

When I came out again, my steps were light, like stepping on the clouds. I held three incense sticks in my hand and a bottle of white wine.

When he walked to the tree, Baijiu handed it to Lin Zixian. Lin Zixian directly took off the bottle cap that had not been opened, stood silently beside Lin Bao, and stood solemnly.

Three incense sticks were tugging in Lin Bao's hands. Lin Bao pinched the three incense heads with his thumb and index finger and twisted them. He immediately saw the incense smoke lingering. The three incense heads were lit by him empty-handedly. The flames on the incense head were dark and dark.

Then he waved his hand casually, and three "aggressive" sounds, and three incense sticks were neatly inserted into the ground under the big tree. He stretched his hand to the side, and Lin Zixian gave him the wine bottle with both hands.

Lin Bao raised his head and took a sip, and then handed it to Lin Zixian. Lin Zixian took a sip of white wine like him. The bottle returned to Lin Bao's hand, and the clean white wine poured out of the bottle. Lin Bao took the bottle and sprinkled it around three incense sticks, and the empty bottle was thrown into the distance by him.

For a moment, the fragrance of wine was everywhere on the flat ground halfway up the mountain.

The two masters and apprentices stood on the edge of the mountain one after another. Lin Bao stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "I heard from Qiao Antian that the Four Seas Gang and the Qinglong Gang are going to attack Minghua Group?"

"Uh... Qiao Antian told you about this?" Lin Zixian was stunned and said with a suspicion: "Did you just ask me to come here for this?"

Lin Bao did not say anything clearly, but just snorted coldly, looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, and said proudly: "There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are the kings. They are very brave and dare to touch my head. If it weren't for their inheritance of the Qing Gang, I would have come out of the mountain to wipe them out."

Chapter 115: Wonderful pen

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