"Eldest sister, I'm praising you, why are you still using your hands and feet." Wang Baoyu rubbed his aching arm and complained.

"Is there anyone you boast about? And in front of the old-timers. Li Keren said angrily.

"Hehe, what seniors are not seniors, as if I am too old to be the same. Hello Xiao Li! Yang Hongjun sat in the co-pilot's seat, turned around and waved lightly at Li Keren, smiled and said hello.

"This is Yang Hongjun's old-timer, a broad-minded and very remarkable calligrapher." Wang Baoyu introduced Yang Hongjun again.

"Xiao Wang, don't be foolish." Yang Hongjun smiled and reached out and knocked on Wang Baoyu's head.

"Haha! That's great. The landlady gloated, covering her mouth and laughing.

What to laugh at! Wang Baoyu muttered, just turned around and wanted to complain, just when he met Li Keren pouting his ass and leaning his face between the two, Wang Baoyu was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped back, so dangerous, he almost kissed.

Wang Baoyu coughed embarrassedly and asked, "Uncle Yang, where are we going?" ”

Before he finished speaking, Wang Baoyu was smashed on the head by the landlady with a picture scroll, and said: "Didn't I tell you this morning, the Municipal Party School!" ”

Wang Baoyu rubbed his head and said, "That's just your guess!" ”

The landlady said proudly: "Teacher Yang has such a big wrist, of course she won't go to a small place, Teacher Yang, am I right?" Yang Hongjun smiled and nodded, Wang Baoyu also smiled bitterly, I really don't know how to describe this landlady, sometimes extremely smart, sometimes extremely dull, probably too smart, it became a little dull.

The landlady tightly grabbed the front seat, and said to Yang Hongjun from the bottom of her heart: "Teacher Yang, I read your calligraphy, to be honest, if you say that you are second in the country, then no one dares to say first." ”

"Xiao Li has won the award, don't learn from Xiao Wang, always wear a high hat for people, hehe. My level is very average, and I don't have a professional background, but I'm just idle and bored, just writing casually. Yang Hongjun waved his hand straight, looking very modest.

Wang Baoyu drove in the car, the three went straight to Pingchuan City, there were talking and laughing along the way, especially the two artists talked very happily, from the small seal of Li Si in the Qin Dynasty, talked about the literary brilliance of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, and commented on the modern Hongyi Master, Wang Baoyu did not understand this, and could not intervene at all, for the first time for his own talent and shallowness, he felt ashamed of his loneliness.

"Xiao Li, what are you focusing on?" Yang Hongjun had a good impression of the landlady Li Keren, and asked with a smile.

"Draw birds!" Wang Baoyu opened his mouth to come, and the landlady angrily punched him in the back and said: "I mainly paint landscapes, flowers and birds, and occasionally I also paint some fine brushwork." Mr. Yang, take a look at my paintings! The landlady said, took out her work from the paper tube, and unfolded it to Yang Hongjun.

Wang Baoyu said dissatisfiedly: "Sister, there will be time later, the space in the car is so small, don't toss around!" ”

Li Keren didn't stop, stretched out his arm to unfold the painting, approached Yang Hongjun, and asked with a smile: "Teacher Yang, take a look, how about it?" Wang Baoyu had to turn sideways to make more room for her, he couldn't let the old man Yang Hongjun get out of the car and sit in the back.

"I don't know much about painting, but your signature calligraphy, writing is still quite good, quite skilled, probably since you were a child, you have practiced calligraphy!" Yang Hongjun commented with great interest.

"Oh, Mr. Yang, you are really wise, I began to learn to write calligraphy at the age of three, and when I was six years old, I wrote Spring Festival couplets to my neighbors, and since I went to school at the age of seven, the school blackboard board along the way is also my board book!" Li Keren proudly talked about his glorious experience when he was a child.

Wang Baoyu coughed his throat and signaled Li Keren not to brag about these things in front of real people like Yang Hongjun, but Li Keren was so energetic that he couldn't stop at all. I just heard her continue: "I started learning to draw when I was five years old, and I started to sketch with my mother when I was six years old......"

"When I was seven years old, I drew on the mattress every day." Wang Baoyu interjected with a smile.

Li Keren frowned and asked puzzledly: "Child, I paint Chinese paintings, why do I want to paint on the mattress?" ”

"Before I was three years old, I was painting on mattresses, and when I came in the morning, I got wet with a large piece of impressionist painting." Wang Baoyu smiled evilly.

Li Keren finally understood that Wang Baoyu was talking about painting, referring to bedwetting, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Child, it turns out that you buried me, and you are still wetting the bed!" ”

"How do you know?" Wang Baoyu asked curiously.

Li Keren's face turned red, and he didn't continue the topic, turned to Yang Hongjun and asked politely: "Teacher Yang, please give me guidance." ”

"This is writing! It's nothing to say, one is that you need to be calm, and the other is that you need to be consistent in momentum, and the whole article is integrated. Your calligraphy is obviously learned from Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface", but that is Wang Xizhi drank too much to play, when you write, you can't just imitate, he can never write a second piece, let alone someone else. Yang Hongjun talked eloquently.

"Teacher Yang, I understand, you mean that I want to write my own characteristics." The landlady understood what Yang Hongjun meant and said excitedly.

"That's right! As for the paintings, when I get there, there are a few of my old comrades-in-arms who still paint like that, let them appreciate it! Yang Hongjun nodded and said.

"The eldest sister's painting, if there is no rotten bird, it would be much better." Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"Don't say that, it's a good friend of mine." Li Keren hit Wang Baoyu again, and he really looked like a child.

Wang Baoyu roared: "Eldest sister, your hands are very strong, and it hurts me to hit me!" Guarding Uncle Yang, are you okay to restrain yourself? ”

Li Keren said nonchalantly: "Teacher Yang is not a secular person, I felt very kind when I saw Teacher Yang for the first time, Teacher Yang, I also call you uncle, okay?" ”

"Okay."

"Uncle Yang, do you have a daughter?"

"Nope."

"Then aren't you proud to have a daughter like me?"

"Of course."

"Haha, that's what my parents thought too! Uncle Yang, since you have taken the road of art, have you ever thought about becoming famous and starting a family in the future? ”

"Hehe, I can't talk about it."

"I didn't think about it, just let it be. In fact, if people want to be famous, they will not be so pure. ”

……

Li Keren chattered endlessly along the way, and the annoying Wang Baoyu's ears hurt from the roots, and he complained from time to time. Yang Hongjun smiled, in his eyes, these two are still children, but they are very innocent and cute. Wang Baoyu looked at his watch, it was already noon, and the three of them found a small restaurant on the side of the road, but Li Keren didn't do it, saying that the food in the small restaurant was not clean and the taste was poor.