The old servant limped around and went back to report, and after a while, Yan Liben, who had surprise on his face, ran out of the mansion, and when he saw that it was a young man he didn't know, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"You are?"

"The old man is miserable." Zhen Ming lowered his voice bitterly, pretending to be the voice of Zhen Huyuan, with a smile on his face.

"Zhen, Zhen's life is bitter!"

Yan Liben immediately heard his voice, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide, closed for a long time, with a look of disbelief, and muttered: "The champion of the new science and martial arts, the current general of the secret guard, the famous infatuated prince in Luoyang, the great good man who used all the fiefs to settle refugees? ”

The first time I heard someone else say his identity in such an exaggerated demeanor, Zhen Mingwu had a funny feeling, and suddenly realized that unconsciously, he had so many strange nicknames and titles.

He said a little helplessly: "It seems that I am the Zhen life bitter you said, the Zhen Nursing Home in Laurel Tower is just another identity of mine, for some reason, I didn't show my true face, and I didn't mean to deceive Brother Yan." ”

Yan Liben came back to his senses and said with great joy: "General Zhen, please come in quickly!" ”

……

He took a cup of tea from the old slave's hand and walked around the study.

Yan Liben's study is full of the artist's chaotic personality, scattered drawings and ancient books, and the walls are covered with various exercises, all of which can be seen to be a flash of inspiration that he recorded as quickly as possible, and has already possessed the profound skills of sketching in Western sketches.

On the table in the study, there is an unfinished picture of a beauty, judging from the outline, the figure is graceful and exquisite. convex, but the facial features are still blank.

In one corner of the house, crumpled balls of paper were scattered all over the floor, and it was obvious that the original painter was agitated about his paintings.

Yan Liben walked in from outside the door, holding a few painting scrolls in his hand and placing them on the tea table in front of Zhen Mingku.

"Please also ask Mr. Zhen to give me a lot of advice, these are painted by the younger brother and the younger brother, the younger brother has asked the next person to inform the brother, it is estimated that he is rushing home now, if Mr. Zhen is not in a hurry to leave, please have a light meal in the house, let our two brothers treat well, my brother has always wanted to visit you, and I am afraid of being abrupt, so I look forward to it day and night, I didn't want to open my eyes, Mr. Zhen is coming, but he is not there."

Zhen Mingku was provoked by his exaggerated words, and it was not easy to refuse his enthusiasm, and promised to stay for a meal.

Yan Liben immediately excitedly instructed his subordinates to prepare sumptuous wine and food, and took advantage of the leisure time to ask Zhen Ming all kinds of questions about paintings.

For painting, Zhen Mingku is completely a layman, the so-called master works, but he directly printed them with a super-generation mobile phone, but he really can't bear to sweep Yan Liben's interest, whenever he asks him what he doesn't understand, he always pretends to reply to the previous sentence profoundly, which makes Yan Liben itchy and excited, and always feels that every word he says is philosophical, quite a master's demeanor, and respects him more and more.

Especially when Zhen Mingku asked him if he couldn't find inspiration, the word "inspiration" almost went to Yan Li's heart, and he couldn't help nodding his head again and again, and asked Zhen Mingku again and again how to find inspiration.

"Art comes from life, but it is higher than life, if you want to find creative inspiration, it is definitely not possible to work behind closed doors, you have to have the accumulation of life, whether it is the portrayal of the emotions of the characters or the perception of things, it depends on the personal experience of real people and real things in life, and then process and polish, which is the soul and skeleton of art."

When Zhen Mingku said this sentence, which had already been said in the 21st century, a thunderous shout sounded at the door: "Well said! ”

Zhen Mingku turned his head to look at the door, but saw a middle-aged man with gray hair and beard, describing vicissitudes, unkempt hair, and unkempt clothes, standing at the door, staring at him with excitement in his eyes.

It seems that this is the brother in Yan Liben's mouth, but the two brothers have something in common, they are so eclectic.

Yan Liben stood up and greeted him, "Brother, why are you here so slowly, if you don't come again, I won't be able to keep Mr. Zhen, and you won't be dressed neatly, snubbing Mr. Zhen......"

Yan Lide came back to his senses at this time, said a faux pas, turned around and walked to the door, slapped his feet up, and there was a burst of dust on the board, and after a while, he walked into the house, Zhen Ming looked hard, and it was as if he had changed into a person, although his original gray hair was still stained with some dust, but it had recovered its original color, I thought he was using his brain too much to cause premature aging, but I didn't expect it to be dyed by dust.

"Mr. Zhen, this is my brother, the word Lide, and now he is the craftsman of the Ministry of Industry......"

Yan Lide bowed his hand and said: "Mr. Zhen, I was rude just now, my younger brother is presiding over the carving of the Buddha statue in the Big Buddha Temple, and when I heard the news of Mr. Zhen's visit, I didn't have time to change into clean clothes and rushed here, and I asked Mr. Zhen to forgive me. ”

"Brother Yan doesn't have to be polite." Zhen Ming smiled bitterly, although he had just taken a look, but the two brothers gave him the same feeling, that is, straightforward and undisguised, which is also a common problem of real artistic creation, there is nothing else in his eyes except art, seeking truth and beauty, he can't rub sand in his eyes, and he can't tolerate a little deception.

Although he is not this kind of person, he likes to get along with this kind of person.

The three of them exchanged polite views on each other, and discussed some opinions on the art of life and paintings, in the face of art, Zhen Mingku is a layman, but in terms of vision, he has a two-thousand-year vision is not comparable to these two brothers, from time to time throwing out a cliché of the 21st century, which makes them reminisce, tsk admiration, but makes him feel a little guilty, as if he deceived two friends who treat each other sincerely.

Zhen Mingku learned from the mouths of the two that Zhang's picture of a beautiful woman swing was actually completed by the two brothers day and night, taking turns to change shifts, and they became more and more happy with the two and intended to make friends.

The three of them talked happily, and the next person came to inform that the banquet was ready, Yan Lide got up and went back to the room to wash and change into clean clothes, and went to the table to drink.

……

After three rounds of drinking, Zhen Mingku already roughly knew the temperament and temperament of these two brothers, especially when he knew that these two brothers were not only painters, but also architects of the honorary capital, a thought suddenly came to him, and immediately said:

"Zhen has a request, I don't know if the two of you can agree."

"Mr. Zhen has something to say, as long as our brother can help, he will do his best."

"Don't call me Mr. Zhen, I hit it off with the two of you at first sight, so it's better to call me a brother."

The two of them were overjoyed and said: "Our two brothers have this intention, and they are really afraid of climbing, so they don't dare to take the liberty." ”