I came gently, killed a person and then walked away, waving my hand without taking away a trace of cloud.
Staring at the bright moon hanging in the sky outside the window, He Lan Xiaoxin''s mind suddenly floated this sentence.
Then she laughed at herself and murmured, "silly lack."
"Who is to blame for being stupid?"
Someone asked lightly outside the window, with obvious displeasure.
"Well, second uncle, can you show up like normal people? One by one, people will be scared of heart disease by you sooner or later
He Lan Xiaoxin sighed and looked up at Hu Mie Tang, who was sitting on the window sill. He said leisurely, "of course I am scolding myself."
Hu Mie Tang''s sitting posture is almost the same as that of Yang Xiao at that time.
It''s just that they face different directions.
Yang Xiao can see the moon when he looks up at a 45 degree angle.
When Lao Hu raised his head, he simply looked up, or just wanted to show his noble demeanor.
However, it is obvious that Yang Xiao''s face will float with a layer of sacred glory when he looks up at the moon.
Lao Hu''s back is to the moon, the whole face is hidden in the shadow, looks a little strange.
In Helan Xiaoxin''s opinion, the two men, one old and one young, are the best-looking men in the world.
Just Yang Xiao will give people a kind of amazing, but Lao Hu will only make people feel his mind dirty.
Slap a, light a cigarette, old Hu just slightly side looking at Helan Xiaoxin: "why scold yourself?"
"Just now I thought of a very pretentious remark, so I felt that I was stupid."
He Lan Xiaoxin told the truth and laughed at himself again: "ha ha, second uncle, do you know the man just now?"
"Which one?"
Hu Mie Tang''s eyelids lifted and swept from the corpse lying on the ground: "do you mean the person who killed her? Well, I know her
"Knowing is knowing. Why should we say it is?"
"Don''t talk nonsense. Pack up and let''s go."
When Hu Mie Tang and Pu Saman talk, he still pays great attention to maintain his due gentleman demeanor. But why is he not polite when talking to his own person, Xinjie?
If Helan Xiaoxin knew about this problem, she would definitely think about why.
She has lived here for more than ten days, but she has nothing to clean up.
All the daily necessities, clothes, shoes and socks, and even two bags of auntie''s scarves, were prepared for her by Lao Hu.
When she leaves, she just needs to change her clothes.
As she went down the stairs, she ran back.
Lao Hu, who stood in front of the wooden building with his hands on his back and made a rhinoceros looking at the moon, frowned slightly when he heard her clanging back.
After he LAN Xiaoxin came out, he just stepped forward and asked without looking back: "what are you going back to do again?"
"Got something."
He Lan Xiaoxin said, lifting his hand in front of his eyes.
The thing immediately clattered.
It''s a piece of paper.
Hu Mie Tang looked back and laughed.
No matter how tall a man is, he will like to be flattered and adored.
In particular, those who do these things are still from the wealthy Helan Xiaoxin.
I don''t know when he began to practice calligraphy with his brush.
This is a persistent person, once interested in something, he will devote himself to it.
If not, he would not have become the best player in the world - although talent is important.
After Lao Hu fell in love with practicing calligraphy, so did he.
Usually, as long as he is free, in addition to eating and sleeping one day, he will basically stand at the table practicing calligraphy, and even arena''s normal women''s needs are ignored.
After a few years of practice, he went to Qin''s house for three years.
In less than half a minute, it was said that the inkstone used by Wang Xizhi, and the Langhao produced by the descendants of Yan Zhenqing, wrote four big characters: "high mountains and flowing water" on Luoyang paper praised by Xue Tao
Then, just like the little Jingba who expects the master to feed a bone, he looks at Lao Qin pitifully.
I hope Lao Qin can fall for his words.
It is said that Lao Qin used his unique bass to say: "this word is more than twice as strong as a dung beetle climbing."
At that time, it was not arena and others pulling. It was estimated that Lao Hu and Hu had to fight a real fire.
The cruel attack from Lao Qin didn''t make old Hu lose heart.He firmly believed that Lao Qin was blind.
Either he was jealous of him and could write a word comparable to that of Wang Youjun, which made Lao Qin extremely incompetent. That''s why he deliberately spoke without conscience.
After being frustrated, Lao Hu became more and more fond of practicing calligraphy.
Almost to the point of obsession, can not eat, sleep, do not drink water, and even can not have women.
Lao Hu tried so hard, only to one day, he could beat his words at a certain auction and smash it on Lao Qin''s face and tear it up.
He knew that Lao Qin only loved money except for beautiful women.
Some people even saw Lao Qin point to his charming wives when he was drunk and crazy, and said that he now sells beautiful young women at a loss, each of which only costs 20000 yuan. If anyone buys them all at once, he can get a 15% discount. -
only when a person is poor, or how much he loves money, can he say such heartless words Come on?
Lao Hu is too lazy to take care of it.
Anyway, he just needs to know that Lao Qin loves money.
In front of Lao Qin, to tear up the words worth tens of thousands of yuan is definitely better than killing him, but also let Lao Hu hate.
Just for this great goal, Lao Hu practiced calligraphy unremittingly every day when he was "accompanying" Helan Xiaoxin.
Every time before practicing calligraphy, Lao Hu has to bathe and change clothes, clean hands and burn incense. Standing in front of his desk and closing his eyes for a long time, he will only have one pair of eyes. With his right hand, which may be more suitable for killing people, he grabs a brush and writes away the dragon and snake in one go.
He has written thousands of works these days.
"This work is elegant with the atmosphere of non cannibalism."
This is Lao Hu''s favorite piece of work. When she showed it to little Yu Jie, she deliberately concealed the author''s name. She only hoped that she would speak her heart after carefully reading the work.
Of course, Lao Hu was overjoyed.
In an instant, she felt that he LAN Xiaoxin was ten thousand times as cute as Lao Hu. Before waiting for a pretentious reserved cough, she named him the author of this pair of characters. She said again: "frankly speaking, the person who wrote this pair of characters must be a hundred percent stupid. I don''t know what calligraphy is. It is estimated that when he wrote this pair of words, his brain was full of dung. Only in this way, the words he wrote were not written by people. It''s just a, cough, second uncle. Do you have an iron in your house? My dress is a little wrinkled and needs ironing
He Lan Xiaoxin, born in a famous family, has received the most traditional aristocratic education since childhood. He can be said to have all kinds of skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
As early as she was in junior high school, she copied the preface to Lanting collection, which won the grand prize in the National Youth Calligraphy Competition.
If she had not been determined to help Helan Fusu, she would have been a heavyweight figure in the calligraphy association by now if she had to concentrate on writing instead of focusing on machine mounting.
Therefore, when she evaluates a person''s calligraphy works, the comments given by her are absolutely to the point, even if they are not authoritative.
However, she did not expect that the calligraphy works which she scolded were not as good as bloody ones, which were the crystallization of Hu Mie Tang Dynasty for several years.
It was not until she found out that Lao Hu''s eyes were full of light and lustrous, as if she wanted to choose a tiger to eat, that she immediately realized that she had scolded the wrong person ---
then she immediately found an excuse to wipe oil on the soles of her feet and run away before Lao Hu became angry.
It is also since then, Lao Hu no longer let Helan Xiaoxin give him comments.
I think that she and Lao Qin are all blind people. If you show her, you will only be hit by jealousy.
Lao Hu is not a slut. When he is ill, he will find someone to abuse him.
But there is no doubt that after being criticized by Helan Xiaoxin, Laohu vaguely understands that he may not be a calligrapher.
As for the hobby of practicing Chinese characters, it has also fallen by leaps and bounds.
However, in my spare time, I will still stand in front of my desk, humming unknown ditty, and write a few strokes.
Before writing, of course, I won''t bathe and change clothes and burn incense.
Even if you don''t wash your hands just after squatting on the toilet, you will catch a wolf''s hair and dip it in ink.
After writing, he held up his hands again and praised a few good words. Good words --- put the pair of good words aside.
When it rained at noon the day before yesterday, there were some gaps in the window. Lao Hu also took his calligraphy and mounted it on it.
Not to mention, each unit price more than 30 yuan, a piece of good Xuan paper, waterproof capacity is very good.
However, some rice paper with good waterproof performance is nothing to Lao Hu, who is worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
So when Lao Hu decided to withdraw from the great wall of Jiankou overnight and return to the city, he ignored the works.
But did not expect Helan Xiaoxin is about to go downstairs, but ran back to take a pair.
Laohu was a little angry, and snorted coldly: "hum, this is to take it back to the city, or even put it on the calligraphy exhibition, so that those ordinary people with no eyes will criticize me all?"
After vaguely feeling that his works may indeed be difficult to reach the stage of elegance, Lao Hu certainly does not want to show off again and make more people laugh at him.Especially when I think of each piece of work, he still leaves his seal, the stage name nostalgic master.
It''s estimated that only by this stage name, people will have to scold half to death.
"Second uncle, what do you say?"
He Lan Xiaoxin looked serious, holding calligraphy and painting in his left hand and placing his right hand on his chest: "please believe that I am speaking with my conscience. The works you wrote before are really rubbish. You are an elder, uncle. At the very least, you should have the demeanor of listening to the younger generation finish speaking. "
"You, tell me. Go on. "
This sentence, is the face of iron green old Hu, squeeze out in the teeth.
After confirming that Lao Hu would not go crazy, He Lan Xiaoxin boldly continued: "but this work has already shown the unique style of the masters of calligraphy in the world. Second uncle, congratulations on opening the door of art with your perseverance. "
"What? ha-ha. Helan Xiaoxin, do you think there is something wrong with my uncle here? "
Hu Mie Tang said, raising his hand and nodding his head: "so, you are clever enough to deceive me, only to please me and protect you."
With a puff, Helan Xiaoxin suddenly knelt down on the ground.
Frightened Lao Hu, he quickly retreated. As soon as she was about to say something, she raised her right hand and swore to the moon: "if I was deliberately deceiving the second uncle, I would let my whole body fester to death."
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