Mr. Kou was not stupid either. He had just told General Qiu the night before that the next day, there were endless customers who came to buy calligraphy and painting, and they almost praised him to the sky. If there was no connection between the two, he could let his cub swallow the snake.

Shining Ping was obviously Men Qing in her heart, so she turned her head and said to Kou Qiu: "...Dad, this deal is not worth it."

My father paid for the calligraphy and paintings we painted. Both the buyers and sellers are all our own family members, so where can we get a little cheaper?

Kou Qiushen agreed and asked about this when he returned to the general's mansion that day.

General Qiu looked extremely innocent, as if he was asking questions and not knowing anything.

"I don't know," he took off his court wardrobe and added, "Those guests have good eyesight and must really appreciate it."

It's extremely high-sounding.

Kou Qiu: "..."

He took a breath, feeling a little amused and crying, so he simply took a step forward and stared at the man's deep eyes.

"Look at me and tell me," he said softly, "Isn't this really what you ordered?"

General Qiu's eyes were firmly staring at him with the icy mo-like eyes. After a while, his throat suddenly rolled up and down, pulled the person over without warning, kissed the dense eyelashes, and then sucked the trembling eyelids.

Kou Qiu was suddenly kissed and looked confused, but the system boy saw through it at a glance. [Dad husband thinks you look at him so cutely.]

Kou Qiu put the hair that was messed up by the man back to its original position, and he felt helpless.

The general did not look into his eyes.

He smiled and sighed, already knowing the other party's answer.

——This is clearly General Qiu’s work.

But what else can I do? Who made this world the considerate attacker? I really couldn't blame this person.

Old Cadre Kou had to wait patiently.

The next day, the academy was still deserted, but at least it sold its first booklet. Everyone in the academy was very happy. They opened two jars of good wine overnight that night, all of which were dug out from the tree at the entrance of Nanfeng Academy. They tightly sealed the jar with yellow mud, knocked down the mud, and then opened the jar and sealed it, and then could smell the clear and long aroma of wine.

Before it could enter the mouth, the fragrance seemed to be intoxicating.

The dragon swallowed the dragon and the boss moved the jar up, wiped the soil on it with a clean cloth, revealing the body of the red mud. He looked at the jar and said, "It was originally said that it was opened again when the body was redeemed..."

But now he no longer has to redeem himself, so naturally he doesn't need to wait for this jar of wine that is far away. Tenglong waved his hand boldly, and the few people immediately stepped forward and poured the clear wine into a fine small bowl.

The hops are surging.

Good wine needs to be tasted. After drinking it, I felt a thousand flavors in my chest. It was sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, as if I had buried all the things he had had over the years.

He happily slammed the rest of the cup, and then he stumbled his tongue and felt the rushing desire rushing straight from the tip of his tongue.

"Good wine!"

Han Ping beside him clinked his cups and made a crisp collision sound.

After sip, he drank all the sadness and separation he had in his first half of his life.

What will happen afterwards?

No one knows what will happen in the future, but now the one who stands here is no longer the young man who is famous in the capital, who is the first to swallow dragon.

Days begin to get on track little by little.

In order to sell calligraphy and paintings better, Kou Qiu and Hanping discussed it and decided to change the content of these landscape paintings on weekdays, which are directly related to the content of the booklets of Tunlong every day, or the scenery depicted in it, or the exciting new characters, gradually became popular. Tunlong has always loved to write about mountain spirits, and the women and men in his writing are like him, exuding indescribable aura, and they pinched the souls of people openly and secretly. When Hanping was painting, his style became ghostly and erratic, and those gorgeous eyebrows and eyes were hung in the museum. Sometimes, even Kou Qiu walked by the side, he was shocked by the fox spirit with his eyes flying above.

Several chores were away from these paintings, saying that they could be sucked in after a glance.

Kou Qiu laughed in silence.

Although there is still not much business, at least four or five people a day. Occasionally, regular customers come to the house and still think that this is the previous small house. When they come up, they ask for a few people to lit the Dragon Swallowing the Dragon. As a result, they are dragged out by strong servants and have a profound ideological education with their physical strength.

Mr. Bai, who had been with Qiu Lie before, has also come again.

Mr. Bai is an old customer here, and his fate with the people of Tunlong has deepened many times. In such a cold day, he still waved a folding fan in his hand, shaking it very romantic and walked straight into this door, "Oh, Boss Liu, are we now opening the door to do business again?"

He stood in front of the door with great interest, gathered his energy and looked at the sign on his head for a while.

This time I was really shocked.

"Nanfeng Academy? Boss Liu, are we really changing it into a calligraphy and painting academy?"

When those playboys told him before, he still thought it was a joke. He had been in this love scene for so many years, but he had never heard of a young house being able to open a college. But now he saw this sign with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but believe it.

Nanfeng Pavilion is a treasure pot. In the flower viewing - the top five places can be occupied by Nanfeng Pavilion, only one Langyue is from Qingfeng Pavilion, and now it has long since disappeared.

It can be said that Nanfeng Pavilion is the one who is the leader. Why don’t you throw away this easy, daily money-making business and do the thankless and hard work of selling calligraphy and painting?

He kept the relaxed road and didn't walk, but he wanted to walk on these rugged and barren paths. Mr. Bai really couldn't figure it out.

He leaned into the seat inside and opened his mouth and said, "Now, a Zhang Fu businessman has come to Jiangnan. What he does are all the business of the most important ones."

He reached out and pointed at it, then said, "The rich businessman now has the title of an imperial businessman. He has a wealthy family and is rich as earth. He is looking for a young man who is handsome and beautiful. I think Han Ping is a bit similar to the eyebrows and eyes in the painting. He is not young this year. Why not consider it and let Zhang Fu Shang come and see each other?"

Han Ping, who was beside him, was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He lowered his head, held a pair of inexplicable expressions in his long eyes, and slowly brought the teacup in his hand to the table, right next to Mr. Bai.

He chuckled softly, "Young Master Bai praised me. Han Pingru is old this year, so he dare not say that he can really serve Mr. Zhang well."

Mr. Bai shook the folding fan again, obviously not satisfied with the answer, "That Mr. Zhang is relaxed and considerate to others, and is only about thirty years old. I think it is just right for you, so what is wrong with you?"

Han Ping smiled and said, "Who is Han Ping? Who is qualified to say that he is not satisfied with such a noble master?"

Kou Qiu frowned when he heard Han Ping's self-deprecating words.

However, he did not immediately say anything.

Han Ping still politely refused and asked Mr. Bai not to mention this matter in front of Mr. Zhang. He was still gentle and peaceful afterwards, and only when he had nothing to do would he show a little distracted look.

A few days later, Mr. Zhang, whom Mr. Bai said, came to the door.

When he stepped into Nanfeng Academy, the academy was sending a guest who still regarded it as a small house. The guest came in without saying a word and asked for help. Seeing that several people came up to dissuade him, he was even more furious and said bluntly that he wanted to find the government to behead all those who dared to hit him.

"But a few young men really think that they can clean it with a few strokes?" He jumped and said, "I am rich! Who dares not come to accompany me, my father--"

He didn't finish his words, because the Dragon Swallowing suddenly released the snake in his gourd.

The guest suddenly turned into a mute, and hesitated and gasped, like a red-crowned rooster strangled his neck, and could only shake the Guanyu on his head weakly.

He looked at the powerful mailman around him, and after a while, he put a few words out of his mouth.

"You...you..."

Han Ping slowly squatted down in front of him.

"This young man," he whispered, "we are doing serious business here. If you are looking for something else to have fun, it's better to change the place as soon as possible."

Seeing the guest's face, he added, "After all, you can see what words are written on this plaque, but you can't see the dragon-swalking snake."

"But I've seen you on the flower viewing-Treasure Archive," the guest shouted, "You are clearly a young man! You are a cheap man-"

The smile on Han Ping's face gradually disappeared.

"We who have been a lowly family have no more lives than you," he looked straight into the guest's eyes, shaking in his eyes, unable to tell whether it was sad or something next to him, "I'm afraid the young master doesn't understand the word helplessness in this life."

"But it's okay, and you will naturally understand it later."

He slowly stood up straight, just as he was about to throw the guest who was stunned to hear out of the door, but he heard another voice suddenly coming from behind, "I understand."

Han Ping's back suddenly became stiff.

"I understand."

Boss Zhang, who first stepped into this place, repeated the words just now, and looked straight at the person in front of him, looking at his thin back, "I understand, second master - so, are you going back with me?"

There was no turning back with the bottle.

He just said, "You recognized the wrong person."

The voice was hoarse.

Mr. Zhang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "After so many years, I naturally cannot recognize your appearance; but that painting will not change, and the strokes are also familiar to me. I have learned paintings with you for so long, how could I not know what you were like?"

Han Ping was still standing stubbornly, and even refused to turn his body to look at the man. He just pinched his palms a little bit and said this again.

“…You recognized the wrong person.”

Boss Zhang sighed in a hoarse voice, but did not force him, but said, "I will come tomorrow."

He left.

Han Ping fell to the chair, and there was a blank space on his face for a moment. The second master was like a thread, pulling his heart all at once, trying to pull him back to twenty years ago.

But he shook his mind and pulled back his anxiety.

Can't think about it.

The child who was taught to paint in his father's arms at that time is now a heartless guest who has been rolling around in this dust.

How could he have the face to recognize these old friends from the past?

Kou Qiu was not in the academy, Tunlong came up, looked at Han Ping with curiosity, and then looked at the back of Boss Zhang as he left.

"Including bottle?"

Han Ping did not answer, pursed her lips tightly, and closed her eyes hard.

“…Including bottles?”
To be continued...