Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 311 Backer
"What's the matter? He Xiao, who are you arguing with? I heard your scolding when I was next door."

Lou Xiaoe looked at the broken porcelain and paintings on the ground, full of curiosity.

"It's nothing, an old man who sells his old age."

Seeing Lou Xiaoe squatting down to pick up the painting on the ground, He Xiao hurried over and stopped her.

"Mom, don't read it, save yourself the trouble."

As he spoke, he drew on the ground and stepped on it a few more times.

What is it?An unknown little painter dared to yell and drink in his room, he really regarded himself as a character.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and He Xiao felt that the scolding was still light.

It happened that Aunt Qin came in from the outside, and he asked curiously, "The old guy is gone?"

"Well, after leaving the door of our house, a young man helped him away."

"I knew someone was waiting outside. If no one instructed me, this old bastard wouldn't come to me."

He Xiao frowned and spat hard.

After kicking the painting on the ground, he said in disgust, "Aunt Qin, take out these rubbish and use it to boil water at noon."

"Wait!"

Lou Xiaoe frowned and stopped the two of them. The more she listened, the more confused she became.

Going to the table and sitting down, she looked at her son and said, "He Xiao, who is immortal? What happened just now, you verbatim, tell Mommy."

"Hey, the old man is called Li Pingyi, and he seems to be a painter too, but I promise, he is definitely not famous."

He Xiao stepped forward and told Lou Xiao'e what happened just now.

Isn't he just a painter, he is not afraid of these things.

He also asked clearly about the background of the old man, all of them were from the painting and calligraphy world, which was of no use to him.

"I'm sure Xu Wenruo invited him here. Pooh, I thought he was old, and I wanted to respect him. Who knew he was so shameless. I wouldn't give Xu the name of any of those paintings."

"Li Pingyi?"

Lou Xiaoe shook her head. She had never heard of this person, so it seemed that he was indeed unknown.

Thinking of her son's scolding words, she wanted to laugh again, "He Xiao, when did your mouth become so poisonous?"

amount……

"I'm just too angry. You didn't see Li Pingyi's shameless appearance just now, otherwise you would have to scold him."

He Xiao poured some tea, picked it up and took a few sips.

Cursing is cool, but it takes too much saliva.

"What are you going to do about this?"

He Xiao thought for a while, frowned and said, "There is a wrong and a debtor. This old guy is just a pawn. Don't worry about it. You have to find the guy behind him. I'm afraid Li Wenruo won't give up easily."

The batch of paintings in his hand will be worth a lot of money in the future.

Not only money, but with so many famous paintings, many things can be done.

If he were Xu Wenruo, he might not let go easily.

"You're wrong, the old man... The old guy may not be well-known, but he has been around for so many years, so he must have some contacts in the cultural circle."

"Didn't you say that he is still a member of the Painting and Calligraphy Association? Have you considered what he will say about you when he goes back?"

Lou Xiao'e shook her head, she is the one who understands culture best.

He Xiao insulted him so much just now, I am afraid that when he goes back, he will publicize this matter, and if he reprocesses it at that time, his son's reputation in the cultural circle will be ruined.

He Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and then understood.

"Mom, it's okay, what kind of broken association, I don't even look straight in the eye, besides, I'm going back to Xiangjiang right away, if I don't have a good reputation, I won't have it."

He really forgot this level, but it doesn't matter, how do you say that...

Fish look for fish, prawns look for prawns, turtles look for bastards, it's probably not a good thing to be able to mix with that old bastard.

"That can't be done. You are from my Lou family. You can't suffer a loss and swallow it in your stomach."

Lou Xiaoe shook her head, she sat on the chair and thought for a while.

After a long while, she turned her head to Aunt Qin and said, "Wrap these pieces of porcelain with a painting, and wrap them better so that they don't get stuck."

Saying that, Lou Xiaoe looked at her son again, "Come with me later, to meet someone, hmph, you scolded Li Pingyi for dropping our teacup first, let me see who dares to blame you wrong."

He Xiao was very curious, he quickly asked: "Who are you going to see?"

"Li Wenruo's uncle, old man Baishi's apprentice."

Lou Xiao'e glanced at He Xiao, seeing her son hesitated to speak, knowing what his son was worried about, she explained:

"Don't worry, the old man is straightforward and upright, unlike that Li Pingyi."

Seeing her son's disbelief, Lou Xiao'e said some things about the past.

When the capital fell, Xiaotian forced the old gentleman to do things for them, but the gentleman flatly refused, even if he was persecuted, he never spoke up.

A person with this kind of character is not the same as a guy who relies on the old to sell the old.

When He Xiao heard this, he was in awe.

Not daring to doubt anything in his heart, he followed Lou Xiaoe and went.

When she saw the old man, Lou Xiao'e didn't hide anything, she put down her things and told the whole story.

"Nonsense, for some calligraphy and painting, I lost all face of my junior brother."

The old man was very angry when he slapped the table.

Looking up at Lou Xiao'e, he laughed again, "When I first came to the capital, I pulled a rickshaw, and I even pulled your father. In a blink of an eye, you are so old."

"Don't worry, I'll tell Wen Ruo so that he won't bother you anymore."

"Don't dare, dare not."

Lou Xiao'e was a little embarrassed when she heard about it, she had never heard of it.

However, when the old gentleman came to the capital to study painting, and lived by pulling rickshaws at night, he might have really pulled his father.

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He Xiao stood aside, listening quietly.

When he met a person, they were all related to Lou's family. He felt that his circle was really small.

Shaking his head, he lost interest.

After a while, when the two left, they took another painting in their hands.

This painting was given to them by the old man. When they came, they took a painting, and they happened to take another painting when they left.

He Xiao looked down, feeling quite interesting.

"Mom, the old man has already said so, that Xu will not bother me anymore, will he?"

"It's hard to say, but in the future, no one will bother you in the painting and calligraphy world."

Lou Xiaoe shook her head, she remembered something from the past.

At that time, she was still in her prime, but in a blink of an eye she was old, and her son was also grown up. Time flies so fast.

Looking at He Xiao, she thought of Shazhu again.

This unlucky guy doesn't know when he will be able to come out of the labor camp.

Originally, the purpose of bringing his son to the capital this time was to make the two father and son recognize each other, but now, one is not called Dad at all, and the other is sent to a labor reform farm because of beating someone.

"Oh, it's all evil fate. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come."

He Xiao was taken aback, turned his head and asked, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, He Xiao, if you have something to do in the capital, do it as soon as possible, we're going back to Xiangjiang."

Lou Xiaoe muttered to herself, she had endless regrets in her heart.

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(End of this chapter)