Son of Heaven

"There's nothing wrong with it. Right is right and wrong is wrong. There's nothing wrong with liking the truth. It depends on whether you can focus on the idea. You young man, it's very good. No matter what you say today is right or wrong, it doesn't prevent me from treating you My perception has risen to a higher level." Niu Ju's expression gradually softened, from the initial lukewarmness to a little enthusiasm, and the tone of his voice was already full of praise.

"Hehe, thank you Uncle Niu for his blue eyes." Liang Chen said with a slight chin, neither humble nor overbearing. His every move fell into Niu Yucai's eyes. For a while, he felt more and more that this young man was neither impatient nor impatient, nor arrogant. He is very mature and has a city mansion, and there is a gully in his chest. He is really a talent, and his face becomes more and more relaxed.

"Since you know how to write poems on paintings so well, then you come with me and take a look at the few paintings I have hidden. What are the paintings? There should be poems on paintings." Niu Ju actually nodded and smiled at Liang Chen Laughing, beckoning to him.

Before Liang Chen could answer, he had already quickly walked towards the study.

Liang Chen smiled slightly, and followed behind him, while Niu Yucai followed Liang Chen step by step, looking like a small follower.He has completely convinced Liang Chen now, and the reason why he followed him was just to witness a process that made him more convinced. [

The study room is very simple, the walls are covered with walnut wood bookshelves, full of books, and there is nothing special about it.Niu Ju took a high and low stool and stepped on it, and took down a long dark green shaft from the top of the bookshelf on the south side. It was covered with dust, and it looked like it hadn't been touched for some years.

Niu Ju took down the shaft, slapped the dust off it, and suddenly sighed, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Dad, what is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" Niu Yucai curiously walked over to look at the box and asked casually.

"Hehe, this is your sister's relic." Niu Yucai stroked the shaft affectionately, and sighed spontaneously, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"My sister's belongings?" Niu Yucai grinned, and immediately fell silent, with a trace of unspeakable sadness on his face.

"Yeah." Niu Ju nodded and didn't say anything else. He just opened the cover on the shaft tube, pulled out the high-quality rice paper rolled into a tube, and laid it flat on the table. Looking carefully, the painting on it They are all ink and wash landscape paintings, and there are seven or eight pieces in total.

It's just that there are no painting poems on them, they are bare, just paintings one by one.

"Liang Chen, since you know how to inscribe poems on paintings so well, and you also corrected the mistakes in inscribing poems on my daughter's picture of broken orchids, it is enough to prove that you have a predestined relationship with her and her paintings. Even if you are doing me a favor today, you are also doing my daughter a favor. Make up all the paintings she has drawn before and make up these poems. I hope you can live up to my expectations." Niu Ju sighed, unfolded the paintings one by one, raised his head, and looked at Liang Chen expectantly.

"Okay." Liang Chen nodded, and agreed without any excuses.

"Wait a minute, Yucai, take my pen and ink." Niu Ju turned to Niu Yucai and said.

"Okay." Niu Yucai got busy immediately, fetched a fine pine flower inkstone, ground a block of ink, poured some water into it, and ground it for a while, the fragrance of ink began to come, and Niu Yu He repeatedly held a Langhao pen, dipped it in the inkstone a few times, let the Hao needle eat enough ink, and nodded to Liang Chen, indicating that it was time to start.