Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 825
According to Du Yan, the foggy mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

If you come to the taste at will. , the style is acceptable.

If you stay for a long time, there is nothing

Therefore, Du Yan didn't come here often.

"Your formation, back and forth is just these two types."

"I came in once, so naturally I came in a second time, what's so strange."

Du Yan replied to him very disdainfully.

People who study painting all have a special talent for memory. Du Yan is a master of painting, so he is naturally better than others.

"My apprentice sent me a letter saying that Su Yu might not last long. I heard that he had already left before I arrived in Southern Wu."

"I happen to be not far from here, so I thought I'd stop by to see you, so it's not a waste of time."

"By the way?"

Zhuang Xinyang moved the teapot from Du Yan's hand to his own, as if he was not willing to let Du Yan drink.

"You don't have to stop by to see me, but you can go to Fengdu to see your good disciple, my good grandson-in-law."

Zhuang Xinyang replied very disdainfully.

"Granddaughter-in-law?"

Du Yan raised his eyebrows from behind the teacup, and while he took a sip of tea, he glanced at Cangyu.

It wasn't until the teacup was put down that Du Yan leaned back on the chair and said with a smile, "Since you have in-laws, you can call me Shigong from now on."

He recognized Cangyu generously, and then, propping his elbows on the table, he tilted his head and looked at Zhuang Xinyang.

"I heard that you were the one who treated Su Yu before. If so, you must have seen my grandson."

"This granddaughter-in-law, are you satisfied?"

Zhuang Xinyang glanced at him, and said "Oh", "It's much more reliable than her master."

After Du Yan heard this, instead of being angry, he became complacent.

"Let me just say, my apprentice is very good, and my disciple and grandson can only be better than blue."

After Du Yan stroked his beard and finished speaking, Lian suddenly froze.

He looked at Zhuang Xinyang, then at Cangyu, and then asked in bewilderment, "Wait, is my grandson a girl, not a boy?"

Now, it was Zhuang Xinyang who was proud of himself. He stood up and glanced at Du Yan with lowered eyes.

"Isn't she just a girl? Your apprentice is so amazing that he has kept her master from her for so many years."

"It's really nonsense." Du Yan said with a smile.

Cangyu had known Du Yan for so many years, and now she finally figured out that the apprentice he was talking about was actually Su Wuchen.

And that grandson is naturally Yun Zhuohua.

No wonder there was a sense of familiarity when I saw Yun Zhuohua's paintings before.

It turned out that Yun Zhuohua inherited Du Yan's style.

I'm afraid even Yun Zhuohua doesn't know about this matter.

Cang Yu is like a child who has discovered a secret secretly, hiding by herself and secretly enjoying herself.

Next time you see Yun Zhuohua, you must tell her about this matter.

The combined age of Zhuang Xinyang and Du Yan is over a hundred.

But they are still like children, each occupying one side of the table, talking about their past, talking about the passed away Su Yu, talking about them juniors.

While talking, the food and drink had already been placed in front of the two of them.

Each person has a glass of wine, and on the other side of the table where no one is sitting, there is a glass full of wine.

Du Yan picked up his wine glass and touched it. His eyes gradually moved up until he saw the night sky full of stars.

After a long time, he said desolately, "I didn't expect that this farewell is actually the disappearance of life and death."

(End of this chapter)