Perhaps it was because of the young man's respect that Qin Feng did not choose to deal with this problem.

He followed the young man's gaze towards the tea garden. There were still some raindrops falling from the sky, which turned into white mist on the ground, and the white mist enveloped the tea trees so densely.

This scene is indeed beautiful, but you need to calm down to appreciate it.

The young masters in the pavilion couldn't notice it because they were very impetuous, and because I pretended to be safe in my heart, I didn't realize this beautiful scenery until now.

He thought for a long time, and the young man waited quietly for a long time.

Finally, Qin Feng looked at him with a smile: "I'm sorry to tell you that when it comes to how to make people feel the scenery, words can't compare to photos and paintings. You can see what I see, what the photos show is what the paintings show.

That’s what I saw at the time, which is called empathy.”

When the young man heard this, his eyes were filled with disappointment.

Since Qin Wuxiang said so, then that’s it.

He has had few friends since he was a child, and his favorite thing is reading books. Even though he is just an adult, he has read more books than some people will read in a lifetime.

So he likes words, likes good books, and naturally admires writers who can write books.

For example, Qin Wuxiang.

Although Qin Feng got the answer he was not expecting, he still said thank you very respectfully.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet." Seeing his disappointment, Qin Feng shook his head and chuckled and continued: "The charm of words lies in imagination rather than description."

He pointed to his head, "The richer a person's imagination, the greater the charm of words. Photos and paintings can only let you see fixed things, but words can make you imagine pictures that are far beyond reality!"

"Imagine." The boy muttered this word repeatedly.

Qin Feng turned to look at the tea garden: "If I want to write about rain, I will write how hazy the sky is and how mist rises in the tea garden; if I want to write about tea, I will write how busy the farmers are and how intoxicated the tea drinkers are. Writing is about subtle things.

For me, the beauty brought by the process and creation far exceeds the sense of reward brought by taking random photos... That sense of reward is fleeting, and as long as someone reads my words, I feel like drinking sweet wine just thinking about it."

The hope in the young man's eyes was rekindled. He solemnly thanked you again, and then said: "I now believe that you are Qin Wuxiang."

"Did I look fake before?" Qin Feng laughed dumbly.

"It is rumored that you are a scumbag with talent but no morals. He only talks to women." The young man did not shy away.

"There are true and false rumors, and the false parts will be infinitely magnified." Qin Feng expressed sincere emotion, "But the version you heard is a bit too exaggerated."

The young man still wanted to say something, but Chen Yu had already whispered in Qin Feng's ear.

"The things have been delivered. They are at the gate of the manor. Just take them with you when Teacher Qin leaves."

Qin Feng nodded, stood up and glanced at the young man. He wanted to say something, but then he thought that he was not familiar with him and there were more important things waiting for him, so he said goodbye and left.

Chen Yu didn't go to send it off. The matter had already been given and someone would naturally take care of it.

The young man surnamed Zhou watched Qin Feng's figure go away on the muddy path, then turned to look at Chen Yu: "Qin Wuxiang said he is your best friend."

"Just polite words." Chen Yu shook his head: "Teacher Qin and my father have been friends for many years. How could I dare to overstep my bounds?"

"But you always know each other."

The young man was convinced that as long as the relationship was still here, he would always be able to meet the higher level.

"It's true that seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times." He sighed softly: "There is no false scholar under the famous reputation. Qin Wuxiang is really talented... No one should dislike him, right?"

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On the other side, Qin Feng got the things he asked Chen Yu to prepare and drove to the other suburbs of Gusu City.

From the tea garden to the Wang family's old house, he had to cross the entire city. The moss on the stone steps along the way revealed their simplicity, and the green shade on both sides of the commercial street made him feel that it was no different from the commercial district overlooking the sea.

As we drove on, the crowds became sparse. We followed the navigation system to a village on the edge of Suzhou City. The moment we saw the horses and sentries, the electronic sound on our mobile phone sounded a reminder that the navigation had ended.

What he saw was a quaint but magnificent house, a southern style that had only been seen in TV dramas, but there was no trace of it on the map.

This is a house that is not displayed at all on the navigation.

A shallow river separates the houses in the distance from the village. There are sentries at the head of the stone bridge, and there are many people on duty.

When Qin Feng's car arrived at the bridge, it was stopped. As expected, the man on duty came up, knocked on the window, and saluted.

"Please show me your ID."

"Only ID card."

"Just your ID card."

Qin Feng showed them their ID cards. They looked at each other, nodded, moved away from the horse, said something on the intercom, and let him pass.

After that, no one stopped Qin Feng along the way, which was somewhat beyond Qin Feng's expectations.

Especially when the car slowly pulled up to the entrance of the big house, the door was actually open, which at least meant that there was no room for rejection, which was good news.

Qin Feng got out of the car and carried his things before someone came up to check on him.

I opened the gift bag and looked at the contents, searched myself to make sure there was no murder weapon, and then politely left.

Qin Feng straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked into the Wang family's door for the first time.

The first thing you see when you enter the door is a courtyard that is dozens of steps long and wide. An ancient well in the middle is very eye-catching, followed by the boxwood planted around it.

Those boxwood trees have been carefully taken care of at first glance, and the branches and leaves are trimmed appropriately. It can be seen that the owner has put great care into this courtyard.

But Qin Feng only looked at it for a few times and then withdrew his gaze and looked at the main room with the door open.

An unknown old man was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, looking at him with piercing eyes. He was full of aura, majesty, iron-blooded, and unruffled.

Sitting at the bottom was Wang Renwei, whom he had met before, and on the other side was a middle-aged man whom he did not recognize.

Qin Feng knew who they were without even thinking.

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Qin Feng was not timid, he carried his things across the courtyard, walked into the main room, raised his chest and raised his head, and spoke in a loud voice.

"Hello, Grandpa Wang."

Mr. Wang stared at Qin Feng, and there seemed to be light shining out of his eyes.

Seeing that he was neither humble nor arrogant, Mr. Wang showed no emotion on his face and said: "You are a guest, please take a seat."

He knocked his pipe on the table and put it aside.

Qin Feng was not polite and went straight to the only empty seat in the room and sat down, putting the things in his hands at his feet.

"What do you want to say?" Mr. Wang looked at Qin Feng.

This was the first time the two people talked, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

When the head of the family spoke, others naturally did not dare to say anything. Both the eldest and the second eldest son listened quietly, and the latter even closed his eyes to rest.

Qin Feng thought for a moment, looked Mr. Wang squarely in the eyes and said, "That's already very polite."

Mr. Wang nodded after hearing this. Although his serious expression did not soften, it could be seen that the hostility was no longer so obvious.

It's okay, I can see the good and the bad.

What Qin Feng was saying was that since he set foot in Gusu, the Wang family only took An Ruo home when they got off the plane, and other than that they had not done anything excessive.

The sentries along the way did not create any difficulties. They were even able to enter this door and sit down to talk. At least they showed enough respect.

Originally, Qin Feng's worst plan was to be shut out and not even allowed in.

"I'm not embarrassing you, it's because of your reputation."

Mr. Wang snorted coldly and slapped his palm on the armrest with a loud bang.

"But don't think that just because you are famous, you can do whatever you want. What you talk about when you enter this door is family matters... It is my granddaughter's lifelong event! I should despise you, but I still despise you. When you leave this door, don't pester An Ruo anymore.

, we are in peace."

"If you don't like me, you have to have an excuse." Qin Feng frowned and looked at Mr. Wang: "Besides, I entered this door today and brought Li Lai with me. I won't just turn around and go back after hearing a few words from you.

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"Boy, are you here for taking gunpowder today?" Wang Renwei looked at Qin Feng with an unkind look in his eyes: "It is rude to scold a son and his father. This is the principle in the textbook. It is rude to face my father in front of me. You

Is this how generous everyone in this literary world is?"

Wang Laoer still closed his eyes and said nothing, with a leisurely expression, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Don't rush."

Mr. Wang waved to stop Wang Renwei's scolding, narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Feng, and tapped the armrest of the Grand Master's chair twice with his palm.

"You are very similar to the soldiers I led when I was young. You stabbed each one on the head. You think you are very powerful... but you are a tough guy."

If he was just scared away, Mr. Wang would probably just throw everything out the door.

But if he is willing to hold his neck and ask for clarification, at least he is willing to say a few more words.

"Yes, a contemporary writer who is famous at a young age does have the capital to stand in my room and yell at me. But as I said before, this is a family matter. It doesn't matter whether you are a king or a beggar. My

There will be no difference in attitude.”

Mr. Wang looked at Qin Feng with an indifferent expression: "I don't agree with you being with my granddaughter. I have already said it once."

"I want to know why you don't agree. I've asked you again." Qin Feng's attitude did not retreat at all.
To be continued...