After a long time after writing, Xiao Lang said to Chang: "Xiao Chang, the four teachers of our American Academy added four other, and they were loved, called eight. Eight. Eight bad old men were similar in age and had similar odors. Jinmen, uncomfortable painting paintings, but most of them are two, three, four people, and five people are very common. Five people are unique. I hope you cherish. ""

The first leader of the idle leadership: "Xiao Lao is assured, whether it is this joint painting, or the three independence, the faithfulness and prestige, I really like it, it must be Zhen Erbao."

Xiao Lang smiled and shook his head and said, "Don't get wrong, I think so, calligraphy and painting is art, but it is undeniable that it is a commodity. This is not the difference between society. To have income, we must use my own work to change the Fang Fang Fang, whether ancient, modern or Chinese and foreign, this is the case.

"So I never dedicated to use my work for money." "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "

Xiao Lang looked up and looked far away: "I remember those years before and after the War of Resistance Against Japan, my painting was unsuccessful, but how difficult her livelihood was. The life of the family. ""

Sun Qifeng led his head slightly, and he was the same. He was the same.

"However, after all, art is art, and it should be artistic or artistic. It cannot be said that the art of being a product can not be treated seriously. The behavior is responsible. "

"I remember about five or six years ago. A auction house owner in Beijing found Xiao Long and wanted to push my paintings by promoting speculation. I rejected it. What to stir -fry? Painting is not pork, the meat can be fry, how can the painting fried? "

Chang looked at Xiao Lang's old face and poked at the iron said, "I know what you mean, although the kid is not talented, but I am a disciple of the south division. Sir is ashamed! "

"Brother Jin Yu, your student is good!"

Chang Xian said fiercely, and the three old men looked at each other and laughed.

"When it comes to falsifying, I still remember that one day, an acquaintance who runs a gallery holds a hand scroll entitled" Hundred Chicken Pictures "to make me identify. And lack of common sense. "

"Art comes from life. Is there a lot of chickens in real life or so many hens? Of course, there are more hens. Hen can produce eggs and improve benefits. What else can cocks do not stay together? It's pure! ""

Sun Qifeng laughed bitterly: "This is also the four -body of the art world, and the grains are not distinguished!"

At this time, the housekeeping came over to say hello, Xiao Lang patted his thigh: "Put Mr. Pu's calligraphy and painting after the finale, let's eat first!"

The old man laughed at Nan Jinyu, "I was rushed by you, and the old grandson brought his hometown to the specialties today to match ..."

"Older, where should we eat? Go to the house or put the table directly in the yard?"

Xiao Long walked to the kitchen and asked the old man with an idea.

Sun Qifeng said, "I said Xiao Long, but you have grown up now, talking to the old man, and hidden half of it!"

The entertainment guests eat, of course, in the restaurant or living room. This is common sense. Since Xiao Long does not ask according to common sense, it must be that he wants to arrange in the courtyard.

It is just that Sun Qifeng is a guest. He shouldn't talk about the door, but Sun Qifeng and Xiao Lang have been good for half a century. I really look at Xiao Long. Geldling the slap, the juniors can only stand next to each other.

"Xiaolong, no matter how the wind is scraped, this is Pingxiang Pavilion!"

Xiao Lang patted his son and laughed: "A few of our older brothers, so don't pay attention, the picture is lively!"

Xiao Long laughed and said, "Then in the yard, put the table under the big ginkgo tree, where it is cool and spacious ..."

Nan Shi looked at it and laughed: "That place is good. When we were young, we were holding a bowl of rice, and he could go out of the five miles and came back with a bowl.

During the talk, housekeeping and Xiao Long were busy, and soon the arrangement was properly arranged.

The table placed in the yard is a small eight immortal table, a small square table of 80 cm, about fifty or sixty centimeters high, and the chair is also a small bamboo chair with a high noodle of 2030.

The dish is a total of eight roads, and it is not too particular about it. There is no four cold and four hot hot dishes. The five hot dishes are made of three cold dishes. The cold dishes are salted peanuts, and the tomatoes and preserved egg tofu are.

Considering the stomach of the elderly, hot vegetables have burned a yellow flower fish, a salted shrimp, a sweet and sour spine or something.

"Furniture, there is no dish, the two old guys will not say, Xiao Chang, you will just take it!"

Here the dishes were put on the table, and Xiao Lang said in Chinese polite.

Frequently leisurely waves and laughed.

Nangshi laughed and smiled: "When he heard you say this, I remembered that once a Japanese scholar went to Nankai to communicate, he saw a table of dishes, not at the 20 plates. Busy, but in his mouth, there is no dish, which makes him skeptical. Is it not math who is doing Oracle ... "

Sun Qifeng said weirdly: "Lao Xiao, you are not true. If you have no food in Lao Nan, I have no food here?"

He pointed next to him, a big rooster walked from the side with a group of yellow hair chickens, and looked at these monsters walking upright, screaming twice from time to time, domineering side leakage.

Sun Qifeng said: "Isn't this the dish? If you can't bear it, you can't bear it!"

Xiao Lang waved his hand again and again: "This is not reluctant. You don't know the fighting power of this guy.

He shrank his head, and said, "They have sharp teeth and claws, high throat and lip cavity.

Hahaha!

The courtyard laughed.

The mouth of the literati is duck, and the flesh is stewed, and the mouth is still hard.

"Come, start, I'm not polite!"

"Slowly start, leave me a piece!"
Chapter completed!