Chapter 2: The Painting Saint is Depressed

Hearing the sound was a bit like Wu Daozi, when he came out and saw it was real, Chen Wanrong couldn't help but be happy. Since he met Wu Daozi at Ci'en Temple, Chen Wanrong has been looking forward to reunion all the time. Today, it finally came true, and the joy in his heart is indescribable.

This is a relatively secluded Gongzi. Wu Daozi and a big man were entangled at the entrance of the alley. The big man grabbed Wu Daozi's collar and said angrily: "I'll give you two ways, one is to pay, and the other is to get out, otherwise I'll report to the official."

"Brother, I'm not interested in dependent on your money. I'm really tight. I'll give me a few more days. Can you please? I promise I'll pay you when the time comes." Wu Daozi whispered in a low voice.

Ma Zhizhong also got out of the car, came to Chen Wanrong, and asked, "Brother, why don't you leave? What's so good about this? A down-and-out painter has no money to pay the rent, so why should I pay for him?"

Chen Wanrong stopped him and said, "Brother Ma, no. He doesn't even want someone to know his real name. He must have to come to open a painting workshop. It's a pity that he didn't choose his location well. He chose it in a secluded place, so he didn't have any business to come to his door. It's a pity that he has a superb painting skills."

Zheng Qing was very surprised: "Brother Chen, do you know him?"

"I met once, and you have seen his paintings. It is the self-portrait at my home." Chen Wanrong introduced.

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and her right hand couldn't help but cover her mouth: "You mean, is he Wu Daozi?" This is the first time Chen Wanrong has seen her stuttering like this since she met her. After Chen Wanrong brought Wu Daozi's paintings home, he asked someone to frame them and collect them. Zheng Qing had seen them and praised them endlessly, saying that Wu Daozi was a master of painting, and it was rare to find one in a century. Unexpectedly, the down-and-out young man in front of him was Wu Daozi, so how could he not be surprised?

Ma Zhizhong was a little disbelief, looked at Chen Wanrong and asked, "Brother, do you take this seriously?"

Chen Wanrong nodded and said, "Of course."

Zheng Qing felt something and commented: "Brother Chen, he deliberately chose this secluded place so that people would not see it."

This is too reasonable. Even the surname has changed. If you don’t find a secluded place to hide, it will be too shameful if you see it for your acquaintance. I really didn’t expect that a famous painting saint like him also had such secular ideas. Chen Wanrong took a big step and went straight into the alley.

There is a plaque three feet in front of it, with the four characters "Wu's Painting House" written on it. The structure of the frame, brushwork and charm are all excellent works. Zheng Qing praised it endlessly: "Good characters, good characters must be written by Wu Daozi!"

Chen Wanrong nodded and praised, "Yes!" Ma Zhizhong looked around and smiled, "This word is average, where is it better?"

Zheng Qing smiled and explained: "Brother Ma, this word is in the world, and few people in the Tang Dynasty can write it."

Ma Zhizhong knew that she had learned a lot, and she said yes, and she felt a little embarrassed: "I'm not a scholar, so I can't tell."

"Everyone can sing "Xia Li" and "Ba Ren", but few people can mix "Yangchun" and "Bai Snow"! How many people can recognize such a great talent?" Zheng Qing sighed and sighed.

This is what is called "Qu Gao and Noble"! Although his works are masterpieces like Wu Daozi, how many people appreciate them? Chen Wanrong was also deeply moved: "Yes, yes! It's a pity that great talent is like this."

Zheng Qing asked, "Brother Chen, how do you help him?"

Chen Wanrong suddenly had a whim: "Qing, you said I invited him and asked him to design packaging patterns for us. How about it?"

"It's good, I'm afraid it may not be successful." Zheng Qing praised it, but was also worried: "People like him are extremely arrogant and difficult to accept. You should know that designing packaging patterns does not require much profound painting skills, it is a waste of talent."

This is too reasonable, but Chen Wanrong still wants to try it. If Wu Daozi can help him design the packaging, it would be a shocking event. Chen Wanrong was very excited when he thought about it: "Try it. If you try it, you may not succeed, and if you don't try it, you will definitely not succeed!"

"Okay, then give it a try!" Zheng Qing agreed very much, pretended to come to the store, shouting: "I'm buying paintings, I'm buying paintings! Is there anyone? Why is there no one?"

Chen Wanrong shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm buying a painting, is there anyone? Where have the people gone?"

Ma Zhizhong was stunned at first, and then understood what Chen Wanrong meant. This kind of thing could not be explained explicitly, otherwise it would be better to be more roundabout. When he walked to the entrance of the alley, he shouted loudly: "Where did the paintings sell? Really, someone bought paintings but didn't see the owner. Is this like selling paintings?"

The big man dragged Wu Daozi and scolded him, "You don't give me money, right? Then go see the official!" His saliva sprayed, splashing Wu Daozi's face.

While smearing saliva, Wu Daozi discussed: "I will have money soon, and it will take only a few days."

"Wait for three days in three days, wait for another three days, and wait for more than half a month, and the genius believes in you!" The big man still ignored him.

"Let go quickly, someone has bought paintings." Someone among the onlookers heard Ma Zhizhong's shouting and reminded him.

The big man said disdainfully: "The genius wants his painting."

"Who are you scolding? I'll buy paintings, you're the ghost!" Chen Wanrong squeezed in, with a dark face and stared at the big man, coldly.

The big man didn't believe it: "You really buy it?"

"Is there any false?" Chen Wanrong spat at him: "Big mouth, no cover."

Ma Zhizhong pointed at the big man and scolded him: "Speak less in the future. Look at your appearance, your mouth is even more broken than a woman's mouth!"

"Is it the boss Ma? Oh, the wind blows you?" The big man knew Ma Zhizhong and kept receiving teachings: "Ma Zhangzhu, you have a lot of great knowledge, don't be as good as the young ones. The young ones dare not, don't dare."

Ma Zhizhong pointed at Chen Wanrong and introduced: "This is my big customer." He stopped talking about the following words and looked at the big man.

The big man slapped himself in the face, squeezed out a smile, and apologized to Chen Wanrong: "Negotiable, the young one deserves to die, the young one deserves to die! The young one has no eyes, but he doesn't know that the noble one will arrive..."

Let's talk about it again. Chen Wanrong looked down on such a secular villain and turned around and left. The man wanted to catch up, so he stared at Ma Zhizhong and stood there stupidly, at a loss.

Wu Daozi sorted out his clothes, followed, and bowed with his fists: "I would like to ask you, what kind of paintings do you want to buy?"

Chen Wanrong came with something, not really wanting to buy paintings. He thought about it and said, "Look at it first."

Wu Daozi followed and explained: "The noble man doesn't know anything. I don't have ready-made paintings here. If you want them, I can draw them immediately. But I have to take your time a little bit."

"How could anyone sell paintings like this?" Ma Zhizhong muttered: "No wonder he can't sell it."

For others, you must draw it before selling it. For Wu Daozi, this is not a problem. It is a masterpiece at will, and it is not a problem to sell it as you want. Chen Wanrong came to the painting shop and took a look. There was nothing in the store except canvas and painting tools. Once again, he sighed that no one appreciated those who are as talented as Wu Daozi, and luck made people feel bad.

Chen Wanrong would not doubt Wu Daozi's genius, but he was still curious and wanted to see it with his own eyes: "I want a landscape painting, Mr. Wu just looked at the painting. With your great talent, it's just a piece of cake."

Except for the people in the circle, few people praised Wu Daozi like this. Wu Daozi's eyes flashed and immediately disappeared, and said with a smile: "Sir, I'm too rewarded. I dare to ask for your surname and name."

Chen Wanrong knew that Wu Daozi had a good impression of him and smiled and said, "Don't know, the surname is Chen, just call me Chen Wanrong. Speaking of which, we still have a chance to meet."

"Have we met?" Wu Daozi was a little surprised.

Chen Wanrong smiled and reminded: "On the second day of March, did you bump into someone at Ci'en Temple?"

After looking at Chen Wanrong from side to side, Wu Daozi remembered it and was very surprised: "It turns out it's brother! I have offended so many people, so I'll apologize here." He bowed deeply to Chen Wanrong.

"Mr. I'm so serious. That's mine. It's not my way." Chen Wanrong was a little humble and went straight to the topic: "I saw the Buddha painted by Mr. at Ci'en Temple. I was very impressed and admired. I kept thinking about when I could see Mr. again. I didn't expect that I would meet him unexpectedly today. It was my honor!"

This is the truth, and he said it sincerely. Wu Daozi heard it and clasped his fists again and said, "I'm here to see Mr. Chen. Oh, but Chen's shopkeeper Chen's chemical industry?"

"It's just the next one!" Chen Wanrong was surprised. Unexpectedly, Wu Daozi knew my name.

Wu Daozi smiled: "Look for a long time, look for a long time! Wu Daozi is well-known for the name of Shopkeeper Chen. He has long wanted to see Zunyan, but he didn't expect it to be gone. Meeting but not knowing each other is so ignorant, so ashamed!"

"Excessive award, excessive award!" Chen Wanrong said with a polite and humble sentence.

Wu Daozi put on the canvas and lifted the brush and said, "People Manager Chen, please wait, I will paint for you now." Without waiting for Chen Wanrong to speak, the brush waving on the canvas was freely done, and it was done in one go. In just a moment, I put down the brush and said, "People Manager Chen, please look, I'm so ugly!"

"Oh my God!" Chen Wanrong, Zheng Qing, and Ma Zhizhong cheered in unison, and his thumbs were raised to the sky.

Ma Zhizhong also said, "I really don't know Mount Tai! I don't know the words of Mr. I am ashamed, ashamed!" He said that he didn't take the inscription on the plaque seriously just now.

The strange rock collapsed on the beach, with a majestic momentum and no need for a high appreciation. Everyone could feel the grand momentum. Standing in front of the painting, it was like standing in front of the real mountains and waters. Seeing the mountains and rivers, listening to the sound of waves, as if they were in the scene, the onlookers cheered in unison. Even the man was surprised and muttered: "I really didn't see it!"

I have seen it! The name of the Painting Saint is true! Chen Wanrong was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands: "How much does the painting cost?"

Wu Daozi smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Chen is so serious, I'll give you this painting."

The handwriting of the Painting Saint, the handwritten work, is so precious. Chen Wanrong thought he had heard it wrong: "What? You gave it to me? If not, no! I have to pay you the money for painting." Wu Daozi couldn't even pay the rent, and needed money in urgent need of money, but he really regarded money as dirt. Chen Wanrong sighed with emotion. This is the real famous scholar!

Wu Daozi said excitedly: "Wu Daozi has been setting up a painting stall here for half a month, but no one cares about it. The first customer in the shopkeeper Chen is the first to come to his house. Naturally, he cannot accept your painting gift. Is this the virtuous wife of Manager Chen?"

He was a fiancée, and he could not be considered a wife. Zheng Qing blushed and did not defend herself. Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "Yes!" Zheng Qing gently twisted his back.

"Then I'll add a few more strokes!" Wu Daozi picked up the brush again, drew a few strokes on the painting, and put down the brush: "Shopkeeper Chen, how about it? Are you satisfied?"

Zheng Qing looked at the painting and was both happy and shy, because Wu Daozi painted her and Chen Wanrong on the painting. The two stood side by side, facing the landscape, although they did not meet each other, their backs were very similar, and they could tell at a glance that they were the two of them. They leaned against each other, and their love was infinite, which made people fascinated.

"The stroke of God!" Chen Wanrong was amazed.

Wu Daozi said humbly: "Excessive award, excessive award."

Chen Wanrong invited each other warmly: "Mr. Wu, my house has just been repaired and I want to paint some murals. I wonder if you are willing to visit me?" This is not a place to talk about, so I have to invite Wu Daozi to my house before talking about it.

Wu Daozi thought for a while and said, "It is my honor for Manager Chen to look down on me! However, Wu rarely painted this mural, so the painting price may be more expensive."

"Money is not a problem." Chen Wanrong was very happy. He saw Wu Daozi go and just slowly rub it with him. No matter what, people have to work hard for me.

Wu Daozi thought for a moment: "I am better to obey orders because of the high opinion of Manager Chen, so I am more respectful than to obey. Please leave the address by Manager Chen, so Wu Daozi can go there."

Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "This is not urgent. As for me, I happened to meet with a few friends today and wanted to have a small gathering. If the teacher has time, we will go for a walk together and we will talk later."

Wu Daozi looked at Chen Wanrong and Zheng Qing, then looked at Ma Zhizhong, frowned slightly and said, "I appreciate the kindness of the shopkeeper Chen. But I still have to guard the stall."

He didn't want to be with someone like Ma Zhizhong who didn't know anything. Chen Wanrong understood his true nature and smiled and said, "Mr. Wu doesn't know anything. Although I am among merchants, I have also met a few scholars. Today I am going to see them. While drinking, I sing poems and lyrics, and even if my husband writes ink, I am really happy in life. If my husband looks down on me, then forget it."

Wu Daozi was a famous scholar. When he heard that there were scholars involved, he couldn't help but become conscious. He thought for a while and said, "Since that's the case, it's better to obey your orders than respect, and he'll bother."

Chen Wanrong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Wu Daozi followed him, and he could make a speech today. Ma Zhizhong took out a ingot and stuffed it into the hand of the man: "Is this rent, is it enough?"

The big man smiled charmingly: "Ma Zhangguan, how dare I ask for your money? It's enough, enough."

Ma Zhizhong said coldly: "This house will be used by Mr. Wu from now on. Just go to the cabinet to pay."

The big man kept thanking: "Thank you, thank you, manager Ma!" He went there happily with the silver. Looking at his back, Chen Wanrong kept shaking his head, really snobbish!

Wu Daozi hurriedly said, "Ma Zhangguan, never." He is a famous scholar, with a high spirit and will not accept other people's alms.

Ma Zhizhong smiled and said, "Mr. Wu doesn't have to take it to heart. I am a painting expert. If Ma Zhizhong doesn't ask for a painting, wouldn't I go to the treasure mountain and return empty-handed?"

This is just an excuse, but Wu Daozi was very serious and held the pen in his hand: "Master Ma, what kind of painting do you want?"

It was just that Wu Daozi was better than his face. As for what kind of painting it was not important, Ma Zhizhong frowned and thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Draw me." His feet were separated from his shoulders, stood with both eyes, looking ahead, smiling and posing.

Wu Daozi smiled and reminded him: "Ma Zhangzhu, you can do whatever you want."

If Ma Zhizhong wants to not pose well, even if you have great skills, you will never be able to draw well. Nodded, but did not relax and stood honestly in the local area.

Wu Daozi looked at Ma Zhizhong for a while, buried his head in painting, and while brushing, a character appeared on the canvas. Finally, he put the brush and clapped his hands and said, "Are you satisfied with the boss Ma?"

Masshoe Zhizhong looked at it and screamed: "Is this me? Haha! I didn't realize that I was so kind-hearted and like an elder!"

When Chen Wanrong and Zheng Qing looked at it, they saw that the Ma Zhizhong in the painting was no different from the real person, as if they were copied. What is even more rare is that the person in the painting has more charm, kind eyebrows and eyes, and is like a virtuous elder.

Who doesn’t like how good he looks? Ma Zhizhong is not happy, and he can’t even close his mouth when he smiles so hard that he keeps saying, “That’s great, so great! How much is the painting money?”

Wu Daozi shook his hand and said, "Ma Zhangguan has helped me a lot, so I dare not talk about money anymore." He is the kind of person who is unwilling to be favored by others. If Ma Zhizhong helps him pay the rent, he will repay him. Drawing a picture will be considered as a matter of two.

"No, I must give it to you." Ma Zhizhong was in a good mood and insisted on paying.

Chen Wanrong was much more open-minded than him and advised him: "Brother Ma, Mr. Wu's generous man, he said he would definitely not, so don't use money to insult him. This is the true nature of a famous scholar!"

Wu Daozi looked at Chen Wanrong, his eyes were very bright, and he had more praises. He nodded gently and said, "Thank you, Shopkeeper Chen, I dare not take it!" After packing up the things, rolled up the painting, and handed it to Chen Wanrong: "Shopkeeper Chen, let's go now. Have a good drink!"
Chapter completed!