"Then try it."

Yi Chusan took the cup from Uncle Jiahan's hands with both hands and looked at the sky-blue porcelain cup. It looked a bit like a Ru kiln, but it looked fake at first glance. Of course, that was not the point.

Holding it in his hand, the aroma of the tea became even more fragrant. Yi Chusan took a gentle breath, then took a small sip, stirred it with the tip of his tongue, and filled the whole mouth. After savoring it carefully, he couldn't help but smile.

"good!"

"good!"

"This is Tieguanyin with strong fragrance, and it is liked by the most people. I like this kind of strong fragrance, and this is it... I have some in the store."

"If you come across something of the highest quality, buy some. This thing... will give you a taste if you put it aside."

Saying that, Yi Chusan took another sip. The tea soup was still very hot, but when he sipped it carefully, his lips and teeth were fragrant. It was a kind of enjoyment. Of course, if you are thirsty, you can also drink it in big gulps.

As long as you are not afraid of getting hot!

"On the third day of junior high school, everything is ready."

Yi Chusan and Zhou Hengguang were enjoying tea in the inner room. Not long after, Brother Qian and Fang Yiman walked in with something in their hands, walked to the table that had been cleared, and put it on it.

"good."

"Brother Qian, you should try it too."

Yi Chusan nodded, watched Fang Yiman walk out of the inner room, shook the cup in his hand, a cup of tea... He almost finished it, and pointed with one hand at Uncle Jiahan who was on the sofa not far away.

A smile.

“What a fragrant tea.”

"Haha, let me try it."

Brother Qian was curious. Although he had not drank tea, there was already a hint of tea fragrance in the room. Looking at the tea tray on the coffee table, there... there was also a cup of poured tea.

"Sit here and taste it slowly."

Zhou Hengguang pushed the cup of tea over,...good tea is just different when you drink it.

It's just a bit expensive.

I just bought 50 grams yesterday, and the price was several thousand yuan.

Fortunately, I still like this tea in the third grade of junior high school. I took the time today to buy some more and keep them.

"You guys can drink first."

"This painting... I estimate it will take me a few hours. If you have nothing else to do, don't pay attention to me next time."

Yi Chusan put the finished cup on the coffee table and said to Brother Qian that when painting, the artistic conception is continuous, and if you interrupt it... it is easy to cause problems.

Today, business should be back to normal.

It shouldn't be too busy.

"OK!"

"On the third day of junior high school, you can rest assured."

Zhou Hengguang gave him a reassuring look.

"Then I'll just wait and enjoy it."

Can you still draw in the third grade of junior high school?

If you still use a piece of rice paper from the Daoguang period, then... the price will be high, but... the thing belongs to the third grade of junior high school. Even the third grade of junior high school doesn't feel sorry for it, and it's not my turn to feel sad.

"Ha ha."

"It should be... almost the same."

Yi Chusan felt that... his painting skills could still be trusted. At least he was not a master, but... there were only a few masters in an era.

With that said, he returned to the organized desk.

Pens, ink cartridges, paper, inkstones, paperweights, paints... were all arranged. Looking at the four feet of rice paper in front of me, I made some plans in my mind. After a few minutes, I slowly started writing.

Maybe there are some improvements in modern portrait painting methods...but when it comes to painting...the dream world is not weak at all, not to mention that my rice paper is still from the Daoguang period.

We should also use an older style of painting, so...it would look better, right?

Compared to the ink painting I painted in the Wetland Park last Saturday, this painting is a meticulous figure painting, which is a little more troublesome.

The pen is drawn down slowly, outlining lines and creating shapes.

Soon, we went deep inside.

…

…

I am looking at how many dreams are flying freely above the moon...

Suddenly, at some point, a familiar cell phone ringtone vibrated from his pocket, pulling Yi Chusan out of his painting state. Hearing this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He reached out and took out his cell phone, raised his head... and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Great Painter, we're at the Chenghuang Temple Antique Street. Where are you?"

Looking at the people who appeared in front of him at some unknown time, Yi Chusan cast his eyes on Uncle Jiahan's second uncle, and with a swipe of his finger, he connected the phone.

After hearing this, I looked at my watch again.

It’s almost eleven o’clock in the morning?

You spent more than two hours painting by yourself?

But... there is still a little bit left of this painting on the table.

"Well, I'm already here. You go inside. There is a Taixing store. You can come in first."

It was a call from Yu Jingqiao and the others. They had agreed yesterday to ask them to come to the Chenghuang Temple to wait for him at around 11 o'clock in the morning, but today he arrived early.

“Let’s go to Taixing!”

"Okay, we'll see you later."

Yu Jingqiao's cheerful voice came.

Yi Chusan hummed softly and hung up the phone without saying anything.

"Are you...?"

Looking at the three people in front of him, Uncle Jiahan knew him, but he didn't recognize the other two. Judging from their clothes, they were all in casual formal wear, quite like successful people.

But among the two people, it was obvious that the burly middle-aged man was the main one, and the other was younger and seemed to be a deputy.

"Yi Chusan!"

"I heard Xinghua mention you several times, I am Mao Xingwu!"

Before Zhou Hengguang could say anything, the man with an obviously tall and muscular appearance came out of the queue. He had a straight hairstyle and looked very capable.

Taking a step closer, he looked at Yi Chusan and the paintings on the table with a slight smile on his face.

"This..., Mr. Spear, hello!"

Spears promote martial arts?

Couldn't that be Mao Xinghua's brother?

Another controller of Wuhua Group!

Appearing in your own store now?

There's no reason, I don't know him either.

Even so, etiquette must not be lost. I slowly put down the pen in my hand, walked out from behind the table, and shook hands.

"Haha, don't worry, just finish this painting first. It should take less than half an hour. We can talk about it later, otherwise it will take a long time."

"This painting has damaged the artistic conception."

Mao Xingwu is not as handsome as Mao Xinghua, but... his words sound much more heroic, a little more rough than Mao Xinghua's elegance.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he was exactly as Xinghua said on the phone, a very interesting young man.

It’s been almost an hour since I’ve been here, and it’s been almost an hour since I’ve been watching the other person draw... It’s very good, but the level of painting is not what he should be at his age.

It is also an ancient style of classical meticulous figure painting.

"Daiyu Burying Flowers Picture"!

Very good, the artistic conception is still acceptable.

Except for some masters I have seen, there are not many people who can surpass this painting. But the key is that the other party is so old. If it takes a few more years, it is impossible to say.

He didn't say anything else, he pointed at Yi Chusan's unfinished painting on the table and said nothing.

"This..., don't worry, I'm just practicing my skills."

Yi Chusan also took a look at the unfinished painting. It was indeed a pity that it was broken now, but Mao Xingwu's identity was extraordinary. Judging from the appearance of the other party, he must have been there for a while.

Why didn’t Uncle Jiahan remind himself?

"No, you can draw first."
Chapter completed!