A Poussan car parked at the entrance of the alley.

Sang Bai got out of the car with a curious look, looked left and right, and asked to the person who accompanied him.

"Professor Huang lives here?"

"Well, the car ahead is not easy to get in. We have to walk, and it is almost 200 meters away. Professor Huang's home is deep in the alley," said the accompanying staff.

When Sang Bai saw it, he suddenly became admired and thought to himself: I am finally vulgar. Look at where the master lives. It’s like a broken alley and a garbage dump. When I go back, I will definitely cut off my house and exchange it for the adobe house. I said why hasn’t the improvement in painting skills these days? It turns out that it’s broken!

Tokuma Aosuke didn't know that Sanba was running a train in his mind now. Seeing that Sanba was still moving, he reached out to push it.

"What a fool!"

Sang Bai came to his senses and saw the accompanying person smiling with his hands, and was inviting him to go to the alley.

After taking a step, Sang Bai was about to deeply experience the master's breath. Who knew that without taking two steps, a smell of urine suddenly jumped into his nose.

That's all, there are two women quarreling in the slum next to you. What a good guy! Even a young man like Sang Bo cannot find such a rich adjective to describe the lower body organs of men and women. He suddenly felt that the blind spots of physiological knowledge were filled up in a short time.

Sang Bo did not notice that the staff member who accompanied him looked a little embarrassed.

Continue to walk in, the two women's quarrels gradually threw the sound behind them. Sang Bai felt a little bit away from the master, but suddenly the naughty child broke this sense of sacredness, one by one, and one by one, as the wind passed away. When Sang Bai looked back indifferently, he found that the wallet in his pocket was gone.

"Sorry, Mr. Sang, we will definitely help you get your wallet back."

The accompanying staff's face turned into pig's liver.

Sang Bo sighed: "No need, there is nothing!"

It’s true that there is nothing. Sangbai never puts money in his wallet. He doesn’t need to use his wallet for a good space. Sangbai’s mind is not broken.

At a few intersections, a group of half-old children were pursing Sanbo's wallet.

"Looking at the look of a man, why don't you have a penny?" The oldest child cursed and threw Sang Bai's wallet to the ground, stomping on it again as if he was fierce.

"How can you say that!"

This guy didn't know what he said, and accompanied him out. The good guy got out of the car and walked a few steps. He lost his wallet. A Japanese foreign guest was still watching. How could he go back and report to his leader?

“What’s in your wallet?”

"It's only three or four hundred dollars, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!" Sang Bai said as if his wallet was really that money.

Tokuma Aosuke knew about Sang Bo's wallet. Hearing Sang Bo say this, he couldn't help but look at Sang Bo more. Then, seeing that Sang Bo didn't respond, he looked away again.

He didn't know why Sanbo did this, but he knew that this would not do his business!

As the few people walked forward, the smell of urine came out from time to time. Fortunately, Sang Bai was used to it and kept hinting in his mind that this was a place where the master lived without any details, but he still had to cover his nose from time to time, and said in his heart: How can these people urinate, they can slut out of the skyline?

The accompanying staff felt that the road was as long as a century.

However, no matter how long the road is, it will be over. Now the group is finally standing at the entrance of a small courtyard.

Oh, it's not a small courtyard, just like other courtyards, it's still a large courtyard.

The gate was not closed, there were noisy children inside, noisy adults, and those who were calling the elderly to help the children wipe their butts, what a guy! Sangbai looked more lively than going to the temple fair.

Several people twitched their teeth and walked in.

"Who are you looking for?"

The person accompanying him "Looking for Professor Huang Daoran" immediately opened his mouth.

"That room!"

Following the direction of his finger, Sangbai saw a small courtyard.

Yes!

A small courtyard.

The private space of only three or five square meters shows a unique scenery.

The grape vines that had already left were laid on the barbed wire mesh, which was a kind of trace, but even so, this small cave heaven also revealed a unique tranquility and details.

Sanbo was not sure if this was a psychological effect, but he always felt that the room was a bit like that.

oh!

Sang Bai couldn't help but want to pat his thighs: style!

Sang Bai also inquired about it and knew that he was in a turbulent era. He was so impressed that he was dying. In that era, people who were criticized during the day and could still paint happily at night. Think about how tenacious the mind is. And he is almost unable to save himself, and he is still talking for others.

In that era, there were countless scholars who hanged the river. This person was so happy that he resisted to the end, and then rehabilitated him and asked him to return to China and the United States to attend classes. He was a little unhappy.

Of course, it is understandable that if you didn’t have such a personality, how could you draw a painting that made Sang Bo feel moved? Even Liu Zhi would be strong in this person’s writing.

Seeing that the escort was about to call the door, Sangbai signaled.

"Speak quietly!"

At this moment, Sangbai felt that his personality had been sublimated.

The accompanying staff shouted: "Is Professor Huang here?"

"Come in!"

Hearing this, Sang Bai was ready to look up at the senior master. When the accompanying staff reached out, he gently knocked on the door, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

The light in the house was not very good, it was a little dark, but soon Sanba's eyes adapted.

When Sang Bo's eyes adapted, a scene that surprised Sang Bo suddenly appeared in front of Sang Bo.

When you enter the door, you will find a small living room, which is not large in size, almost twenty square meters. It is very clean and it smells like it is almost out of place outside. The sofa and coffee table are a little old, and all the corners are ground and bald, which has lost the paint on the outside, revealing the wood inside.

Opposite the sofa is a black and white fourteen-inch TV. The TV is wrapped with a square scarf woven with yarn. Behind the TV is a painting with no watch. The picture is a woman who is not young, but she can still see her youthful style.

What surprised Sang Bo was not that the TV at the master's house was smaller, nor that the master's living room was smaller, but that there was an old man lying on the sofa, rolling his body in front of him.

If we look at it from the old man's perspective, Sang Bo probably himself and the people who came in were all three inches away from his crotch.

"Wait a minute, I'll finish practicing the exercises." The old man reached out and waved at Sang Bai and others.

When Sang Bai and others saw it, let's wait. The largest one on his side is only in his early thirties and forty years, and they are already in their sixties. From the perspective of their elders, they should wait for them.

"You are that..."

The old man was not moving, but his mouth was not idle, so he asked directly to the accompanying staff.

The accompanying staff immediately said, "Yes, I am...you call me Xiaofu. This time I will bring two guests here. They want to visit you."

"Oh, I get it." The old man finished speaking, signaling everyone to sit down.

So everyone sat down and waited.

After about five minutes, the door rang and an old woman in her sixties came in. Sang Bai glanced at him and saw that he wasn't the woman on the portrait behind the TV.

Oh! This is definitely Mr. Huang’s original wife.

Seeing the old woman coming in, Sang Bai and others immediately stood up again.

As soon as the accompanying staff said this, the old woman became a little angry and said to her husband: "If you have a guest, you will still make trouble! Please greet the guests quickly, how can you treat guests like this?"

When the old man heard this, Li Qi stretched his body straight: "I want to see how long it takes them to see through!"

"If someone sees it through, I won't tell you how old you are, how old they are." The old woman smiled, and then apologized to the few people, saying that her husband was a little old and childish.

The old man seemed a little angry, but he didn't dare to refute, so he sat on the sofa awkwardly, as if he was like a buttless monkey, and he would move from time to time.

This old man reminded Sang Bai of an old saying: Old kid!

The old woman smiled at everyone: "You guys talk, I have something to do."

After seeing off the old woman, Sang Bai and his group had a conversation with the old man.

No one spoke at first, but the old man just glanced at the faces of Sang Bai and others with his eyes. Of course, it was limited to Sang Bai and Toma Suosuke. He didn't even look at the people accompanying him.

"Are you businessmen?"

The old man spoke in almost five minutes.

Sanba and Toma Suo nodded.

"Are you interested in my painting?" the old man asked again.

Sanba and Tokuma Aosuke nodded again.

"Don't keep nodding, it's good to squeak!"

"squeak!"

Sanbai squeaked.

It was this squeak that immediately made the scene quiet for about ten seconds.

Then, Sangbai heard the old man laughing loudly, laughing for a while, holding his stomach, and tears almost came out after a while.

Originally, Sang Bai was still laughing, but after a few sounds, he asked back: Is there anything funny about this? Is it used bad jokes on the Internet in later generations!

Then Sang Bo looked at the happy old man with a strange look.

"I like you young man, it's interesting!"

The old man finally stopped laughing and said to Sang Bai.
To be continued...