Zhu Tong was still playing the flute, but Mei Ye couldn't hear the noise. After a few pointers, he drove the little liar to the water pavilion to practice.
Mei Lanting was pruning the plum tree next to the water pavilion. She couldn't resist the sound of Zhu Tong's flute.
When Zhu Tong was tired and resting, Mei Lanting came over and asked with a smile: "I heard that you have accepted a very capable disciple?"
"Yes, people insist on worshiping me as their teacher. There is no other way. Who asked us to wish our family a bright brand and good popularity?" How did she know? Didn't everyone agree to keep it a secret?
"I heard that your new disciple Zhu Fei once broke into Puxian Temple at night?"
"Rumors are definitely rumors." Zhu Tong denied with a smile that the news was not spread by him or anyone around him.
Historically, only people in the world are tired of the right and wrong in the world and retreat to Buddhism or Taoism. The first person of the first-class Golden Buddha, So Wengda Living Buddha, quit the Golden Buddha and entered the Zhumen. This is unprecedented. Just the day before yesterday, Master Kongji personally rushed to the Ocean Hospital.
At the morgue, Suowonda Living Buddha drove him away with just a few words.
"It is said that Master Yuanji was forced to give up his martial arts. A few days ago, he announced in the Qingzhu Valley of Mount Emei that he would retire from the world and stop paying attention to things outside Mount Mei. Is this also a rumor?"
"I don't know. Who knows if Master Yuanji took the wrong medicine?" Zhu Tong was still denying, but his tone was no longer so firm. Someone spread the news from a few days ago, whether it was true or false, false or true.
, but the situation of Suowanda's solo battle with the three masters Kongmu, Wu Qing and Wu Yan was deliberately concealed.
"There is another news. It is said that the head of Zhu Sect has encountered a little trouble recently?" Mei Lanting continued to tease with a half-smile. Zhu Tong was shocked and asked: "What trouble?"
"It is said that he was injured. But I can see from your spirit that the rumors in the world cannot be believed."
"I can't believe it." Zhu Tong felt relieved. Such news didn't matter. What he was afraid of was that the news that he had been deceived would spread. In that case, it would be a small shame but there would be too much trouble later.
"Zhu Tong, I need some money." Mei Lanting said this request suddenly, leaving Zhu Tong confused. He put down Liu Yunqi and said: "You need money, what's the use of telling me? I'm a poor Dingdang now.
Hey, I'm getting ready to rob a bank."
Mei Lanting did not look at Zhu Tong, but faced Zi Guzi outside the water pavilion and said: "Sister Yilan is not here, so I can only talk to you; the gallery has just signed two painters and has bought hundreds of their works. Spring Auction
It's about to start, I need some money to operate."
"How does it work?"
"It's just hype. The Shanghai Auction is a good platform for hype. I have prepared four paintings, which are their best works. At this auction, I want the price of these four paintings to be more than 300,000."
Zhu Tong understood a little bit: "You want to speculate on these four paintings by yourself? What you need is a start-up capital, is that what you mean?"
"Yes, as long as their worth increases, they will attract the attention of the media; after they become famous, the prices of the paintings in my collection will increase accordingly. If I do it well, I can earn at least 10 million."
"I understand, did Mr. Mei's reputation come about like this?" Zhu Tong glanced around the outside of Broken Snow Garden; "This garden also came about like this, right? Whoever creates such a great reputation for Mr. Mei, you should go there
Who to look for."
"There are so many painters, and no one is promoting them. I only immerse myself in painting, and I starve to death. Do you think the paintings of those great painters are really worth so much money? There are two paintings every spring and autumn... When I was a child, I also studied painting every day, but I
I don’t want to be someone else’s tool; I didn’t expect that it would be so difficult to open a gallery.”
"I really don't have money." Zhu Tong understood something about painters. It's one thing to paint well, but it's all in vain if no one knows you. Mei Ye's paintings must have been deliberately manipulated by others to be like him.
Today’s status as a master of traditional Chinese painting.
"I need ten million. As long as you agree to help, I can get the money."
Facing Mei Lanting's helplessness, Zhu Tong felt a little distressed. It was really embarrassing for her to carry the expenses of the Six-Rank Meiyuan on her soft shoulders.
"I promised to help, but I still don't have the money."
"You agreed?" Mei Lanting turned around and kissed him gently on the cheek; "There is no need to lie."
Zhu Tong hurriedly walked out of the water pavilion. Mei Lanting laughed at the call, said a few words, and handed the phone to him: "You promised."
The slow voice of Liu Manxiang, the eighth-grade orchid, came over the phone: "I wish you the best, Master, do you agree to make additional investment in Lanting Gallery? I think that the recent modern painting market is risky, and such investments need to be cautious. Last year's Hong Kong autumn auction was
Many speculators have lost money. Today’s hot spots are antiques and jade. I asked someone to analyze the Lanting Gallery’s plan and found that the feasibility is less than 50%. This is the lowest warning line.”
"If you can help me, please help me. Miss Mei is still very confident." Zhu Tong had to say this under Mei Lanting's hopeful gaze.
"If Master Zhu thinks it's okay, of course I have no objection; on Monday noon, you and Miss Mei can come to Nanhai Gonglan and let's have lunch together. Master Zhu, is there anything else you can do?" Liu Manxiang said, Zhu Tong said
He only agreed: "See you on Monday, I have nothing to do."
"What did she say?" Mei Lanting asked nervously.
"Miss Liu, please come to Nanhai Gonglan on Monday."
Mei Lanting threw herself into Zhu Tong's arms: "I knew you would help me, Zhu Tong, do you miss me? I'll wait for you tonight."
"Go!" Zhu Tong struggled to break away; "Ms. Mei, if you keep doing this, I won't accompany you on Monday."
"Damn man, stinky man." Mei Lanting lowered his head and muttered: "Do you care about you? Isn't it true that no one wants me?"
In March in Jiangnan, rain is the most familiar guest; the scenery in the rain is also particularly beautiful. Walking and leisurely in the continuous drizzle is unique and a rare enjoyment.
In the afternoon, Ye'er finished learning painting and said goodbye to Mei Ye. Zhu Tong did not return to Shanghai in his car.
Ye'er just faced the scenery outside and thought about her thoughts. When a small town in the south of the Yangtze River appeared in front of her eyes, she said "Ah" in surprise.
"I'm not going back today, so I'll stay here with my Ye'er for one night, okay?"
After parking the car, Zhu Tong put his bag on his back and pulled Ye'er into the town. Vendors buying umbrellas gathered around him. Ye'er chose a white paper umbrella and held it above their heads: "Do you like it here? I didn't bring a change of clothes."
clothes."
"It's my first time here. Just hope Ye'er likes it." Zhu Tong put his arm around her waist and half-hugged her into the stone street of the town.
The spring rain is falling, like thousands of silver threads hanging from the clouds; there are mountain shadows in the distance, and the water is nearby. The town is enveloped in a thin layer of mist. When you walk in, you realize that it is also rain threads, floating in every corner of the town.
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A bay of spring water passes through the town, and you can see the crescent-shaped stone arch bridge at any time. Painting boats are wandering in the water, with the sound of oars lapping at the water. Raindrops drip on the clear stone slabs, driving tourists into the corridors along the river, where there are various shops.
with a leisurely teahouse.
They found an inn in Linjiang, where many people came for spring outings on weekends. The innkeeper hid the price tag and asked for a hundred yuan for a room with a view of running water.
Ye'er was a little hesitant, but Zhu Tong readily agreed. At ordinary times, a room like this would cost only fifty yuan at most; but the peach blossoms outside the window were so charming that they were worth far more than a hundred yuan.
"Do you want a boat?" The store owner greeted outside the door; "The awning boats in our town are very famous, and you can also eat the freshest fish on the boat."
The awning boat was also prepared by the store. When negotiating the price, the store said it would cost 80 yuan to go around the town for a week, and there would be additional meal costs for meals on the boat.
"go?"
"Go. When you come out, don't think about those troublesome things." Zhu Tong scratched Ye'er's nose; "You haven't laughed for a long time."
The person who punted the boat was the shopkeeper's daughter, a typical Xiaojia Biyu. She also carried a sense of tranquility and elegance when punting the boat; a teenage girl from the south of the Yangtze River was in her prime of life; seeing that the guests were a couple, the boat was pushed very slowly and steadily.
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Ye'er and the girl chatted together for a while, and her spirit really relaxed.
"Sister, I will take you to a good place." The girl's name was Ru Lian, and she was in junior high school. She was so happy that she parked the awning boat under the small bridge outside the town, and pulled Ye'er up to the hill not far away.
Underfoot, there is a soft field path, which is a little soft and slippery due to the rain. Zhu Tong and Ye'er both wear leather shoes for walking in the city. After taking a few steps, Zhu Tong took off his leather shoes and socks and stepped on them with his bare feet.
The son was reserved for a while, then imitated Zhu Tong, revealing a pair of tender white feet.
Ru Lian led them to the valley, where a stream of clear spring flowed out from the mountain. It screamed joyfully and brought crystal clear water all the way to the face. Ye'er walked in the spring with a happy smile on her face and opened her arms.
I have forgotten all my worries and merged with the Jiangnan scenery of March with fireworks.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River stopped suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, at dusk, birds flew out of the trees, chirping ethereally in the dark valley.
When we returned to the town, it was already dark. Just like Phoenix, red lanterns were hung everywhere inside and outside the town.
The store owner loaded the prepared meals onto the awning boat, sent Ru Lian to prepare her homework, and held the boat to accompany the guests around the town.
There were only three dishes, one fish, one plate of tofu, and one plate of green vegetables. Zhu Tong asked for a jar of daughter's red wine, and the store only gave him two bowls of lotus seed soup.
Ye'er usually doesn't like drinking, but today she and Zhu Tong competed to drink. Before the awning boat reached the end of the town, the bottom of the jar of daughter's red wine had already bottomed out.
"We got off here, thank you, uncle, and we'll walk back by ourselves." Ye'er pulled Zhu Tong and jumped off the boat, floating in the corridor along the river.
Passing by a small clothing store, she bought a bean-colored bellyband and embroidered a bunch of hibiscus.
The female boss said: "This is real handmade Suzhou embroidery. The girl is so pretty and has good skin. Wouldn't she be fascinated by wearing such a bellyband?"
Zhu Tong just smiled, while Ye'er became shy, and two red clouds flew up from her pretty face like a flower. However, she still bought a bellyband, an extra pair of embroidered shoes, and a lotus-colored skirt.
The rain was still falling hard and slow. You didn't need an umbrella when walking in the corridor, and you could still enjoy the scenery along the river. Passing by a teahouse, the sound of Pingtan was heard from inside; Ye'er pulled Zhu Tong in and found a corner.
Sit back and enjoy.
Zhu Tong didn't understand Pingtan at all, so Ye'er explained it on the side, and made random guesses when it came to parts she didn't understand. Most of the Pingtan in the teahouse were love legends, and you couldn't be wrong no matter what you said.
It was past ten o'clock when we returned to the inn. As soon as Ye'er entered the room, she hid in the bathroom. Zhu Tong was bored and opened the wooden window to admire the peach blossoms under the window.
The spring rain outside the window is continuous, and the indoor light shines on the peach blossoms, and the raindrops quietly gather and slide down like teardrops.
The wind blew along the river, swaying a few peach blossom petals and drifting away in the river.
The door rang, Zhu Tong looked back, and Ye'er walked out wearing a newly bought bellyband, with wet black hair spread on her shoulders; she wore the colorful skirt on her lower body, and embroidered soft shoes on her feet.