He is now completely dead and the Guo family's thoughts, not only because of Xie Yuyin and Guo Qing's hatred, but also because he feels that he and Guo Qing mute are separated from a Tianhe River, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't afford a quiver bridge to lead to her.

This recognition made him miserable.

He painted those bamboo silks, envious of Jiang Minghui in his heart.

At the very least, he had the experience of creating bamboo paintings with her.

When the gods were in a trussed, he was awakened by Fang Fang's first shot, listened to the big brother's command, and nodded, "Brother, go."

When he first saw his absent-minded appearance, his heart sighed, and greeted the rudder.

The deep autumn of the lake, the residue is messy, the grass trees are weak and yellow, and it is particularly small.

The two of them took a boat and walked to the heart of the lake.

At first, he quietly looked at the lake and thought.

His intuition thanked the moon for his actions unusual.

Unexpectedly, he doubted that he was a gentleman's belly with a little man's heart, and if he always did not trust her so much, what would happen in the future?They will spend a long life together.

“Old man, brother?”

The rudder shook the pulp skillfully while calling him.

“What is it?”Ask the face at first.

"What do you think?"I told you not to hear me."The rudder asked doubtfully.

“Well, I just thought of something, and I didn’t hear it.”The first cover.

“You want to thank the big girl, aren’t you?”Brother, my brother advised you to say, thank the girl that the matter has passed, she also knows that she is wrong, you do not put your heart.Who hasn’t done anything wrong in their lives!Think about the painting.My brother went to sea at the end of November, and you arranged it well.Try to prepare more goods.”He said a few words to him and talked about buying and selling.

"Don't worry, the boy has already told them to work."The first way.

Originally.He deliberately limited the sales of bamboo paintings, but first expanded the market overseas.

“That’s fine.I'll have something tomorrow, or I'll want to see you."Shirdle.

“I’ll be back in the house in a few days and I’ll have to stay for a while.If you come back, go find me.I'm all there."The first way.

“That’s okay.“You’re not going to Chicago?”The rudder asked.

"Not for a while."At first, it was a firm return.

He is not reassured by the moon, nor is he reassured. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Why.He couldn’t explain it himself.

"Go back and send the letter to the circle."

He thought that several pavements in Beijing were properly placed, as long as they could arrange to take care of them.He is the most useful person, and the garden can only be taken care of by him.

He didn’t want anyone else to get involved in this mess.

Fang and Shi rudder drifted faintly on the lake for a while, still returning to the drunken fairy building.We had dinner with everyone.They dispersed themselves.

After arriving home, Fang first calculated the account in the study, and today is a lot of income.

This did not make him happy, he sat down.

The business is so good, the reason for the investigation is that this murder case makes Jiang Minghui and his bamboo paintings spread throughout Jiangnan and Beijing in the shortest day.Jiang Minghui died, Jiang Zhuhai closed, bamboo painting became a desirable thing.At this time.Fang's bamboo silk painting was opened in Beijing, which naturally attracted the attention of buyers.

Chicago is fine.The heat of the tempest made him a little embarrassed.

Weng Beng fought, and he became a profit-eating fisherman!

He got up, went to the dark cabinet to take out a slender pear box, put it on the round table in the room, opened it, took out a scroll, and unfolded it.

This is a bamboo silk painting, entitled Spring River smoke rain map.

The smoke and rain of the river fell in his eyes very familiar.

It is not that he has been to the place in the painting, but a lot of similar river scenery, a typical Jiangnan flavor.As soon as his eyes were closed, he seemed to enter the painting, leaning on the low bed in the cabin, listening to the wind and rain on the river, and giving birth to the grass and wood prosperity.Listen to me again, I don't know where a twilight of the harp comes from, into the spleen...

This is based on a clean and hoarded manuscript.

He has never shown it before anyone.

He wanted to give Guo Qing dumb and stagger, because she would not accept it!

He was immersed in the painting "listening to the piano", outside Chang called: "Young master, Master Xia is coming."

Fang woke up at first, carefully closed the painting, and hurried out.

Summer meteors and a few teenagers came to ask for bamboo silk paintings.

At the beginning, Fang gave people into the living room room for tea, and ordered people to take bamboo silk paintings.

Watching those bamboo silk paintings that are very different from paper paintings, there is another kind of fresh rhyme and special visual effects, and everyone is amazed, and praises this painting is better than Jiang Zhujie, only Jiang Minghui can make it compare.

Only the summer stars say nothing, and they taste it one by one.

At first, he accompanied him, quietly watching him.

After watching it, Xia meteor looked up and looked at Fang’s first smile: “The original young master is the biggest winner!”There is some anger and a bit of irony.

Smiling at the beginning, “You can say that.I picked it up very cheap.”

It shows the merchant’s face.

Xia Minsing smiled, stroked the painting, and asked, “Is that all?”

The first one said, “That’s all.If Master Xia is not satisfied, I ask them to choose some and send them again.But it will take some days.Send it to Master Xia."

Xia nodded and turned to Guo Qing dumb, "I didn't expect her to have such talent."I heard that her art is also good.According to the brother, how is the big girl better than Xie?”

The first one: “It’s good.Compared to the girl, the strength is still worse.It may be that the young people are pointing, the age is small, the sound is fresh and more than enough, and the mood is not full enough."

He didn’t know what was wrong, he thought so, and his mouth said so.

Xia said with a smile: "You really... praise your family is not humble!"

Fang first smiled: "Let Master Xia see and laugh."But I'm telling the truth."

He said, “Listen to your family.I'll have to wait until I've heard it."

At first, he smiled, and looked like a listener.

Xia meteor picked two bamboo silk paintings, and the others also chose to be in line with each other, and were initially retained by Fang, and left with wine and rice in Fang.

After they left, Fang first sat in the study for a while, and then in spite of the lateness of the day, in the name of Yan, he asked people to go to the strict twilight to eat dinner.

Then thank you, after leaving the Jinsheng, take a car to thank the other house.

The car went to the southeastern Liudi of Tianhu Lake, and suddenly heard the mother-in-law talking to people outside:

“Good lord, han!”

“Thanks for the big girl?Where do you come from?”

She reached out to lift the curtain, probe out to see, it is Han Xiyi, riding a white horse, white cloak, eyes, beautiful, excellent mood, and the image of the past is very different.

“Where is this, brother?”She smiled and asked.

“Go to the Guo family.”Han Xiyi blurted out.

The month of the month is doubtful.(Unfinished.