Chapter 86 Feng Xieluan has been through a lot in his life, but at this moment, he finally...
Jiang Tong is indeed becoming increasingly busy now. The reputation of the painter Jiang has quickly spread throughout Huicheng and even further afield. Many people have come from thousands of miles away just to repair his paintings.
In fact, Jiang Tong now has more than one disciple, Zhao Quesheng.
She would accept any daughter from a poor family who was clever and willing to be her disciple.
Only one condition -
You have to sign a document, saying that once you marry her, she will have the final say on all future marriages and funerals. If she doesn't agree on the marriage, even the apprentice's parents will have no say.
In a trade where apprentices are accepted, the master has a lot of power. Once the contract is signed, the master can do whatever he wants, so her request is not out of the ordinary.
In this way, he accepted four disciples.
When Jiang Tong returned to Langfeng Pavilion, the four disciples were diligently doing their work. Senior Sister Zhao Quesheng, hands behind her back, was patrolling with an implacable air. Upon seeing her return, her eyes lit up. "Teacher, what did the imperial edict say?"
"Nothing much, but I was given the title of Earl of Wenqing." Jiang Tong said lightly.
"Uncle Wenqing!" All the apprentices were surprised and happy.
"What are you all looking at me for?" Jiang Tong looked at the apprentices, his face cold. "What did I teach you? When repairing a painting, you're not allowed to lose your composure, even if the sky falls! Ancient calligraphy and paintings have survived for hundreds and thousands of years, and it's a rare treasure. If they are destroyed because of your negligence, how can you be worthy of every predecessor who has dedicated their lives to collecting and protecting these paintings for thousands of years?"
"Yes." When the apprentices saw Jiang Tong's expression change, they all fell silent and lowered their heads to do their own things.
It was getting dark and it was time to close the shop. Jiang Tong packed up his things and went out with Zhao Quesheng, where they bumped into someone.
The man squatted by the door, and no one knew how long he had been there.
Zhao Quesheng recognized the person and immediately called out happily, "Master!"
"Quesheng," Su Guanqing stood up, his feet numb for a moment, and grinned, "You've grown taller again."
Jiang Tong didn't bother to pay attention to them and just walked towards home.
"戈戈!"
Su Guanqing raised his foot to chase after him, but his calf was still numb and sore. As soon as he took a step, it felt like thousands of needles were pricking his feet, and the pain made him turn pale.
"Master! Are you okay?" Zhao Quesheng panicked and immediately supported Su Guanqing.
"It's okay, it's okay, my feet are just numb." When Su Guanqing saw Jiang Tong walking away, he didn't care that his feet had not healed yet, and chased after her on the dense "needle tips".
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It was dinner time when I got home.
There was an extra seat next to Jiang Tong, but Su Guanqing didn't dare sit there directly. Instead, he asked Jiang Tong for her opinion first: "Tongtong, can I sit here?"
Jiang Tong picked up her chopsticks and said calmly, "It's up to you."
Su Guanqing was overjoyed and sat down immediately, holding the bowl and starting to eat rice.
Jiang Tong pretended not to notice, but Zhong Wanci couldn't help but say, "Guan Qing, why are you only eating rice and not vegetables?"
Su Guanqing glanced at Jiang Tong cautiously, his lips curled slightly downwards, looking a little aggrieved, but he just said, "I, I'm used to it."
He was saying that when he couldn't see, he didn't have the habit of picking up food for himself.
Zhong Wanci glanced at Jiang Tong with a reproachful look, as if to say, it's all because of you who spoiled her.
Jiang Tong then glanced at Su Guanqing and said coldly, "Pick up your own food."
"Oh..." Su Guanqing agreed and picked up the dishes obediently.
After Jiang Tong finished eating and left with Zhao Quesheng, Su Guanqing apologized and hurriedly followed them out.
Jiang Huaishan smiled at their backs and said to Zhong Wanci, "Isn't it like when they were little? Tongtong was like this back then. Once she got angry, she wouldn't give anyone a good face. But no matter how angry she was, Guanqing never got angry."
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"Teacher, I'll go back to my room first." Zhao Quesheng said goodbye to Jiang Tong at the corner of the corridor.
"Go ahead." Jiang Tong said calmly, looking back, but found that Su Guanqing had not followed. He didn't say anything at the moment, but returned to his room. Not long after he turned on the light in the room, there was a knock on the door.
When she opened the door, Su Guanqing smiled at her: "Tongtong..."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Tong lowered his gaze and saw Su Guanqing holding a heavy bag in his arms.
Su Guanqing lifted the bundle in his arms and said, "This is the money you earned from selling the house in the capital. Miss Qiao asked me to bring it to you on the way."
Jiang Tong moved aside to make room: "Put it on the table."
"Hey!" Su Guanqing hurriedly walked in, put the bag on the table, and turned to walk out, "Then I'll go first."
"return."
He walked slowly, and before he even crossed the threshold, Jiang Tong called him.
Su Guanqing was immediately delighted and turned around hurriedly: "Tongtong! Are you willing to pay attention to me?"
Jiang Tong's expression was cold. She had already opened the bundle, and inside was a pile of silver bills and gold neatly placed.
"What do you mean?" she asked coldly, pointing at the gold and silver.
"W-what do you mean?" Su Guanqing pretended to be stupid.
Jiang Tong angrily said, "I bought that house in the capital myself. Don't you think I don't know how much it can be sold for? This money is enough to buy ten houses of that kind."
Jiang Taidou's pressure was no joke. Her face darkened, and Su Guanqing dared not hide it anymore.
"Actually, there's more than just the money from your house and land. There's also the money from me selling the Su house and the land deeds."
"What else?" Jiang Tong folded her arms and looked at him.
Su Guanqing could only explain: "And my salary during this period."
"What else?" Jiang Tong had sharp eyes and could already tell that there was a difference in the number.
"And the reward given by His Majesty after I resigned from office."
Jiang Tong asked, "So this is all your wealth?"
Su Guanqing nodded.
"Why give it to me?" Jiang Tong glared at him. "You want to use this money to coax me? Do you think I'm such a greedy person?"
"No," Su Guanqing explained hurriedly, "I just want to give it to you. I want to give you everything I have..."
Seeing that Jiang Tong still looked unhappy, he hurriedly added, "Besides, I have nowhere else to put it. If others see this much money, I might be murdered for my money. I'm all alone in Suicheng, and even if I die, I'm afraid no one will know..." His voice lowered.
However, Jiang Tong remained unmoved: "Su Guanqing, I didn't know you were so good at pretending to be pitiful now."
"No, no, Tongtong, everything I said is true. I don't know anyone here, and if even you don't want me, I'll really be homeless."
The word "homeless" struck the softest spot in Jiang Tong's heart.
Su Guanqing was not only alone and homeless in Guangzhou City?
She turned around and didn't look at Su Guanqing: "I don't mean to drive you away. If you don't have a place to put it, you can put it here temporarily. You can also live in my house forever."
Su Guanqing's expression suddenly brightened: "Tongtong, are you willing to make peace with me?"
"Let's put it this way," Jiang Tong turned around and pushed him out. "I'm just doing a good deed. Don't just take advantage of me."
Su Guanqing was pushed out of the door by her. He wanted to say something else, but when he turned around, the door closed on his nose.
Su Guanqing touched his nose, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
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The next morning, when Jiang Tong and Zhao Quesheng went out, Su Guanqing was already waiting at the gate. When he saw Jiang Tong coming, he greeted her with a smile.
"Master! Will you go to the shop with us?" Zhao Quesheng's eyes lit up when she saw her master.
"Yes," Su Guanqing replied to his disciple with a smile, then turned to Jiang Tong, "I don't know anyone here, and I have nowhere else to go..."
Jiang Tong ignored him and walked straight past him out the door.
Su Guanqing and Zhao Quesheng looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes. They both knew Jiang Tong's character. She didn't say no, which actually meant tacit consent.
When she arrived at Langfeng Pavilion, Zhao Quesheng seemed particularly excited. She took out all the paintings she had made in the past few days and asked her master to comment on them one by one.
Su Guanqing did not refuse. He pointed out the problems in her painting and demonstrated to her. His hand injury was now completely healed, and his brushstrokes were amazing. With just a few strokes, he was able to amaze Zhao Quesheng.
Seeing this opportunity, the other apprentices also followed suit and took the class. They all envied Zhao Quesheng for having such a great master.
Of course, they also wanted to worship Su Guanqing as their master, but when they saw Jiang Tong standing beside them with a gloomy face and obviously not liking Su Guanqing very much, they all became like quails and dared not say a word.
The only sound in the entire Langfeng Pavilion was Su Guanqing's gentle and detailed explanation.
After Su Guanqing finished showing the paintings to Zhao Quesheng, he also commented on the paintings of the remaining apprentices. Finally, after he finished, he had time to take a closer look at the Langfeng Pavilion.
Langfeng Pavilion has a structure of a shop in front and rooms in the back. The front is where the shopkeeper looks after the shop, and the back is where the apprentices live. There is also a special study for them to revise their paintings.
The painting room was spacious, and each apprentice had his or her own long red desk. Just now, Su Guanqing walked past their desks, helping them examine their paintings one by one.
Now he walked to an empty desk and saw a small-sized painting on it.
Su Guanqing recognized it as Jiang Tong's work at a glance. It was probably a demonstration painting for an apprentice. It was not finished, just a lonely bamboo on the paper.
Su Guanqing thought of the painting and the person, and realized that he was now just like the lonely ink bamboo, so he couldn't help but pick up his brush and draw another bamboo next to it to accompany it.
He already had a plan in mind, and with each stroke, he created a perfect match for the previous one. After finishing one bamboo, he felt it wasn't enough, so he added a postscript next to it: "Double bamboo shadows, two hearts one." "This scroll was completed with Yuequan Tingtong."
After Su Guanqing finished writing, he took a look and felt very satisfied. When he looked up, he was startled to see Jiang Tong standing across the table. He put down his brush a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, Tongtong, my hands were itching for a moment..."
Jiang Tong turned and left with an expressionless face.
Su Guanqing hurriedly chased after him: "Tongtong, are you still accepting disciples? I also want to learn painting."
As he spoke, he glanced at the "Double Bamboo Picture". He wanted to frame the painting himself. This time it must not be like the "Double Immortal Picture", because the framing skills were not up to standard and the painting was almost ruined.
"Yes," Jiang Tong said, but then added, "But I will only accept female disciples in my lifetime."
Su Guanqing's eyes, which had just lit up, dimmed again.
Jiang Tong ignored him and went to explain today's lessons to his disciples. Su Guanqing followed and listened, and Jiang Tong did not chase him away.
Su Guanqing was delighted to see this and listened even more attentively.
After the lecture, Jiang Tong assigned homework according to each person's situation.
"You have to cook a bowl of paste today. If it's too watery or too dry, you will have to eat it all for dinner!"
"As for you, practice making holes today until you can't pierce the center of the painting." Jiang Tong gave a look, and Zhao Quesheng handed the apprentice two prepared pieces of paper glued together.
"The brushstrokes are soft and weak..." Jiang Tong frowned as she looked at an apprentice's painting. "Don't do anything else today. Draw a thousand lines on the paper."
“…………”
Jiang Tong finished arranging everything one by one. When she turned around, she saw Su Guanqing, who had been following her closely, grinning at her: "Tongtong, what should I do?"
"You?" Jiang Tong saw that he was eager to try, looked around, and pointed at the apprentice who was going to make paste, "You go make paste like her. If you do well, you can have vegetables tonight."
Su Guanqing was overjoyed when he heard this: "I will definitely try my best!"
Zhao Quesheng, who was standing nearby, heard this and hurriedly pulled her master to his table and gave his tools to Su Guanqing.
Her current level of restoration has been approved by Jiang Tong, and she is ready to become a master. Jiang Tong did not assign her any homework just now, so she is now free to guide Su Guanqing step by step in making paste.
Jiang Tong saw it but didn't stop it.
When it was time to close the shop at night, Jiang Tong put his hands behind his back and checked and commented on the apprentices' homework one by one, and finally walked up to Su Guanqing.
Su Guanqing held the third pot of paste he had cooked, anxiously waiting for Jiang Tong's criticism.
He knew how strict Jiang Tong was about restoration. According to Zhao Quesheng, the pot he cooked was not even as good as the one the apprentice had to drink paste that night.
Sure enough, Jiang Tong frowned and looked at it, then said with disdain: "Don't even think about eating meat at this level..."
Su Guanqing lowered his head.
Jiang Tong raised the corners of his lips slightly: "...but the vegetables are still edible." Jiang Tong said and turned away.
When Su Guanqing looked up with joy, Jiang Tong had already walked to the side of the "Two Bamboos" painting. She lowered her head and looked at it, saying, "Take it. I'll take this one home."
Su Guanqing smiled so much that his eyes narrowed and his mouth almost stretched to his ears. He didn't ask Zhao Quesheng to do anything, but quietly rolled up the painting himself and followed Jiang Tong away with lightning speed.
The remaining apprentices were dumbfounded. One of them whispered to Zhao Quesheng, "Didn't they say we were supposed to copy the painting? How are we supposed to copy it now that we've taken it away?"
Zhao Quesheng glanced at her and put on the airs of a senior sister: "You have been reviewing this painting for a whole day. Can't you remember it? Just copy it silently."
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The weather in Guangzhou is different from that in Beijing. The weather always changes suddenly, leaving people no time to prepare.
Jiang Tong only realized it was raining when she was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of rain hitting the eaves.
She immediately woke up from all sleepiness, quickly got up, put on her clothes, gave the servant a few instructions, and went to the guest room.
Su Guanqing's door was closed. Jiang Tong put his ear to the door and indeed heard his painful groan.
"Guanqing?! Open the door." She knocked on the door hard, but Su Guanqing didn't hear her because the rain was too loud, or he was already confused by the pain, so there was no response from inside.
Jiang Tong took two steps back and looked around. Seeing that the window was not closed tightly, he was delighted and quickly opened the window and climbed in.
As soon as he entered, he saw Su Guanqing curled up in the corner of the bed in the darkness. In an instant, Jiang Tong's heart tightened.
"Guanqing!" Jiang Tong rushed over, knelt on one knee on the bed, and pulled Su Guanqing's shoulders. "How are you? Are you still in pain after the bone was re-set?"
Su Guanqing rolled over with her force, facing Jiang Tong. His voice trembled as he endured the pain: "It's okay, it's better than before."
"I've asked someone to boil some hot water. Just soak in it for a while." Jiang Tong held Su Guanqing's hand and rubbed his fingers vigorously as she did before.
"Tongtong..." Su Guanqing suddenly grabbed Jiang Tong's hand with such force that it was like a drowning person grabbing a glimmer of hope. "I was wrong before. I shouldn't have taken it for granted and misunderstood you. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"
Jiang Tong had actually calmed down a long time ago, and facing Guan Qing like this, her heart could not be hardened at all. She took out a hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and leaned down to give him a kiss.
"Okay." Her gentle voice came from the darkness.
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According to Jiang Tong, the wedding was not a grand affair, but necessary ceremonies were still required.
The day before the wedding, Jiang Tong took Su Guanqing's hand and took him to Langfeng Pavilion.
Langfeng Pavilion is actually not small. There is a shop in the front and several rooms in the back. Jiang Tong’s apprentices usually live there, and Jiang Tong himself occasionally lives here.
Today Jiang Tong gave his disciples a long holiday, asking them to go home for a day and come back to attend the wedding tomorrow.
There were only two of them left in Langfeng Pavilion.
Jiang Tong introduced the entire Langfeng Pavilion to Su Guanqing from front to back, and then he arranged a bed for Su Guanqing. By the time everything was arranged, it was almost dark.
"It's almost done. You stay here tonight. I'll leave first." After Jiang Tong said this, she looked around and saw that there was nothing else, so she started to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, Su Guanqing hugged her waist from behind.
"What are you doing?" Su Guanqing was rarely so proactive, which surprised Jiang Tong a little.
"I can't bear to see you go. You left and left me here alone." Su Guanqing buried his head in her neck and hummed.
Jiang Tong smiled and patted the back of his hand: "It's just one night. I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning. After the wedding ceremony, we won't have to be apart for a single day."
Su Guanqing muttered, "Then come early tomorrow... um..."
As she was speaking, Jiang Tong turned around and met Su Guanqing's somewhat aggrieved expression. Her heart softened, and she put her arms around Su Guanqing's neck, pulled him down, and blocked his mouth.
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On the wedding day, the groom's elders were supposed to send Su Guanqing to the bride's home. However, Su Guanqing had no relatives, so Jiang Huaishan volunteered to act as the groom's elders to pick up Su Guanqing.
While they were discussing the arrangements, they saw Jiang Tong, wearing a red wedding dress with wide sleeves, striding out of the house.
"Where are you going in your wedding dress?" Jiang Huaishan called her in surprise.
"Go and pick up Guan Qing." Jiang Tong stopped and replied.
"Nonsense!" Jiang Huaishan said, "It's not time yet! Who would pick up the bride so early in the morning? And if anyone is going, it should be me!"
Jiang Tong smiled and said, "Guan Qing is waiting for me. Don't bother Daddy. I'll go get him."
After saying that, he raised his foot and walked away.
Jiang Huaishan couldn't catch up with Jiang Tong. Seeing that she had already walked out the door, Jiang Huaishan jumped up and down anxiously: "You kid! Isn't this a mess?"
Zhong Wanci held him back: "If Tongtong says yes, then it's yes!"
Su Guanqing had already put on his wedding dress and was guarding the Langfeng Pavilion, feeling extremely restless.
Next to her was Zhao Quesheng, who had arrived earlier than Jiang Tong. She came over with a glass of water and said, "Master, if you really can't eat, how about some water?"
Su Guanqing shook his head and paced back and forth in the store nervously.
Suddenly there was a commotion outside the store.
"Oh, are you picking up new people?"
"What a magnificent bride!"
“…………”
Su Guanqing paused, feeling sweat on his palms: "Here it comes!"
Zhao Quesheng was also very happy and rushed to the front to open the shop door.
Outside the shop, Jiang Tong stood on the street, hands behind her back, dressed in a bright red wedding gown and a delicate, ornate phoenix crown on her head. Her slightest movement was a dazzling spectacle. The early morning sun shone brightly on her, making it impossible to look away.
Su Guanqing's eyes couldn't help but become a little dazed.
Jiang Tong stood there, looking into the house with a smile, and stretched out his hands: "Guan Qing, come home with me."
In an instant, Su Guanqing's heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly fell into a soft and warm place. He stepped out of the door, walked in front of Jiang Tong, and put his hand in Jiang Tong's palm.
He had been wandering for half his life, and at this moment, he finally found his home.
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The author has something to say: Please collect the next door "Hong Kong Gold Medal Screenwriter"~
Yan Shaowei traveled back to Hong Kong in the 1940s.
She was penniless, living on the streets, and had two dependents following her around.
As a god-level online writer in his previous life, Yan Shaowei could do nothing but tell stories.
She banged on bowls and became a street storyteller, filling her stomach by telling stories.
Later, she started to return to her old career, writing novels, writing screenplays, and making movies.
Soon, the people of Hong Kong discovered that there was a writer in the newspaper whose stories were all interesting.
At the same time, everyone also discovered that a talented screenwriter had emerged in a certain opera troupe.
That year, Yan Shaowei, with his profound writing skills, portrayed the image of an optimistic and strong street boy in his new book "The Story of Gou Wa", which brought tears to the eyes of Hong Kong readers.
Her books were adapted into radio dramas, sung on the streets by storytellers, and even turned into major plays...
That year, Yan Shaowei's play "The Substitute Bride" made the opera troupe, which was unable to sell tickets and was about to disband, become popular in Hong Kong.
The critics were impressed: "She is like using a pair of scissors to precisely cut out the dregs in traditional opera. What a keen eye! And what courage!"
That year, the movie written and directed by Yan Shaowei broke out of Hong Kong, broke out of Asia, and broke out into the world.
After watching her performance, a famous director from Europe and America wanted to become her apprentice: "She has already mastered the techniques and paths that we are still exploring!"
ps:
1. Main career line.
2. They cannot write about historical figures and real events, they just make them up.
3. The protagonist’s name is taken from “The three-foot sword in the box, the Shaowei star in the sky”.
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