Xia Yuhui smiled and nodded. The two sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries. Xia Yuhui was obviously an open-minded person. His conversation was humorous, yet he retained the elegance of a scholar and looked very reliable.
Then Xia Yuhui asked her, "I heard that Miss Tang wants to hire a legal advisor. I am not talented, but I am quite knowledgeable in criminal law, finance, and paperwork. I wonder if Miss Tang thinks it's possible?"
Tang Shiyue smiled and said, "I see you've brought two carts of books, aren't you planning to stay?"
Xia Yuhui laughed: "That also requires the young master's approval."
Tang Shiyue said righteously, "You came here with all your wealth with just a letter from the gentleman because you believe in him, and of course I believe in him too..." She suddenly smiled like a fox and changed the subject, "But, as a profiteer, I will lower the price if you do this."
Xia Yuhui laughed out loud.
After she teased him like this, his distant and polite attitude immediately dropped.
Xia Yuhui smiled and said, "I have nothing to do at home all day long. Besides, I have never seen Wen Qu praise someone so much. It's as if if I don't come, I will give up my fame to someone else... How can I not come?"
Tang Shiyue quickly grasped the key point: "Mr. praised me? How did he praise me? How many pages did he praise me for?" Xia Yuhui choked, blinked her eyes, and changed the topic: "How many words?"
Xia Yuhui: “…”
...
...
He looked silently at Xu Wenqu. The latter laughed. He knew without asking that she must have remembered that he had scolded Wang for an hour. It was said that many people had written it down, dozens of pages...
Xu Wenqu smiled and said, "When I become a king and have a family, I will definitely write a book about your life. It will be a thick book."
Tang Shiyue was satisfied and said with a smile: "Thank you in advance, sir!"
Qi Jing sat aside and glanced at her silently, but Tang Shiyue didn't pay any attention.
Facing someone she was meeting for the first time but with whom she would most likely work in the long term, she was in full swing mode and didn't really notice Qi Xiaolang.
The driver came in and asked, "Mr. Xia, do you want to unload the stuff?"
"Yes, that's right." Tang Shiyue stood up and asked, "Mr. Xia, do you want to live alone or in the martial arts hall?"
Xu Wenqu interrupted and said, "Just live with me."
Xu Wenqu's house is much larger than Tang Shiyue's stone house. The front courtyard is very large and has no wing rooms. But in addition to the study and flower hall in the front, there is also a row of bedrooms in the back. Now only Tang Junchen often stays there, and the others all live in the stone house, so some of the rooms are empty.
Xia Yuhui agreed, and everyone followed him to help him clean up.
In fact, there was nothing much to pack. Xia Yuhui didn't bring any bedding or anything like that. He only brought books and some ink, inkstone and other things.
Tang Shiyue went out and called Chen Jiu, and asked him to go to the town to buy everything he needed.
When he came back, he saw Xu Wenqu and the other person unfolding a painting and looking at it together. Xu Wenqu was obviously very surprised: "I didn't expect you to have the original painting of the Border Town Wasteland in your hand."
Xia Yuhui protected it with his hands like a child, "This is the only one I have, don't even think about taking it away."
"Why are you so stingy!"
"It's not that I'm stingy, but Border Town Wasteland hasn't produced any new works in a few years. Many people have speculated that he has passed away... If he has really retired or is no longer alive, then these paintings he left behind will be the last of their kind."
Xu Wenqu pondered for a moment, and his excitement subsided: "That's right. If it's true..." He shook his head and stopped talking.
Tang Shiyue looked at it curiously.
The painting seemed to show an ordinary farm family. A woman was washing clothes by the stream with a blank look on her face. At the gate of a nearby farmyard, a young man was looking at her from afar with a complicated expression. Under a tree at the gate of the farmhouse, an old woman sitting on a stool was also looking at the young man with a squint.
In short, the hatred and grudges between the three people are so vivid that it can be seen through the paper, not to mention the surrounding scenery. If this is taken to the "Picture Story Telling" class in school, I guess dozens of versions can be easily told.
What’s interesting is that although he is not a meticulous painter, he is very good at capturing the characteristics. With just a few strokes, the character’s expression comes to life on paper.
Xia Yuhui turned around and saw her, so he asked her, "Little Boss, what do you think?"
Tang Shiyue said without hesitation: "I still like the paintings by you, sir."
"Oh?" Xia Yuhui asked, "Ask about the painting?"
Xu Wenqu smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I am far inferior to him in calligraphy and painting."
"I know, the styles are different!" Tang Shiyue said, "I just prefer your painting style."
Xia Yuhui asked: "Why?"
"Because," Tang Shiyue thought for a moment, "How should I put it? Your paintings are full of fairy spirit, while this person's paintings are very down-to-earth. Let's take the simplest example. If they were both asked to draw a beauty, yours would definitely be as pretty as a flower, while this person would definitely draw pockmarks on the face, faded hairpins on the head, stains on the clothes... etc. It's too realistic."
She frowned and said, "There is a story in the painting, but this story makes people feel depressed. It is not as good as the painting by you, which makes people feel better after reading it."
"There are stories in the paintings," Xia Yuhui nodded repeatedly, "This statement speaks out the essence of Border Town Wasteland's paintings."
Tang Shiyue added: "I think this person must be unhappy."
Xia Yuhui asked: "Oh?"
She said: "Let's compare him to Mr. Wang. Although he has experienced setbacks, his paintings still give people a feeling of high morale, that is, the kind of confidence and confidence that 'as long as I want, fame and fortune are within my reach'. But this person, the feeling he gives me... He doesn't observe these people for the sake of painting, but he sees the joys and sorrows of these people, feels about himself, and then expresses it through calligraphy and painting."
She thought for a moment and said, "I think his unhappiness is not the kind of unhappiness that comes from being frustrated or worried about the country and the people. It's... the kind of unhappiness that comes from having your wings tied up."
She was just talking casually. The three people's attention was on the painting. No one noticed Qi Jing standing next to them, with a complicated expression that he couldn't hide.
Before she could turn her head to look at him, he quickly turned around and walked out.
"He is not unhappy in the sense of being frustrated or worried about the country and the people. He is unhappy in the sense of a bird with its wings tied up."
She was right. At that time, wasn't my father like a bird in a cage?
This young lady is truly insightful. Perhaps it is precisely because she is not an "expert" that she can better see what is hidden in the painting.
If her parents were still alive, they would definitely like her very much...
Qi Jing sighed silently.
Tang Shiyue patted him from behind: "What are you doing? Just stand here by yourself!"
Qi Xiaolang calmed himself down.
If he told her that they were having a lively conversation and he couldn't get a word in, he would feel like a child asking for candy.
So he said maturely and calmly: "Do you think I'm boring?"
"Hmm?" Tang Shiyue looked at him curiously: "What else? Do you still think you are interesting?"
Qi Jing: “…”
He pursed his lips tightly.
Because of his good looks, Tang Shiyue gave him a bowl of chicken soup: "Don't be too greedy. The best words are not necessarily the most suitable for you. For example, if someone says that I look pure, I will definitely think he is blind. Is pure a good word? Of course it is, but it doesn't suit me! I usually only like people to praise me for being stunningly beautiful, praising me for being a peerless beauty, praising me for being so beautiful that fish can sink to the bottom of the water, geese can fall, and the moon can hide in shame..."
Qi Jing: “…”
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