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"Reluctance to give up love?"

Xu Jingye didn't understand Lin Ye's words for a while.

Lin Ye ignored him, but still looked at Jian Luo with burning eyes.

"Little girl, don't you remember me?"

Jian Luo touched her head, her long eyelashes flickered, did she know this old Lin whom she had always admired?

Qiao Rongan smiled and said, "Grandpa, do you still remember Luoluo?"

"How can I not remember? She is somewhat similar to her mother, Yaqin, but she is more aura. Didn't Yaqin say that she wrote a good composition at that time? I still remember that she read aloud the little poems she wrote in front of everyone. .”

Jian Luo touched her head shyly, and smiled shyly. It turns out that she wrote short poems at such a young age?What are you writing?

Lin Yefu turned his face to Xu Jingye and said, "How about it? Leave your little granddaughter to me. Are you reluctant?"

Only then did Xu Jingye come back to his senses, Leha pointed at Lin Ye, "Okay! You old bastard, I said that when I heard that I came to see my granddaughter, you were more energetic than me, so you were planning on my granddaughter."

Lin Ye's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly: "You can't be so stingy, can you?"

When Jian Luo heard this, she stomped her feet: "Grandpa!"

Just think about the literary world, who wouldn't want to worship under the name of this world literary master, and people can't ask for it, what kind of spectacle is this grandpa?

Xu Jingye slashed his beard, "It's not impossible to leave it to you, but it's not good if you take her with you," Xu Jingye said "hehe" twice, "Be careful of your title of literary master!"

Lin Ye looked at Jian Luo with his chin confidently, "My old eyes are not dizzy."

Seeing that all the luggage had been packed, Qiao Rongan greeted them and said, "Grandpa Xu, grandpa, don't stand outside, go in and talk."

"Grandpa, why did you come to Yunchuan?"

Jian Luo intimately took Xu Jingye's hand into the suite.Xu Jingye and Lin Ye live in a big suite.

"Shenzhou cultural and art circles held a national exchange meeting of art masters and invited us old people to participate. Your grandpa Lin originally refused to come and asked me if I would come. I said my granddaughter was here. Of course I would come. When he heard , Immediately said that he would come too."

After the group settled down, Lin Ye hurriedly discussed with Xu Jingye about Jian Luo's worship under his name.

Many literary masters in China are students of Lin Ye, and now many of them are doctoral supervisors of famous universities. It can be said that Lin Ye's disciples and grandchildren are everywhere.

As for Jian Luo, she cast herself directly under Lin Ye's sect at a young age, leaving many people behind.

The apprenticeship ceremony is simple but solemn, adopting the most down-to-earth traditional folk mode.

Jian Luo went back and changed into a traditional dress. Wen Yikai also expressed his support when he heard that she was going to worship under Lin Ye's sect.

"Since it is an apprenticeship, the apprenticeship ceremony is necessary."

"Grandpa said, Mr. Lin has always liked a landscape painting by grandpa, and grandpa was not willing to part with it. This time, for my apprenticeship ceremony, he reluctantly gave it to me as a teacher's apprenticeship ceremony."

"Of course that's good, but it belongs to grandpa after all. Let me prepare a red envelope for you to show my heart."

"No, I'll seal one myself, but it's only thirty to fifty thousand."

Jian Luo thought, it would be no problem to seal a red envelope of [-] to [-] yuan by herself.With the addition of grandpa's paintings, it shouldn't be rude.

"It's better for me to prepare it for you, and you can put it in the painting for Mr. Lin later."

Jian Luo thought about it, and she really didn't prepare cash for the time being, so she wouldn't send a wechat to Mr. Lin, right?It was also prepared by Wen Yikai.

After the dinner, in the room of Xu Jingye and Lin Ye, a simple but grand apprenticeship ceremony was held for Jian Luo.

Xu Jingye and Lin Ye invited Bai Jiaxing and Zhao Zhenjing to be witnesses. Mr. Bai is a master in calligraphy, and Mr. Zhao is an inheritor of opera.

After the witnesses spoke, Xu Jingye also spoke, and then Jian Luo served tea and paid homage.

Qiao Rongan, Wen Rukai, and Qin Xiaoying all participated in Jian Luo's apprenticeship ceremony.Wen Yikai avoided her because she couldn't disclose her relationship with Jian Luo temporarily.

Holding the steaming red robe in her hands, Jian Luo knelt on her knees, holding the tea high above her eyebrows.

"Teacher, please use tea!"

"Good! Good!"

Lin Ye blushed and took the teacup, smelled it, and said, "It smells so good!"

Then he took a few sips, "The best Dahongpao, the best tea. Disciple, get up."

He lifted Jane Luo with both hands, and stuffed her with a big bulging red envelope.

Jian Luo took the red envelope, took a tray from etiquette, and presented it to Lin Ye.

"Teacher, this is a small gift from the students, please accept it."

Xu Jingye looked at Lin Ye with a smile, Lin Ye took the tray, saw a scroll with a painting on it, and glanced at Xu Jingye.

"Old Lin, open it and have a look."

Xu Jingye smiled.

Lin Ye took the scroll, carefully placed it on the table, and slowly rolled it out.

I can only see the continuous love of the mountains in the painting, the clouds and mist are dark, and the mountains, rivers, trees and rocks are hidden in the ethereal haze. The whole painting is plain and deep, vast and deep.

The whole painting and the flowers are painted with ink, which is light and moist. The mountains and rocks are painted with brushes, while the bottom of the hillside is covered with mottled texture, which is thick and vigorous.

Lin Ye was fascinated by watching, and before he could make a sound, there was a sigh beside him, "Mr. Xu, this time it's a cut!"

It turned out to be the most classic copy of Xu Jingye's work for more than ten years. Dong Yuan's "Xiaoxiang Picture", because the original work is in the collection of the Kyoto Museum, no one has ever obtained this authentic work.

For this reason, countless people copied his work.And the most famous one in the country is the copy of Xu Jingye, the master of painting and calligraphy.

It is also for this reason that Lin Ye has been holding the title for several years but has not been able to get it. Not wanting to accept Jane today, Xu Jingye reluctantly gave up.

Lin Ye was so excited that he lightly touched the drawing paper with his hand. After touching it for a long time, he sighed, "It's worth it! It's really worth it!"

He gently closed the scroll and tied it up with his own hands, only to find that there was a red envelope behind the painting.

"For me?"

He was a little surprised.

"Yes, a little care for the teacher."

"Huh?" Lin Ye shook his head, "That's unnecessary, this is enough!"

"Teacher, this is for good luck, not much."

"The child gave it to you, take it."

Seeing Bobo, Lin Ye didn't think much of it, so he didn't refuse any more, and accepted it together with the painting.

After the ceremony was over and everyone went back to their rooms, Lin Ye took out the painting to admire alone. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't put it down.After standing in front of the painting and admiring it for an hour or two, I was reluctant to close it and tie it up, only to see the unopened red envelope just now.

He opened it and looked at it. It was thin. It turned out to be a check. Also, young people nowadays don't bring any cash.

When I opened the check, my eyes widened immediately. I couldn't help but wiped my eyes and looked again. After reading it several times, I suddenly shouted: "Old Xu! Are you selling your granddaughter?"