Chapter 522: Accepting Apprentices

Qinghe Tea House.

In the private room of the tea house with incense, an old man in a gray tunic suit sat on a cushion and sipped tea, with a relaxed expression as if he was waiting for someone.

The private room is not closed. Directly opposite the closed door are two French windows that are opened.

Outside the window, you can see a piece of green bamboo and artificial rockery. Under the extended balcony, there is gurgling water. If you look down, you can see a few expensive fish swimming in it.

The final of the traditional Chinese painting competition, which was supposed to be held long ago, was postponed because of Shen Yuxin and Luo Ji's affairs, and the curtain came to an end yesterday.

The competition that originally intended to select outstanding painters, but because of the interference of people with good intentions, cast a haze on this competition.

After waiting for a while, the person he was waiting for arrived late.

The person who came was Yang Qianshan, who was known as a master of Chinese painting.

Yang Qianshan is tall and tall, and despite his age, he looks a little younger than his peers.

Unfortunately, the tired look on his face made him look not in good spirits.

"Why do you look so unhappy, old man?"

After listening to his old friend's complaints, Yang Qianshan was not polite: "You think you are so good, you keep a straight face all day, no wonder you were sent to a nursing home."

"You..., did I get sent there? I went in by myself." Wen Zhongyang retorted dissatisfiedly, "Besides, what's wrong with going to a nursing home? If you don't have so many companions, you can give your children peace of mind." .”

Yang Qianshan seemed to have blocked his hearing: "Except for me with your bad temper, do you have any friends?"

"Why do I have no friends anymore!" Wen Zhongyang was suddenly stunned, as if whoever made the loudest voice was justified.

Yang Qianshan seemed to have seen through the truth of the matter: "If you really have friends, you will come to Jincheng from all the way to find me to play with, so you miss me so much?"

Wen Zhongyang gritted his teeth when he was hated. He had a bad temper when he was young, and few people can bear it.

He was suppressed many times because of his temper. If Yang Qianshan hadn't helped him a few times, he would be an ordinary vegetable grower in the countryside now.

The two have known each other for decades, and have been arguing for decades. The relationship is good, and it doesn't prevent them from complaining to each other at all.

"There's nothing to say, you're an old bastard, and I can bear you."

Yang Qianshan swept away the gloom before, and his tone became much more relaxed.

Wen Zhongyang gritted his teeth: "Old things, don't put gold on your face. I wouldn't come to you if something happened."

Hearing this, Yang Qianshan hummed twice, completely unbelieving.

"Xie Feng, are you the grandson of your family?"

Hearing Xie Feng's name, Yang Qianshan glanced at him suspiciously, why did he mention that monkey at home so well?

"It's our boy, what happened to him?"

In view of Xie Feng's troublesome temperament before, Yang Qianshan's first thought was naturally that his son caused trouble again?

It shouldn't be, his brother-in-law is so serious, and Xie Fan has been in Jincheng, this brat hasn't caused trouble for a long time, so it's not possible for the old man to come and sue him.

Wen Zhongyang cut to the chase and said, "I want to see that kid, come with me."

Now Yang Qianshan was even more puzzled, two people who couldn't get together at all, how could they meet each other.

"Why are you looking for him?" Yang Qianshan asked curiously, "Did he not recruit you?"

"Apprentice."

I don't know why, when Wen Zhongyang said this, Yang Qianshan felt the excitement under his calm demeanor.