Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 311 Backing

"What's wrong? He Xiao, who did you argue with? I heard your yelling next door."

Lou Xiao'e looked at the broken porcelain and paintings on the ground, and was full of curiosity.

"Nothing, an immortal person who relies on his old age."

Seeing Lou Xiao'e squatting down and trying to pick up the painting on the ground, He Xiao hurried over and stopped her.

"Mom, stop watching, save yourself bad luck."

As he said that, he stepped on the painting on the ground a few more steps.

What a thing? An unknown young painter dared to shout in his room and really regarded himself as a character.

The more I thought about it, the more angry he became. He Xiao felt that he was even more scolding.

Aunt Qin happened to come in from outside, and he asked curiously: "Is that old guy gone?"

"Well, after leaving our house, a young man helped him leave."

"Don't worry, the old man is straightforward and straight, and he is different from that Li Ping."

It’s not just money, but with so many famous paintings, I can do a lot of things.

He Xiao looked down and felt quite interesting.

He really forgot this level, but it doesn't matter, how could he say that...

When she saw the old man, Lou Xiaoe didn't hide it. She put down her things and told her all the causes and consequences.

At that time, she was in her prime. In a blink of an eye, she became old and her son grew up. Time flies so fast.

"I knew there were people waiting outside. If no one instructed me, this immortal would not come to me."

This unlucky guy doesn't know when he will be able to come out of the labor reform farm.

When the capital fell, Xiaotian forced the old man to do things for them, but the man flatly refused, even if he was persecuted, he never spoke up.

He Xiao was stunned and then understood.

After a while, she turned her head to Aunt Qin and said, "Pack with paintings, wrap these broken porcelains, wrap them better, and don't tie them up."

He didn't dare to doubt anything anymore, so he followed Lou Xiao'e and went there.

Lou Xiao'e glanced at He Xiao, and saw that her son wanted to speak but stopped. She knew what her son was worried about, and she explained:

He Xiao insulted him so much just now, and I am afraid that when he goes back, he will spread the matter. Then he will process it again and his son's reputation in the cultural world will become bad.

When Lou Xiao'e heard this, she was a little embarrassed. She had never heard of this.

"I'm just too angry. You didn't see Li Pingyi's shameless appearance just now, otherwise you would have to scold him."

If he were Xu Wenruo, he would probably not let go easily.

He Xiao thought about it and frowned and said, "There is a tyrant and a debt. This old guy is just a pawn. Don't worry, you have to find the guy behind him. Then Li Wenruo may not give up easily."

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He Xiao walked forward and told Lou Xiao'e what had just happened.

However, when the old man came to Beijing to learn painting, he made a living by pulling a rickshaw at night, so he might have really pulled his father.

Lou Xiao'e shook her head, and she remembered some things from the past.

Lou Xiao'e shook her head. She had never heard of this person before, and it seemed that she was indeed not famous.

Lou Xiaoe shook her head. She knew culture best.

As he said that, Lou Xiao'e looked at her son again, "You will come with me later to see someone. Humph, Li Ping first threw our tea bowl and scolded him. I think who dares to say that you are wrong."

"Slow down!"

He Xiao poured some tea, picked it up and took a few sips.

"Mom, it's okay, what a broken association, I don't look at it. Besides, I'll go back to Xiangjiang immediately. If I don't have a good reputation, I won't have it."

Forehead……

"You are wrong, then... Don't be honest with me, but he has been in the cultural world for so many years, and he must have some connections."

Thinking of her son's swearing, she wanted to laugh again, "He Xiao, when did your mouth become so poisonous?"

This painting was given to them by the old man. When they came, they took one painting and when they left, they also took one.

He Xiao heard this and felt awe.

After a while, when the two left, they held another painting in their hands.

He looked up at Lou Xiao'e and smiled again, "I just came to Beijing and pulled a rickshaw and pulled your dad. In a blink of an eye, you are so old."

Isn't he just a painter? He is not afraid of these things.

Lou Xiaoe frowned and stopped the two of them. The more she listened, the more she became more confused.

Lou Xiao'e shook her head, and she sat on the chair and thought for a while.

"Oh, it's all bad fate. I wouldn't have come if I had known it."

It’s so good to scold people, but it’s too much to slap.

"Mom, the old man said so. The person surnamed Xu will not bother me again, right?"

The paintings in his hand will be worth a lot of money in the future.

"That's not possible. You are a member of my Lou family. You can't suffer any losses and swallow them in your stomach."

The old man slapped the table and was very angry.

Seeing that his son was a little unbelievable, Lou Xiaoe said something about the past.

"Li Wenruo's master and the apprentice of Mr. Bai Shi."

"Yeah, the immortal name is Li Pingyi, who seems to be a painter, but I promise he must be unfamous."

He Xiao stood aside and listened quietly.

"Didn't you say he is still a member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association? What did he say about you after he went back? Have you considered it?"

A person with this kind of character is different from a guy who relies on his or her seniority.

He kicked the painting on the ground and said disgusted: "Aunt Qin, take out the garbage and use it to boil water at noon."

"What are you going to do about this?"

Fish look for fish, shrimp look for shrimp, and turtles look for turtles. I'm afraid that those who can get along with the old man are not good.

"I dare not, I dare not."

When he met someone, he had something to do with the Lou family. He felt that the circle was so small.

"Nonshuo, for some calligraphy and painting, I lost all my junior brother's face."

Looking at He Xiao, she thought of Sha Zhu again.

Originally, this time I brought my son to the capital to make the father and son recognize each other. Now, one is not called dad at all, and the other is in a labor reform farm because of beating someone.

Shaking his head, he lost interest.

Walking to the table and sitting down, she looked at her son and said, "He Xiao, who is the old man? You just said it to your mother without saying anything about what happened just now."

"I'm sure it was Xu Wenruo who invited him. I'm so old. I still want to respect the elderly. Who knows that he is so shameless. Even those who paint me will not give them a single one of them."

"It's hard to say, but no one in the calligraphy and painting industry will bother you."

"Don't worry, I will say something to Wen Ruo so that he will no longer bother you."

He Xiao was very curious, and he asked quickly: "Who are you going to pay homage to?"

He Xiao frowned and spat hard.

He also asked the background of the immortality clearly. They were all from the calligraphy and painting world, and it was useless to him.

"Li Pingyi?"

He Xiao was stunned, turned his head and asked, "Mom, what were you talking about?"

"It's nothing, He Xiao, if you have something to do in the capital, do it as soon as possible. We're going back to Xiangjiang."

Lou Xiao'e murmured to herself, and she felt endless regrets in her heart.

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(End of this chapter)