"You" Jiang Yi was so angry that his cheeks flushed.
But it was his appearance that made the group laugh unscrupulously.
"Jiangyi," Uncle Zhao called him, "you go and get busy with something else first." ” Jiang Yi went out in anger.
"Just this kid, what do you say you tease him," the table mates laughed.
"He himself is so poor that he jingles, if Uncle Zhao hadn't taken him in, he wouldn't even be able to eat a mouthful of food now" "Then what about daydreaming, he also thinks that he has the ability of those people in Qingwu City, and can slay demons and demons like those people."
"If he really has that ability, will he still use it to do chores in this small wine shop?"
"I can't say that, let me tell you, I have a cousin who used to buy paintings from Jiangyi.
My cousin admired Jiang Yi's paintings very much, and said that his painting skills were perfect, but the things he painted were weird, and they were bull-headed and horse-faced and ghostly rakshasas, and they were terrible to look at.
The person on the side said, "My cousin, who is a talented person, offered to let Jiang Yi paint a peony for him, and was willing to pay ten taels of silver as a reward, but do you know, this kid actually rejected him, he was poor like this, and he actually told my cousin what kind of temperament, he would never change the direction of his paintings for ten taels of silver."
"This kid is crazy, ten taels of silver, he doesn't paint a peony" "But it's not, he doesn't want to paint a peony for ten taels of silver, so he will draw some strange things, and he will inevitably be called crazy."
Zhao Bo listened quietly on the side, he turned his head to look at the busy figure of Jiangyi behind the wine shop, and he was also more and more worried.
Jiang Yi's pursuit of some things in his heart has reached the extreme, he is willing to pour all his efforts into the ghost portrait, Zhao Bo has seen Jiang Yi's paintings, it is undeniable that Jiang Yi is a very talented painter.
But these things he painted were not accepted for a while, he looked so lonely, even if he gave desperately, there was no return, how long could this dream of persevering last?
In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Yi is undoubtedly a madman, a poor scholar who is full of thoughts and does not know what to think, he has been reading for ten years but has not even made a name for himself, and he is committed to painting to depict customs and customs, but he is not accepted by the world.
As those people say, they would rather draw a peony for ten taels of silver than appreciate the painter's elaborate paintings.
This is the sorrow of this age However, there are only a few people who bravely move forward against the needs of the times, and how many talents are buried in them, and in the end they can't even eat.
Uncle Zhao thought, he is still alive, this wine shop is open, at least he can help Jiang Yi and let Jiang Yi have a bite to eat.
If one day he dies, even if he leaves this wine shop to Jiangyi, whether Jiangyi can continue to open again, and what Jiangyi can do in the end.
He couldn't help but worry about Jiang Yi's future, and he saw many shadows of his youth from Jiang Yi.
At night, the tables and chairs were cleaned up and the doors were closed.
Jiang Yi turned around and said to Uncle Zhao, who was still counting the money, "Uncle Zhao, it's all done, then I'll go back first." ” "Wait."
Uncle Zhao suddenly stopped Jiang Yi, "Jiang Yi, you can leave later, let's talk." ” "Huh."
Jiang Yi returned to the wine shop suspiciously, and Zhao Bo took a small jar of fine wine and sat down at the table.
Signaling that he would do the same, Jiang Yi looked at Uncle Zhao, and gradually, "Uncle Zhao, what's wrong with you today?"
"It's nothing, it's just that people are old and always want to talk to someone."
Uncle Zhao's smile was very reluctant, and even Jiang Yi could see that he was powerless.
"Jiang Yi, you won't dislike me for talking too much, old man."
"How so?"
Jiang Yi brought the bowl over, sat down on the side, and lifted the jar and poured the wine in the bowl.
"Uncle Zhao, I didn't have a father when I was a child, and then my mother also died of illness, and you helped me to bury my mother.
In my heart, you and my father are actually the same, if you have something in your heart, don't hold back. ” Uncle Zhao was very satisfied, and Jiang Yi did not disappoint him.
"Alas, it's been thirty-three years in the blink of an eye, and now I'm old and think about it, in fact, I really envy you" "Envy me" Jiang Yi was full of surprise, not knowing what Uncle Zhao envied him, "Uncle Zhao, what do you envy me." ” "I envy you for being young, without scruples, fearless, and I also envy your persistence, your courage and responsibility."
Uncle Zhao picked up the bowl and drank the wine cleanly.
"I didn't have the perseverance of yours back then, I was timid, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to eat in the future, so you know, what did I do before I opened this restaurant?"
Jiang Yi looked at it a few times, but he couldn't guess it, and shook his head, "Uncle Zhao, I really can't see it." ” "No wonder.
I've put down the pen for thirty-three years, and I haven't been reading and writing for a long time, you look at my hands" Zhao Bo stretched out his hand, "Look, where is there still a pen to hold, this rough, I'm afraid that this hand on the paper, can cut the paper." ” In the past 33 years, in order to make a living, he opened this wine shop, brewing and selling wine, sunrise and sunset, and the rough work he usually does, he has already ruined a pair of hands that he was most proud of in the past for 33 years and has never picked up his pen again "Uncle Zhao, were you also a painter before" Jiang Yi realized it, but he followed Uncle Zhao for all these years, but he didn't see it at all, he really didn't feel like it.
"Not really, but it's pretty much the same."
Uncle Zhao said, "I used to be a showman in the village, at the age of twelve, at the age of twelve, I was admitted to the show, even my father and mother were proud of me, don't mention the days at that time, the people in the village mentioned me, who didn't praise me for a sentence or two, they all think, when I take the exam again, I will be ranked in the top three, and then become a big official."
However, when I took the exam, I was unexpectedly brushed off."
"Maybe I didn't play well for a while, but I can't take the exam again," Jiang Yi asked, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
But Uncle Zhao waved his hand and said, "Don't take the test, don't take the test again" Jiang Yi was so surprised that he couldn't speak, at least he wouldn't think that Zhao Bo was the kind of person who couldn't withstand the blow, but it was impossible to completely give up on himself once he fell off the list.
"If I don't play well, if I don't write well, yes, I admit it if I don't make the list" Thinking of the events of the year, Uncle Zhao felt unbearable, "But is it that I didn't write well, isn't it someone cheating, my answer sheet inexplicably wrote someone else's name, this person, from Xiucai to Juren, to Gongshi and then to Jinshi, all the way to the top, and now the high-ranking official Houlu is not good enough, there is still hope, but what I am afraid of is this environment" Qingwu Demon Strange Talk :