Now he has completely given up the idea of getting married to the Guo family, not only because of the hatred between Xie Yinyue and Guo Qingya, but also because he himself feels that there is a Milky Way between him and Guo Qingya.
No matter how hard he tries, he can't get along.
Build a magpie bridge leading to her.
This realization pained him.
He stroked the bamboo silk paintings and envied Jiang Minghui in his heart.
At least, he had the experience of creating bamboo silk paintings with her.
When he was in a trance, he was woken up by Fang Chu.
After listening to his elder brother's instructions, he nodded and said: "Brother, go ahead."
When Fang Chu saw his absent-minded look, he sighed inwardly and called Shi Duo out.
Tianhu Lake in late autumn is especially lonely with messy lotuses and yellowing grass and trees.
The two of them took a small boat and swung towards the center of the lake.
Fang Chu quietly looked at the lake and pondered.
He intuitively felt that Xie Yinyue's behavior was unusual.
He couldn't think of the reason, and he suspected that he was judging a gentleman with a villain's heart.
If he always didn't trust her like this, how could they spend a long life together in the future.
"Brother Fang, Brother Fang" Shi Duo called him while shaking the paddle skillfully.
"What's the matter?"
Fang Chu turned around and asked.
"You can't hear what you're thinking even if I call you."
Shi Duo asked doubtfully.
"Uh, I just remembered something and I didn't hear it."
Fang Chu covered it up.
"Haha, you are thinking about thanking the eldest lady, brother.
I would like to advise you that the matter of thanking the eldest lady is over, and she knows she was wrong, so don't worry about it.
Who has never done something wrong in this life?
It's better to think about bamboo silk painting.
My brother will go to sea at the end of November.
You should make good arrangements during this period and try to prepare more goods."
Shi Duolue persuaded him and started talking about business.
"Don't worry, my younger brother has told them to rush to work."
Fang Chu said. turn out to be.
He deliberately limited the sales of bamboo silk paintings, but first expanded the market overseas.
"That's good.
I have something to do tomorrow, otherwise I would like to go and have a look with you."
Shi Duo said.
"I'll go back to my old house in a few days and have to stay for a while.
If you have time when you come back, come find me.
I'll be there."
Fang Chu said.
"Okay.
Why, you're not going to the capital anymore?"
Shi Duo asked.
"I won't go for now."
Fang Chu replied firmly.
He is not worried about Xie Yinyue, nor is he worried about Guo Qingma Why.
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He couldn't tell himself clearly.
"Send a message later to ask Yuan'er to come back." he thought.
Several shops in the capital have been properly arranged.
All they need to do is arrange competent stewards to take care of them.
Yuan'er is smart and clever.
He is the most useful person to him, so Qingyuan can only be left to him.
He didn't want anyone else to get involved in this mess.
Fang Chu and Shi Duo floated leisurely on the lake for a while, then returned to Zuixian Tower and drank and dined with everyone.
They just dispersed.
After arriving home, Fang Chu settled the accounts in the study.
Today is a good income again.
This result did not make him happy.
He sat in a daze.
Business is so good.
If we look into the reason carefully, it is because of this murder case that Jiang Minghui and his bamboo silk paintings spread throughout Jiangnan and the capital in the shortest time.
Jiang Minghui is dead.
Jiangzhuzhai was closed, and bamboo silk paintings became something that could not be obtained.
At this time, the Fang family's bamboo silk paintings happened to be opening in the capital.
Naturally attracting the attention of buyers.
It was okay in the capital, but Xia Zhao's craze made him a little embarrassed.
Weng and clam fight.
He became a profitable fisherman He got up, went to the secret cabinet in the back room and took out a slender rosewood box, placed it on the round table in the middle of the room, opened it, took out a scroll, and slowly unfolded it.
This is a bamboo silk painting titled Spring River Misty Rain Picture.
The misty and rainy river scene looked very familiar to him.
It’s not that he has been to the places in the painting, but there are many similar river scenes, typical of Jiangnan flavor.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt as if he had entered a painting, leaning on the low couch in the cabin, listening to the gentle breeze and drizzle on the river, which promoted the prosperity of vegetation.
If you listen carefully again, you will find a wisp of piano sound coming from somewhere, which is refreshing to your heart.
This is compiled according to the original manuscript of Qing Ya.
Since it was sent, he has never shown it in front of anyone.
He wanted to give it to Guo Qingya, but hesitated because he was sure she would not accept it.
He was immersed in the painting "listening to the piano", and outside Chang'er shouted: "Young Master, Uncle Xia is here."
Fang Chu woke up with a start, put away the painting carefully, and hurried out.
Xia Liuxing and several teenagers came to ask for bamboo silk paintings.
Fang Chu let everyone into the living room of the main room to wait for tea, and ordered people to bring bamboo silk paintings.
Viewing those bamboo silk paintings that were completely different from paper paintings, they also had a fresh and elegant charm and special visual effects.
Everyone was amazed and praised the paintings as better than those produced by Jiang Zhuzhai, and could only be compared to those made by Jiang Minghui himself.
Only Xia Liuxing remained silent and savored each painting carefully.
Fang Chu accompanied him and watched him calmly.
After reading everything, Xia Liuxing raised his eyes, looked at Fang Chu and said with a smile: "It turns out that Master Fang is the biggest winner."
His tone was a little unfair and a little sarcastic.
Fang Chu smiled and said, "You can say that.
I got a big deal."
It appropriately reveals the businessman's philistine face.
Xia Liuxing chuckled lightly, stroked the painting in his hand, and asked, "Is that all?"
Fang Chu nodded and said: "That's all here.
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If Master Xia is not satisfied, I will ask them to choose some and send them up.
But it will take some time.
Then I will send them to Master Xia."
Xia Liuxing nodded and turned to talk about Guo Qingya, "I didn't expect that she has such talent.
I heard that her piano skills are also very good.
According to Brother Fang, she is better than Miss Xie."
Fang Chu said: "It's not bad.
Compared with Miss Xie, my skill is still a little behind.
It may be because there are few people to guide me and I am young.
The sound of the piano is fresh and fresh, but the artistic conception is not full enough."
He didn't know why, but he thought so in his heart and said so with his mouth.
Xia Liuxing smiled and said: "You are really not modest when you praise your own family."
Fang Chu said with a smile: "Young Master Xia is laughing.
But I am telling the truth."
Xia Liuxing said: "How can I listen to what your family says?
I can't judge until I hear it."
Fang Chu smiled and said nothing, looking resigned.
Xia Liuxing chose two bamboo silk paintings, and everyone else also chose what they liked.
Fang Chu persuaded them to stay, and they dined and dined at Fang's house before leaving.
After they left, Fang Chu sat quietly in the study for a while, and then regardless of the fact that it was getting late, in the name of Yan's family, he asked someone to pick up Yan Muyang from Yan's house for dinner.
Let's talk about Xie Yinyue.
After leaving Jinshu Yamen, he took a car back to Xie's courtyard.
The car drove to the willow embankment in the southeast of Tianhu Lake, and suddenly I heard the old woman talking to someone outside: "Hello, Uncle Han" "Are you Miss Xie?
Where are you from?"
She stretched out her hand to lift the curtain and peeked out.
It was Han Xiyi, riding a white horse, wearing white clothes and a white cloak.
His eyes were bright, his expression was high, and he was in a good mood, which was completely inconsistent with his usual elegant and calm image.
"Brother Han, where are you going?"
she asked with a smile.
"Go to Guo's house."
Han Xiyi blurted out.
Xie Yinyue was a little confused.
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