Xiaoxiao sat at the tea table and watched Ruan make tea for him. Then she remembered another purpose of her trip today: "I want to ask my aunt for someone."

"Someone is asking me for help!" Ruan couldn't help laughing and picked up the ebony tea spoon: "Drink daffodils or Mao Feng?"

"The heat of summer has not subsided, so let's drink Mao Feng."

Ruan used a teaspoon to pick up a small pile of Mao Fengzi with white hair and put it into the purple clay teapot in front of me: "I have only a bookstore painting party at home all day long, and I never attend any gatherings, and I know whoever I know."

"The person Xiaoxiao wants to inquire is the painter of the painting club," Xiaoxiao did not take out the painting, otherwise it would be troublesome to explain it. "I accidentally saw a painting by this painter, but it was not signed, only a seal engraved with the 'Thunderlister'."

Ruan smiled when she heard this: "The one who listens to thunder is Mr. Peng's name."

"Mr. Peng?" Xiaoxiao's straightforward painter Peng Julei, who looked like a copper bell, appeared in his mind. It is hard to imagine that this painter Peng painted the painting "Zhulian Pavilion Listening to the Qin".

"It's Mr. Julei who Xiaoxiao has met before." Ruan Shi poured tea for Xiaoxiao.

"Then I'll visit Mr. Julei in a while," Xiaoxiao thought it was so awkward to pronounce the name, it was so naked and open-minded. "I want to ask Mr. Peng for some things." Forget it, let's call Mr. Peng.

Although Ruan Shi is not good at human nature, she is a businessman after all. Knowing that Xiaoxiao wanted to ask Mr. Peng something privately, she said: "In addition to the painters, there are many guests who appreciate paintings and ask for paintings. I am afraid there is no quiet place to talk. Why wouldn't Mr. Peng be invited to the tea room?"

Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Then I'll bother Aunt Fourth."

Ruan then ordered the girl to invite Mr. Peng over.

Xiaoxiao, drinking the fragrant Maofeng tea, looking at this small clean tea room, suddenly there was a feeling of a modern company tea room, but the ancient tea room could make people relax after working hard.

"Young Master Wen and Miss Wen have come to the painting for a few times." Ruan Shi held the teacup and smelled the fragrance of tea.

"Xizi?" Xiaoxiao didn't expect that Xizi really likes calligraphy and painting. Last time he watched the night view at Xingwen Lake, he had heard her say that Wen Zhi was also a painting since elementary school, and he also said that he would come to paint together to learn painting skills. "Then Mr. Wen is the young master of the Wen family?"

"That's right." Ruan Shi lowered her first taste of tea, "The Wen brothers and sisters particularly admired Mr. Shi Zuimo's paintings."

Xiaoxiao vaguely noticed something, but she felt that she was too sensitive, and the thing she was worried about could not happen at all.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a thud of footsteps coming. Xiaoxiao looked up and saw that it was indeed Peng Julei.

Peng Julei stared at his slightly violent big eyes: "What are you doing to give to Mr. Sicun?"

Ruan Shi smiled and said, "It's not me who I'm looking for you, but my niece Yingyuan. I want to ask the teacher for some paintings." As he said that, he poured a cup of tea for Peng Julei, he stood up and said, "There are still some things to deal with in the seal club, so let's talk in the tea room."

So only Peng Julei, Xiaoxiao and Xiao Dier were left in the tea room.

"I wonder what Miss Yingyuan is looking for?" Peng Julei had a straightforward personality and was straightforward.

Xiaoxiao stopped being polite and said bluntly: "I just want to ask Mr., "That painting "Zhuliange Listening to the Qin" is Mr.'s work?"

"It was painted at the rose banquet. The painting was not satisfactory. I wanted to polish it. But I didn't know when I sorted out the painting with everyone. Maybe it was unknown who took it wrong. There were too many paintings that day." Peng Julei looked at the smile in front of him, "Where did Miss Yingyuan see that painting?"

"It was also at the art exhibition that day. Maybe someone took it wrong. The painting was placed with Mr. Cao Menghu's painting." said a smile.

"It's strange. I was organizing the paintings with Menghu that night. Maybe he was messing with it. I didn't plan to put that painting at the exhibition."

"Why?" Xiaoxiao was puzzled.

"According to the rules, if you draw a character, you must first get the consent of the person you are painting before you can participate in the art exhibition." Peng Julei's thick eyebrows frowned, and he always felt like he was stubborn with someone. "I don't know what her name is for the woman playing the piano in Zhuolian Pavilion. Under that circumstances, it was not easy to ask each other rashly."

Although Peng Julei did not ask in detail, Xiaoxiao also had to explain it briefly: "That painting is very good, and it is rare to have such a quiet scene at the rose banquet. I am really curious about what song the woman played in the painting, "Three Plum Blossoms" or "Guangling San"?"

At this moment, Xiaoxiao just wants to get all the details about Maoyaner in pieces, and maybe there will be new progress.

"Nothing is the song." Peng Julei glared at his eyes, his expression a little silly.

Isn't anything? What does that mean? Is it played too badly and there is no sense of pleasure? Or are you, Peng Julei, really don't understand these songs?

"I didn't expect that the painting was bought by the girl Yingyuan!" Peng Julei drank a cup of tea and placed the tea on the table. There was a "bang" sound that scared Xiaoxiao and Peng Julei himself.

There is nothing to hide when Xiaoxiao bought a painting, but other things must not be said: "I really like the composition of that painting, so I bought it. I also felt that the blank space of the picture was a bit of a pity. I really wanted to write the lyrics played by the woman in the painting in the blank space. If possible, Yingyuan would like to ask Mr. Julei to write it in person."

Peng Julei scratched his head: "There is nothing to write about, that woman didn't play anything."

Then what should she wear when she is guarding a guqin?

Xiaoxiao looked at Peng Julei with a look of surprise: "Yingyuan really doesn't understand Mr. Julei's words, she didn't play anything? Could it be that the woman's appearance of playing the piano was imagined by the teacher?"

"No, there was someone in the local area at that time, and it was true." Peng Julei blushed for no reason and scratched his temples hard: "She probably...pretly pretended to be playing the piano!"

Xiaoxiao was so embarrassed that she was so embarrassed that Xin Ran (Maoyaner) actually pretended to be playing the piano. This white lotus dress was too straightforward! This green tea bitch was too strong on the outside and fucked on the inside!

Xiaoxiao remembered that he once pretended to be Lang Lang in front of a piano, and played the piano with exaggerated movements. It was still the piano that he secretly played in his second uncle's house when he was a child.

But this Xin (when she gets married, she should be called Xin) was at a banquet at someone else's house. Even though there were few people there, there was always a girl around her pretending to play the piano in front of the servants. Isn't she afraid of being laughed at by the people in the back room in the backyard?

Xiaoxiao and Peng Julei were both silent for a while, but Xiaoxiao mustered up the courage to ask: "This woman is really a maverick. Maybe she is playing foreign music, and we have never heard of it!"

Peng Julei put it on the table with a "bang" again, and immediately regretted that his hand was heavy just now. He lowered his head and smiled shyly, and continued the topic just now: "She didn't pop up at all."

ah……

"This woman is really weird," Xiaoxiao was too lazy to hide it. At this time, she felt that there was something wrong with her normal talent. "I really can't think of why she is like this."

Peng Julei is not good at thinking about such problems: "Probably, I am envious of playing the piano but I really can't do it!"

Xiaoxiao didn't say anything for a while, and poured a cup of tea for Peng Julei.

"Are there no other guests near Zhuolian Pavilion?"

"There was no one else. It was when the Nanyuan stage was dancing, and almost all the guests were enjoying the dance. I admired the scenery of Beiyuan and liked the tranquility there, so I took the initiative to stay in Beiyuan to draw." Peng Julei said.

Perhaps Xin first took the piano to Zhuolian Pavilion in the North Garden, just to play the piano in a place with few people. When he sat down with the guqin, he felt that this was dangerous. If he attracted others, it would be over, especially those who knew him, such as the people from the Tang family.

"Actually, I've drew less of something." Peng Julei said suddenly.

"What?"

"The woman wore a veil and only took off her veil while drinking tea. But she wore it again after a cup of tea." Peng Julei said, "I think it's more natural to not wear a veil, so I don't have a veil. Because I can't remember the appearance clearly, I only drew five-point images."

The bride was wearing a veil and no one could say anything else.

"It seems that the woman in the painting doesn't know that the gentleman is painting her."

"I am far away because I have good eyesight so that I can see clearly. Fortunately, the painting was bought by the girl Yingyuan, otherwise if it was found out, I might be annoyed." Peng Julei smiled honestly.
Chapter completed!