Most of the dishes on a table are cold dishes, with a total of three meat dishes, and two of them can be included in the range of cold dishes. Only a bowl of big bones can be considered a real hot dish.

However, this did not disturb everyone's interest. They drank a whole jar of Bianjiajiu one by one.

"Let's go!"

After drinking and eating, Mr. Wu stood up first, waved his hand a little staggeringly at Bian Rui, and was about to go out of the yard.

Bian Rui quickly stood up: "Uncle Wu, wait, wait for Uncle Yan to leave together!"

Mr. Wu waved his hand and said annoyedly: "I won't go with him, this old guy looks down on me a little."

"Do you think I want to leave with you? Look at you drinking like a coward," Mr. Yan said, but he still stood up from the table.

Before Mr. Yan could pass by, Zhu Tongqiang stood up and took Xiao jogging over and helped Mr. Wu up and laughed: "Brother Wu, I'll help you. Can we go home all the way?"

"Oh, it's better to be a little Zhu!" When Mr. Wu saw Zhu Tongqiang giving face to him, he smiled and said, "Let's go!"

After saying that, he pulled Zhu Tongqiang away in front, while Old Master Yan was alone in the back.

"I'll go and send them off with a tricycle." Bian Rui saw that the three of them seemed to be about to run back, so he said to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan nodded after hearing this.

So Bian Rui rode his tricycle at home and came to the door.

The three of them couldn't walk fast now, so Bian Rui caught up with the three of them in a few steps.

"Get on the bus!"

"Hey, your tricycle is still there?" Mr. Wu was a little surprised.

Bian Rui smiled and said, "Uncle, my tricycle is not here, can it run? Come on, come on."

When Zhu Tongqiang met, he first helped Mr. Wu get into the car, and then helped Mr. Yan get into the car. When both of the old men got into the car, he then sat next to the tricycle with his butt tilted.

Seeing that everyone got into the car, Bian Rui rode forward. As soon as he left the village, he heard a snoring sound on the tricycle behind him. Mr. Yan and Mr. Wu fell asleep one after another.

After a while, Zhu Tongqiang asked Bian Rui: "When did it happen to discover the tomb of the tomb?"

Bian Rui said: "It's not a few days, it happened last time when the village was windy and heavy rain. Why? You are interested in those golden crowns. I'm too late to tell you that you're interested. These guys are almost national treasures."

Zhu Tongqiang sighed and said, "I know, if you want to blame me, I will blame my life. I have never seen any tombs collapse in the village for so long. Not long after I went out, such precious cultural relics were unearthed immediately..."

"What else do you want to do?" Bian Rui smiled.

Zhu Tongqiang said: "What should I do? But I could have taken it myself and looked at it, but now I can only look through the glass. Do you think this mood can be the same?"

"Then you can't just watch it," Bian Rui smiled.

Zhu Tongqiang said: "Is that the same? For those of us who play with antiques, who is willing to look through the glass if we can get started?"

"You are a cultural relics circle, and the Provincial Bo doesn't know anyone? Why don't I believe you so much?" Bian Rui said.

Zhu Tongqiang said: "Of course I know people. Not only do I get along well with people, but that person also has a small official position. But no matter how good the friendship is, he will not be able to take me to get national treasure-level things. For things like this, even if he is the dean of the provincial government, he will not be able to just watch it. This thing must be done with procedures."

"Then don't look at it, what a simple thing," Bian Rui said again.

"If you don't look at it, how can you bear it!" Zhu Tongqiang sighed.

Bian Rui said: "Then I have nothing to do."

"I want to ask, do you know whether you know the existence of these tombs?" Zhu Tongqiang asked.

Bian Rui said: "Of course I don't know. If I knew, you would think I wouldn't dig?"

Bian Rui said this, but with his temperament, he would not dig graves, because it was very simple, neither money nor cultural relics were very attractive to him. It was not like Zhu Tongqiang. If he knew where there was a treasure or something, he would want to turn over his place.

"Haha, I guess you won't dig it, you'll find it troublesome!" Zhu Tongqiang said with a smile.

Bian Rui: "...".

While chatting, the two returned to Banpo courtyard. They sent Mr. Wu and Mr. Yan home and handed them over to the two old ladies. Bian Rui and Zhu Tongqiang said goodbye at the intersection, and then went back to their own homes.

Bian Rui returned home and put the small tricycle into the small shed. When he saw Yan Lan sitting in the main hall, he seemed to be practicing calligraphy. So he turned around and went into the kitchen and found that the dishes and chopsticks had been washed and the code was neatly arranged. He knew that Yan Lan had finished the housework while he was walking.

Sitting at the door of the main hall, Bian Rui said, "Thank you!"

"What are you grateful for?" Yan Lan raised her head, looked at Bian Rui and continued to practice her calligraphy.

Bian Rui said: "Thank you for finishing all the housework!"

At this time, Bian Rui suddenly felt a little moved. When he was at Mingzhu, he did not have such treatment. Bian Rui cooked and Bian Rui washed the pots and washed dishes. Now Yan Lan washed the dishes quietly and neatly classified them according to Bian Rui's habits. Bian Rui didn't know if he had drunk too much or something, and his heart felt soft.

"You've drunk too much or sent them back to deliver them to your head. It seems like I've never washed the pot and washed the dishes. Come here and see how my Weibei is written?" Yan Lan smiled at Bian Rui and waved her hand.

Bian Rui walked behind Yan Lan barefoot and carefully admired her words. He saw a poem written on the paper: I can’t see it in the messy pool, and I heard the song and realized someone was coming.

"Not bad, not bad!" Bian Rui nodded and praised.

The Wei stele written by Yan Lan only lacks three parts of the form and five parts of the essence. It is not that she has a problem with her imitation, but that she is not good at writing enough as a woman and cannot write such a grand and thick font.

Yan Lan also knew her level: "I always feel less heavy and a little bit floating."

Bian Rui comforted, "You have only been practicing for a long time. You can't be too anxious to practice calligraphy. Sometimes you don't have any strength to gain a little. Practice slowly."

After saying that, Bian Rui said to Yan Lan: "I'll take a shower first!"

Yan Lan didn't pay attention to Bian Rui, and nodded directly, continuing to compare the differences between the copied post and his own work, frowned slightly and kept pondering it in her heart.

Bian Rui went into the ears and took a shower, then changed into dry shorts, and covered her with a wide moon-white Taoist robe.

"Are you still watching?" Bian Rui asked.

Yan Lan nodded, not taking her gaze away.

Bian Rui sat next to Yan Lan with a smile, and pulled Yan Lan in front of him with both arms: "You can't be anxious about this. You have to think and slow down. Sometimes you let go of these and wait for a while to think about it. There are often more things you have always wanted to understand! It is roughly the same as the artistic conception of the article and the wonderful hand that you can get."

Yan Lan smiled and said, "I am not that high. My current level requires more practice and thinking to improve. You have pushed me too high."

"By the way, I'll take this letter back later, I'll ask my dad," Yan Lan said.

"What did he do? To be honest, I'm much better at making paper in calligraphy than your father. He can be better than me in painting!" Bian Rui said with a smile.

When Yan Lan heard Bian Rui say this, she couldn't help laughing. When it comes to calligraphy, Bian Rui is indeed higher. When it comes to calligraphy and painting, Bian Rui is far less than Yan Lan's father. Mr. Yan can also draw a "masterpiece" that fools a layman's knowledge when doing paintings. As long as Bian Rui lifts up his pen, he doesn't put a picture on the ground in front of him. The things that Rui paints there are, in the playful words of Mr. Wu, it is a specialty of Tianjin - Goubuli. It means that even a dog can tell whether it is good or bad.

Yan Lan said: "The bad thing is the word "to be honest". I ask you all praise me. Only my dad can tell me the truth and point out my shortcomings!"

"So you like to be scolded. You said it earlier. I can scold you now, so I can satisfy you," Bian Rui joked.

"Then talk about my character, and say it carefully. I won't be angry no matter what I say." Yan Lan pointed to the copied work in front of her.

Bian Rui felt that what happened today was? It seemed that her girlfriend was very serious about this matter. Influenced by Yan Lan, Bian Rui also became serious, looked at the work she placed on the table, and looked at it carefully.

After reading it, Bian Rui didn't know what to say. He had some advantages just now. Now after looking carefully, he couldn't find anything to praise himself.

Even if there is no place to praise, Bian Rui has to find some. After all, Yan Lan is not her own student, but her own girlfriend. She can use her own students. If you want to use scolding to motivate her girlfriend, it will probably not end up well.

Bian Rui is not only not stupid, but also very smart.

At this time, Bian Rui suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, so he picked up the pen and said to Yan Lan: "Then, why don't we feel it first, and I will use the pen to exert force, and you can slowly experience it..."

After saying that, Bian Rui picked up the pen on the table, placed it in Yan Lan's hand, then held her hand with her own hand, and wrote Weibei on the blank paper.

Bian Rui was not writing, but was writing directly with Wei steles. The most famous chapter in the Book of Songs: Guan Guan Sui Jiu, on the River Island, is a beautiful lady, and a gentleman's good friend...

This article was written, not only Bian Rui was satisfied, but even Yan Lan thought that the words on it were the best she had written so far when she saw Bian Rui.

"It's too fast, I don't feel it," Yan Lan said.

"Then come back, I'll write it slower this time!"

Bian Rui then picked up the brush again, and wrote while holding Yan Lan's hand, and read it: "Guan Guan Suijiu is on the River Island, a beautiful lady and a gentleman. The unkempt watercress flow from side to side..."

Yan Lan felt that she suddenly had a different feeling at this moment. Her lover in a moon-white Taoist robe whispered a lawsuit in her ears, and the heat in her mouth was accompanied by a panting that made her feel upset. One by one, it seemed to be about to knock on her heart, making her feel unwilling to appreciate anything and explain what she could hear, and only the heartbeat was beating.

Bian Rui taught himself, but did not notice anything unusual about Yan Lan, but when he finished writing a poem, he was completely fascinated by his lover.

Can't help myself!

When the two of them look at each other, everything becomes natural, and naturally comes into the world like a stream running outside, gently and slowly caressing.
Chapter completed!