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Chapter 45

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    ? As the Spring Festival is approaching, the three stores of Yupinji are temporarily closed, and the Ding family is busier than usual.  The three-span courtyard was spacious, and it took a lot of effort to clean it up. Ding Yanshou got up early, and when he opened the gate, he was startled by four or five men outside.

    He asked: "Who are you looking for?"

    The leader said: "We are looking for Ding Hanbai."

    Ding Yanshou sounded the alarm bell, and the consequence of letting it go is that people will come to his door. He wondered, did Ding Hanbai owe loan sharks for his extravagance, or did he offend someone because of his arrogance?

    The leader also said: "Boss Ding hired us to clean up, let us come early."

    Ding Yanshou's heart fell to the ground, and he asked these three or five people to work in the courtyard.  The employer was still sound asleep, arched in the middle of the bed, daydreaming with his warm body in his arms.  After a long time, the person in his arms moved slightly, murmured in his sleep, and shouted "It's broken, it's broken".

    Ding Hanbai opened his eyes: "What's broken?"

    Ji Shenyu was confused: "The carving of Dahongpao is broken"

    Unexpectedly, Quietly was thinking about Dahongpao, Ding Han laughed.  Hearing someone entering the courtyard, he put on his clothes and came out, saw Liba working, and said, "Be quiet, someone is sleeping in the house."

    After giving the order and turning back, Ji Shenyu was already awake, struggling to sit up by himself.  "I'll do it, I'll do it." Ding Hanbai put down his figure as a young master and acted as a servant, supporting and staring at him, afraid that something might not be in place.

    Ji Shenyu sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, slowly dressed, fastened a button to cover a trace, and fastened it to the top, covering everything.  Ding Hanbai couldn't stop thinking about it, he squatted down to put his socks on for the other party, how anxious he was last night, why his ankle was pinched and turned blue.

    He raised his head and asked, "Does it hurt down here?"

    Ji Shenyu lowered his eyes and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

    He said: "Then can we focus on it next time?"

    Ji Shenyu put his foot on Ding Hanbai's chest, went up, and lightly stepped on Ding Hanbai's Adam's apple with his toes.  "Shameless." He scolded, one curse was not enough, and after a long time of deliberation, he choked up another sentence, "I'm really shameless."

    Liba in the courtyard was cleaning, curiously asked: "You look young, are you married already?"

    Another said: "Sleeping in the same room must be with my wife."

    The door squeaked open, Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu came out one after another, one left the supervisor behind, and the other went to the front yard for dinner.  The few workers who were working exchanged glances. It turned out that they were not daughters-in-law, but they didn't expect rich people to sleep in the same room, and their hearts suddenly became more balanced.

    Living like this years ago, although Ding Hanbai liked to do nothing, he really couldn't stand being bored, so he went to find Zhang Sinian not long after.  The master and apprentice walked in the usual place, strolling slowly in the antique market.

    During the New Year's Eve, there are a lot of calligraphy and paintings for sale. They are crudely made or exquisitely crafted, and they look good together.  Ding Hanbai listened quietly, what should be emphasized in the appraisal of calligraphy and painting, which is the most bluffing and which is easy to show timidity, Zhang Sinian said without a word.

    Suddenly stopping, Zhang Sinian said: "This painting is pretty good."

    Lin Sanzhi's "Journey to Zhongnanji", the old man was lucky enough to see the original work before he went blind, but he is too old, so mentioning it adds to the loss.  Ding Hanbai stood aside and said, "I really like the poem above."

    Zhang Sinian said: "If you like it, you can buy it. If you want to do this, don't you just like it?"

    After buying that painting, I haven't met any more desirable ones. It's fun to pick and choose.  Ding Hanbai is leisurely here, but Ji Shenyu is sweating profusely in Miao'an Alley, helping Liang Hecheng to clean the house.

    He hasn't done anything else these days except cleaning.

    The green plants withered, and Ji Shenyu couldn't save them, so he had to go to the alley to buy a few more pots of small flowers.  "Master, why don't you water people?" He rambled, "This mud is so thick, is it to paint the walls? The windows are even more excessive, with gray and yellow putty, and there is no need to draw the curtains."

    Mouthing non-stop, the hot water boiled and squeaked to the accompaniment, and he went to pour water for Liang Hecheng to take medicine.  Liang Hecheng had just gotten out of bed, and his cotton-padded clothes and trousers were bloated, covering him so much that he lost energy.

    "It doesn't matter whether you eat or not, it's useless." The old man said.

    Ji Shenyu asked: "Is it useful to eat Gastrodia chicken soup?" He stewed it last night. One pot was condensed into three bowls, one bowl for each master and mother at home, and the other bowl was brought to Liang Hecheng.

    Liang Hecheng said: "Then I'll drink chicken soup, don't do it, and take out some calligraphy and paintings from the cabinet."

    This is for teaching, Ji Shenyu hastily went to the outhouse to search, seven or eight shafts were neatly packed in a flannel bag.  He thought that calligraphy and painting are the most difficult to describe, maybe Liang He took advantage of the lack of craftsmanship here, so he suppressed the bottom of the box.

    The atmosphere of the New Year's Eve outside is lively, the old and the young are closed in the inner room for class, Liang Hecheng drinks soup drowsily, and Ji Shenyu unfolds the largest painting, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then hangs to the floor.

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    Zhang Sinian sneered: "Beautiful? Back then, the Ding family's three courtyards were not enough for my family to store a carriage. Who hasn't had a good time in this life?"

    These words and phrases stopped in Liang Hecheng's cough, Zhang Sinian leaned over to let the other party breathe, and when he got closer, the two pairs of turbid eyes met, no one could be more vicissitudes.  Put your eyes aside and continue to look at the painting.

    It was so quiet, it seemed like they were not breathing.

    No more choking, this is the first time in this life that it has stopped.

    For a long time, for a long time, Liang Hecheng muttered: "Ghost eye, I'm going to die."

    Zhang Sinian said: "Everyone has to die. When the time comes, learn to walk, go to school, get married and have children, and death is the same. When the time comes, it's all done and done."

    Liang Hecheng smiled slowly, his chest rumbling, Zhang Sinian followed suit, sly, understanding, and mixed with a hint of comfort.  That painting is good, it is Zhongnan Mountain, and the poem on it is also good, they like it very much.

    "It's over when it's done." Liang Hecheng muttered, "You still teach me a lesson before you die, and I lose?"

    Zhang Sinian said: "Let's draw, otherwise the comparison will be endless."

    Laughing again, they worked together to scroll the painting, only the last sentence was exposed on the edge.  Stopped, Qi Qi looked, everything was put on hold, everything didn't matter anymore.  Good, bad, great joy and great sorrow, at this moment in this life, what is death?

    Fart is not.

    In the world of Xiaojie, let's have a heart-burning change, Wanquan and He Yunyun, looking forward to a new life.

    One life is about to die, fearless and fearless.

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