Chapter 1284 Who did it?

This poem uses plum blossoms to describe themselves, chanting the misery of plum blossoms to relieve depression in the chest, lamenting the frustration and ups and downs of life; praising plum blossoms also expresses the belief of youth without regrets and the self-confession of one's patriotism and noble personality.

There is only one plum blossom in this painting, but Wang Xiaodiao felt that if this painting is matched with this poem, it should be a perfect match.

So, Wang Xiaodiao couldn't help but lifted up his pen and started writing on the painting.

"Bordered by the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and unowned..."

"It's already dusk and it's sad alone, and the wind and rain are even more..."

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers jealous..."

"Sliced ​​into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same..."

A song "Bu Suanzi. Yongmei" was written on this character by Wang Xiaodiao in another font. At this time, it looked very appropriate. No matter how you look at it, you will find it so interesting.

"Xiao Diao, it's time to eat!" At this time, Shen Bing's voice came from the restaurant outside.

"Okay!" Wang Xiaodiao answered, put down her brush, and walked outside.

The two sisters Shen Bing and Shen Yan made a table of dishes, braised chicken nuggets, steamed fish, etc., which looked like they were full of color, fragrance and taste, which made people's appetites bloom.

"Yes, this table of dishes smells refreshing, especially the two sisters, who are even more beautiful and delicious!" Wang Xiaodiao was in a good mood and joked with the two sisters.

The two sisters lowered their heads with embarrassment.

At this time, the sound of a key came from the door of the house. It was Chen's father Chen Zhizhou who came back.

"Uncle." Wang Xiaodiao stood up and shouted.

"Sit, sit." Chen Zhizhou was in a good mood. After all, he stayed in the hospital. He listened to the doctor and nurse telling himself that his wife's health was getting better and better, so he naturally felt better.

During the meal, Shen Bing looked at Chen's father and asked, "Dad, do you still have to go to the hospital tonight?"

"I won't go." said Chen's father. "No matter how far I am outside the intensive care unit, I can't see your mother. It's useless to go. I will rest at home at night and wait until tomorrow morning."

"Yes, that's fine." Shen Bing nodded.

Wang Xiaodiao said, "Uncle, after I give the injection to my aunt tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will actually not have to stay in the hospital anymore. I can go home to recuperate. Then I will prescribe a prescription for her. She only needs to take medicine according to the prescription, and she will be cured in a week. She will no longer have to take any medicine for heart disease in the future."

"Okay!" Chen Zhizhou nodded with a smile. "Xiao Diao, let's have a drink."

As a literati, Chen Zhizhou happens to be a literati and likes to drink very much. Shen Bing told Wang Xiaodiao before that Chen Zhizhou often wrote after drinking, and many times, the words written after drinking are even more surprising.

"Okay." Wang Xiaodiao agreed with a smile. Seeing that Chen Zhizhou's attitude towards him has improved a lot. Although there is something grateful, Wang Xiaodiao was also very happy.

Chen Zhizhou not only likes to drink, but also has a good alcohol tolerance. Two people, one of whom, drank a bottle of wine, and one of them, stopped.

"Xiao Diao, I really didn't realize that your alcohol tolerance is so good. After a pound of alcohol, your face has not changed." Chen Zhizhou smiled and looked at Wang Xiaodiao and said.

"Uncle's alcohol capacity is the same. If you drink a pound of alcohol, it seems like you haven't drunk it." Wang Xiaodiao said with a smile.

Chen Zhizhou waved his hand and said, "I am happy today, so I only drank a little more. If I had used to be, I would have only one glass and three taels of wine every night."

"Yes, white wine is food essence. Drinking in moderation is good for people's health, but drinking too much will be bad." Wang Xiaodiao smiled and said.

"Okay, Xiao Diao, let's drink so much today. If you have time another day, when your aunt is discharged from the hospital, we will have a good drink. I have something to do today. I promised someone else to mention a piece of characters on the painting. People are urging me a little anxious these two days. You sit outside and wait until I finish writing the characters, and then come out to chat with you." Chen Zhizhou said with a smile, then stood up and walked into the study.

Wang Xiaodiao had drunk too much at this time and forgot that he had already written the painting. He smiled and walked towards the sofa.

However, as soon as I walked to the sofa, I heard the roar of the storm of the boat.

"Who did it?" Chen Zhizhou shouted loudly.

When Wang Xiaodiao heard this, she suddenly woke up and ran towards the study room. She only saw Chen Zhizhou standing at the door of the study room, staring at the painting on the desk, looking angry.

"Uncle, that painting is written by me..." Wang Xiaodiao looked at Chen Zhizhou and said, unable to help but write the words, but he didn't expect that Chen Zhizhou would be so angry.

"Xiao Diao, you..." Chen Zhizhou originally wanted to get angry, but when he saw that it was Wang Xiao Diao, he suddenly became angry and looked at Wang Xiao Diao and said, "Xiao Diao, how can you move my things? That painting is the painting of Zhou Yi, a famous painter in China! This is a priceless thing. You wrote the words on it, and you said, how do you ask me to explain it?"

"Zhou Yi?" Wang Xiaodiao was stunned and said, "Is it Zhou Yi the most famous painter during the Republic of China?"

"That's it!" Chen Zhizhou said. "Zhou Yi has been dead for decades. The painting has not been mentioned. It was originally his last work. Some time ago, Zhou Yi's descendants auctioned this painting and were photographed. Then they took it to me and asked me to mention a copy of the characters. Originally, I also thought that this painting was too precious and didn't dare to write it randomly. I have been thinking about it for so long. Now, how can I explain it to others?"

"Uncle, I'm sorry... I'll pay him how much money was when the man took this painting at that time." Wang Xiaodiao said.

"This is not a matter of whether you have money or not. The main reason is that no matter how much you pay, people will never be able to buy such a painting again." Chen Zhizhou said with a frown.

While speaking, he walked towards the study.

However, when he walked into the study and saw clearly the words written by Wang Xiaodiao, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, he stared at the poem written by Wang Xiaodiao, and never moved his eyes away.

After a long time, Chen Zhizhou slapped his hands suddenly and said, "It's amazing, it's really amazing!"

"Xiao Diao, did you really write this copy? Wait, I think, Wang Xiao Diao... are you Wang Xiao Diao?"
Chapter completed!