The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Article 277

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"I want to draw someone."

Scholar: "..."

The two of them looked at each other, and the scholar was no match for him. He gave up after a while, but after he gave in, he became quite angry, and the ghost's face actually seemed to have a color of anger.

"I don't paint people. If you want to paint, the price will be ten times the price."

Mo Ran said: "The ghost world also needs money?"

"There is always paper money from family and friends." The scholar said coldly, "Money can make ghosts grind. Although I don't like the smell of copper, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way. You You are neither a relative nor a friend of mine, and I have no acquaintance with Boya Ziqi, so why should I suffer for you for no reason?"

He babbled a lot, but Mo Ran, a man who didn't study much, immediately frowned and said: "I just came here, and no one has given me any money yet."

The scholar said: "If you don't have money, don't sell it."

Mo Ran thought for a moment, thought of an idea, then pointed at the Taishan Smoke and Clouds Picture and said: "Okay, if you don't want to sell it, I won't sell it. But I have nothing to do. Can you tell me about this landscape painting?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then turned from anger to joy: "You want to hear this?"

Mo Ran nodded: "I don't have to pay to hear you talk about some knowledge, right?"

"No need." The scholar was very proud, with a ridiculous and pitiful look on his face, "Learning does not involve money, and money is dirty. The affairs of scholars should not be tainted with that vulgarity."

Mo Ran nodded again, thinking that he knew why this little bookworm starved to death. Although I thought it was funny, I couldn't bear it in my heart. Unfortunately, I was short of money, otherwise I would have really wanted to give him some money.

The scholar excitedly took the framed painting from the shelf, got into a good posture, cleared his throat that didn't need to be cleared, and said nervously and proudly: "Then I'll start."

Seeing the little bookworm take the bait, Mo Ran smiled and said: "Please give me some advice."

The author has something to say: This chapter has many settings and lines, paying homage to the arrogant and whiny middle-class young man Mr. Lu Xun. The character prototypes of the ghost woman and the ghost scholar and some of the lines are from Mrs. Xianglin and Kong Yiji, mark it here to avoid misunderstanding.

Chapter 107 Master’s Portrait

The scholar talked about it for two hours, and it was like Confucius, Mencius and Zengzhu. He listened until Mo Ran was dizzy and fell asleep, but he had to look like he was deeply interested, which was also hard work.

Mo Ran is quite good at pretending to attend classes.

At first, he said "Oh?" and frowned, seeming puzzled and doubtful.

After the other party has been talking for a while, he says "Oh..." again, with his eyebrows slightly raised, as if he has gained some enlightenment and is gradually understanding.

Finally, remember to keep your eyes wide open, your gaze intense, and a "Oh~" is essential. What you need is to let the speaker understand that you have a sudden enlightenment and enlightenment after his teachings.

Three "oh", he did not use it less in Chu Wanning's class.

It's a pity that Allen Chu doesn't take this trick and always looks at him coldly and tells him to shut up.

But the little bookworm has never been treated with such courtesy. When he talked about it, his eyes were shining and he was very excited. It seemed that he and Mo Ran were late to meet each other. There was no trace of the reserve and arrogance of Mo Ran.

"I understand." Mo Ran smiled and said, "After listening to what you said, and then looking at this landscape picture, I realized that pictures are precious and cannot be exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold."

If the little bookworm was still alive, he would definitely be blushing, but now besides blushing, he is not half excited at all. He is so happy that he doesn’t know where to put his hands and feet. He just smiles like a child, his thin face full of excitement. It's light.

It was the first time that Mo Ran saw a ghost so happy.

It was almost time. He stood up, saluted to the other party, and said, "It's getting late, so I'll walk around and find a place to stay. If sir, I'm free tomorrow, I'll come find you again."

The scholar was unexpectedly called Sir, and he was even more happy, half scared and half happy: "No, no, no, I don't dare to be a Sir. I took the exam many times and couldn't even pass the exam. I...sigh..."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "The quality of education is not about wealth and fame, but about the heart."

The scholar was greatly surprised: "You, you can actually say such a thing?"

"This is what my master said, it's just a waste of money."

Scholar: "...picking up people's wisdom."

"Really? Hahahahaha." Mo Ran smiled and scratched his head, "I remembered it wrong again."

Seeing that it was getting late and no one would come to ask about the paintings today, the scholar packed up his baskets and bags and said, "I have nothing to do. It is rare to meet someone who can talk. Although the relationship between gentlemen is as light as water, they are also very particular. When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups are too little. I think..."

Seeing that he was slipping away his schoolbag sourly, Mo Ran smiled and cut off his words and said: "Are you trying to say, I think it's getting late, why don't we find a place to have a drink?"

"Ah, yes, yes, let's have a drink and enjoy ourselves, okay?"

"Okay." Mo Ran nodded, "Sir, pay."

Scholar: "…………"

On the greasy little table was a plate of peanuts, with a dozen or so pieces in pieces, and two small glasses of wine, each half full. There was only one candle burning in the wine shop, which was burning nervously and shabbyly. The owner with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was cleaning a bowl with a chipped mouth behind the counter.

"The place is a little dilapidated." The scholar looked a little uneasy, "But I haven't received any paper money. I've only been to a few stores, and this one is pretty decent..."

"It's pretty good." Mo Ran picked up the wine cup and looked at it carefully, "The ghost still eats?"

"They are all empty, just like sacrifices." The scholar took a mouthful of peanuts, but the peanuts did not disappear. He said, "Look, it's like this. Have a taste

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