Liu Qiqiang could only understandably shake hands with Wang Baoke.

"Work hard and have the opportunity to go to big cities in the future." Liu Qiqiang said politely.

Wang Baoke took it seriously.

Unfortunately, my wife does not support it, and all four dolls have to go to school, which costs a lot of money.

I can't make money singing now, and my wife is a little unhappy.

This time I came out by watering the field.

I wish you had the opportunity to do work for my daughter-in-law.

I also have a legitimate hobby, you see I don't smoke, I don't drink, I like to write a calligraphy and sing.

It's all elegant things, it's all art, why don't you say she doesn't support it?

Wang Baoke sighed.

You, as a man, should first let your wife and doll eat and learn before you can talk about art.

Do you really think that Xu Wei and Cao Xueqin are called artists?

I feel that I have no love for my wife and children, and I am not worthy of being called an artist if I can't give my wife and children a good life. Liu

Qiqiang was very angry when he heard that this person had not yet opened his mind, and someone must stand up and be an evil person.

Liu Qiqiang would rather be this evil person, it is much better than this person who is obsessed and often used by scammers like Lao Meng, right?

"Mr. Liu, how can you blaspheme art so much, these two artists you mentioned are what I admire more, and their achievements in art can be understood by laymen like us?"

Wang Baoke was a little anxious.

"What is the use of high artistic attainments? What about people who can even beat their own wives to death have artistic cells?

No matter how good his paintings are, I will not collect them, which is too heavy and unlucky to hang on to the family." Liu

Qiqiang's tendons also came up.

This can't be distinguished, one, two, three, Liu Qiqiang will not stop.

"You don't understand that. Xu Wei was a famous painter and literary scholar during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. Together with Xie Jin and Yang Shen, he is known as the 'Three Great Geniuses of the Ming Dynasty'.

Zheng Banqiao was very respectful of Xu Wenchang, and once engraved a seal, calling himself 'a lackey under the Qingteng gate'. Mr. Mu Xin, a literary scholar and artist, described him as 'a genius of talent'. Wang

Baoke seemed to be familiar with Xu Wei's life, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth.

In the end, he did not end his life at the age of 73 in the situation of 'a few crooked houses, a south-to-north transfer person'. Before he died, there was only a dog with him, and there was not even a mat on the bed, how miserable. Liu Qiqiang said.

For Xu Wenchang, Liu Qiqiang is still relatively familiar.

He was unswerving in art, preferred originality, had a strong personality, was bold and liberal, and often showed a love of folklore.

In terms of artistic value, Xu Wenchang is really a generation of great writers who have never been ancient, and who have never come after.

In the poetry of the Ming Dynasty, due to the promotion of the seven sons before and after, there was a trend of quasi-antiquity. Although they also have their own indelible achievements, this quasi-ancient atmosphere obviously hinders the development of poetry art.

Xu Wenchang was very dissatisfied with this atmosphere at that time and made sharp criticism. He said: Birds learn human speech, but their nature is still birds; if they insist on imitating their predecessors and learn them similarly, they are just birds learning human words, and have no real value.

He is not only very accomplished in art and poetry, but also very fond of his calligraphy.

He himself believes that "calligraphy first, poetry second, text third, painting fourth." "

But to know how Xu Wenchang killed his wife, and how he frantically hammered nails into his ears, do you dare to hang the paintings drawn by such people in your own house?

Maybe it's just reading too much that this is what went crazy.

Now I think about how to become a calligrapher and singer who can write and sing.

I always thought that I could go on the stage like The Voice of China and show my strength.

At this time, the eldest sister was not yet popular, and there was no show like The Voice of China to make people rich.

Only the show that Liu Qiqiang thought of can be considered to be able to hold up some scenes in this place.

But to do this thing as a career depends on qualifications.

Wang Baoke's song himself can be regarded as having heard it, and to be honest, his qualifications are mediocre.

That is, singing and writing on stage is a bit performative, and as soon as there is a performative audience, it will leave the footsteps to look at it a few times.

But it was this few more glances that made Wang Baoke completely float.

It feels like stepping on a cloud, fluttering.

"Chairman Meng said that I will definitely be red, and even a yellow-haired child also wants to persuade me to give up my dream, don't you think it's ridiculous to do this?

Wang Baoke huffed and turned around and left.

Chairman Meng is also very disgusted by Liu Qiqiang's impoliteness, he is a farmer, and if he can live a good life and pursue a little, everything will be fine.

Do you really wish there was someone holding a golden rice bowl and asking for rice?

Mencius had to nod politely and chase out.

Go, Chairman Meng, I'll take you to the lower restaurant, to the best restaurant in town. There is nothing good to eat in this place either. People who do catering must be cultured.

Without cultural support, nothing will last long.

After Mencius and Wang Baoke left, Liu Qiqiang's heart was really entangled.

I don't know if I'm a little too strong for children,

this piece of kindness is ruined by my own evil fish.

Liu Qiqiang smiled and ran out with a small dimple.

At this time, seeing Liu Qiqiang's smile, he knew that he must have ended in victory.

Zheng Yan'an and Gao Guangming walked side by side to the sleeper.

Xiao Wuzi carried something in his hand and did not forget to open the door for the two distinguished guests.

This made Liu Qiqiang, who hurried to the front, pounce.

I often hear my grandfather talk about you, and I want to visit Hong Kong for a long time.

But every day is busy like a spinning top and can't stop a little.

How many tables do you need to arrange? How many tables do we have to eat out and get together properly?"

Fear of meeting face to face now. The old brothers still have to wonder where this familiar person has seen.

"There are not many people coming, which saves you money." Xiao Gao, this Liu Qiqiang must know you. Okay, tonight's dinner, he will pay for me.

The person who invited the guests was me, the person who organized the bureau was also me, a bad old man, Liu Qiqiang is a master who will pay money, you still have to remember my good, in the future, whoever invites guests will come to this hotel.

Mention me Zheng Yan'an, these three words are better than Liu Qiqiang. Zheng

Yanan is also sincere, and he wants to show his strength in front of his old comrades-in-arms.

It's Liu Qiqiang's grandfather Zheng, who wants to hold the dragon head crutch and fight as much as he wants, and I don't dare to fight back if I can't fight back." Liu

Qiqiang turned the good party into Guo Degang's crosstalk session.

This Liu Qiqiang is also nobody, and nonsense can also be said with a little laughter.

It will also shake a small burden very tangibly.

"We quickly took our seats, ate and chatted, regardless of who invited him or who paid for it, we mainly ate and drank well and arrived home safely." "

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