The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"Then thank you, Grandpa," Zhang Yuze said, overjoyed.

"Haha, no need to thank me, you're too polite. You're willing to play chess with an old man like me for so long, just for that patience alone, I have to help you. If that old fellow ignores you, I'll definitely use my pipe to smack him. That old guy thinks too highly of himself just because he can paint some bird pictures, I don't care about him at all!" The old man said, gesturing with his pipe.

Originally, Zhang Yuze was indeed wondering if this old man in front of him could be Liu Mengting's grandfather, Liu Yuanzong, whom he was looking for, but now it seemed that was unlikely.

When Zhang Yuze and Liu Zongyuan found the place, Zhang Yuze couldn't help but be stunned. He thought to himself: If I hadn't come with this old grandpa beside me, I probably wouldn't have been able to find this place. It was a small field behind a dense forest, and unlike the scenery in front, this place was a hidden paradise.

A man who looked to be about forty years old was painting at a table next to a field, holding a brush in his hand, his eyes fixed on the mountain in front of him. He was so focused, it was as if Zhang Yuze was looking at a stunning beauty. The bucket beside him was already full of crumpled paper balls, obviously failed attempts.

Zhang Yuze and the old man beside him were both a little embarrassed, because they knew that the old man in front of them had probably completely ignored them.

Zhang Yuze began to admire Liu Mengting's grandfather. He knew what Liu Mengting's grandfather was doing, and said to the old man beside him, "Grandpa, don't disturb Grandpa Liu, he's conceiving a painting."

"Oh! You know?" Hearing Zhang Yuze's words, the old man looked at Zhang Yuze with some surprise.

"Haha, I know a little! He is now perfecting the painting in his mind. Once he has perfected the painting in his mind, he will immediately start painting," Zhang Yuze said with a smile to the old man beside him.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Yuze finished speaking, the old man began to paint, his brush moving like lightning.

Zhang Yuze knew that at this time, Liu Yuanzong hated being disturbed the most, so he didn't say anything more.

After Zhang Yuze and the old man beside him waited for a full half an hour, Liu Yuanzong stopped the brush in his hand.

"Old Sun, what were you coughing about over there just now? Are you sick again? If so, go get it treated quickly, don't come here to disturb me." The old man put down the brush in his hand, without even turning his head, just coldly snorted.

Liu Yuanzong's words infuriated the old man beside Zhang Yuze. He said, blowing his beard and glaring, "I say, you old codger, don't think that just because you look young, your body is better than mine. My body is very strong!"