Wei Xiu, who was holding a wine glass, glanced at the terrace not far away, walked there, and looked at the huge but empty terrace, the somewhat rigid smile on Wei Xiu's face suddenly dispersed. Tomato ▽○ --'.-f'q-x-s-'.-c'o-m

Since entering here, Wei Xiu's expression has hardly changed, except for laughing or laughing, hypocritical laughter, smiling and not smiling, laughing makes his cheeks sour, this feeling is really fucking unpleasant.

Wei Xiu stood on the edge of the terrace, and he could look at the bustling night view of Rongcheng with his eyes. Comparatively, Wei Xiu prefers the night view of Hakodate, Japan, not because of how beautiful the scenery is, but because he can smell freedom in the air.

If he could, he felt that he could create a whole new world with a fish intestine sword, and the soil of that country was too suitable for someone like him whose ruthless genes had been awakened.

In China, personal force is to some extent equivalent to danger, and once everyone around you thinks you are too dangerous, they will definitely find a way to get rid of you. Therefore, even the dragon has to be coiled, and the tiger has to lie down. Unless there is money to have the power. If you don't have money or power, you still want to do things, think too much, right?

If it weren't for the fact that Wei Xiu still had a multi-party relationship behind him, Wei Xiu suspected that he would have been eliminated long ago. △◇ △ Tomato □ ---.'

Look at Zhou Pojun, his force value is beyond the reach of Wei Xiu, but how many people in life know?

Wei Xiu even suspected that in addition to Zhou Pojun's friends on the road, he was probably the only friend in the business world.

Wei Xiu, who had stolen a day of leisure, stood on the terrace with swaying thoughts, and saw that a cold-resistant iron tree under his feet was still green, Wei Xiu showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and slowly poured the red wine in his hand.

He didn't like red wine, even though it was a symbol of the upper class. But "Xi Qihuan is good at purple, and the environment is not outstanding." Chu Zhuang loves a thin waist, and there is hunger in every country!"

At the end of the fifth dynasty, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty Li had good little feet, and he came out with bad habits. Culture is to some extent determined by the rule-maker, so why doesn't he try to change the world and become the rule-maker?...... Wei Xiu stared at the red wine flowing into a thin line in his hand, and his eyes were unwavering.

"Ahem, doesn't it taste good?" a low cough came from behind Wei Xiu, and a somewhat neutral voice sounded. □ tomato ''-.'f'q-x'

Wei Xiu's face froze, damn it, he was fascinated by thinking about things, and he didn't even notice that someone was approaching!

Putting away the red wine in his hand, Wei Xiu turned around, with a smile on his face, only then did he see that he didn't know when there was an old lady standing behind him, the old lady was well maintained, she had a little crane hair and a childish face, and she could still see the flush on her face, and she didn't know if it was the effect of makeup.

The old lady squinted at Wei Xiu with a kind face, especially when she saw the tag on Wei Xiu's chest, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The moment he saw this old lady, Wei Xiu, who wanted to lie, suddenly changed his words and said, "Well, it's either not delicious, or I'm not used to it...... Well, don't like red wine. ”

The old lady walked to Wei Xiu's side, the wind at the mouth of the terrace was a little strong, the old lady's top hat was suddenly blown away, Wei Xiu quickly copied it in his hand, and handed it to the old lady with a smile.

"The young man is good!" said the old lady, still smiling kindly, and took the top hat, not in the least surprised that the hat had been blown away. ☆ Tomato ○ Novel -.

Wei Xiu smiled and said, "After all, it's a young man!"

The old lady said with emotion: "Yes, after all, it's a young man, and youth is capital!"

Wei Xiu smiled and did not reply.

"Well, what do you like about alcohol?" the old lady suddenly asked again.

Wei Xiu was slightly stunned and said, "Except for red wine, everything else is fine." ”

The old lady nodded, and said, "It's windy outside, let's come in after a while!" After saying that, the old woman immediately turned and left.

Wei Xiu looked at the back of the old lady leaving, thought about it, and returned to the hall.

The hall is still so lively, and the circle of Tibetan friends says that it is not big or small, but after a certain extent, everyone will know each other more or less.

However, for Wei Xiu, the person who broke in by mistake, it still seemed a little unfamiliar. Wei Xiu simply looked down the display cabinet on the side one by one.

Others look at the historical heritage, the art form, the cultural collection, and Wei Xiu also looks at these, but he can also see a more magical world. □Tomato Novels□ ''-.

As he walked, Wei Xiu suddenly sighed, stopped, and stood in front of a display case.

Displayed in this display case is a figure painting of about 478 x 43 cm, with the line "Farmer Planting Crops" on it.

This painting is clean and unusual, extremely well preserved, the ink halo is very beautiful, the style is a little different from most common feng shui paintings, there is a bit of sketch feeling, in layman's terms, there are a lot of lines. These lines are thick and short, long and thin, and the expression of fiction and reality is accurate, which perfectly shows the green mountains with the background of the farmer.

Wei Xiu stared at the appearance of the farmer in the painting rolling up his trousers and planting "grass" one by one, and after his eyes flashed a string of brilliance, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

The more Wei Xiu looked at this painting, the more he felt that the author of this painting was really a great person, because this painting was simply a treasure map!

"Little brother can understand this painting?" a defeated old man, dressed in a loose suit, looked at Wei Xiu and stopped in front of his collection for a long time, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Wei Xiu was slightly stunned, looking at the old man who was a head shorter than him, and his eyelids drooped with a little obscenity, but he didn't know how to have a good impression in his heart, just because the temperament of this old man was too quiet, and this feeling was like that of a scholar.

"I don't understand it, but I think it's interesting. ”

"Oh, what's that interesting?" asked the old man again.

Wei Xiu was not stage frightened, and said with a deep sigh: "Look at the appearance of this painting should be between the Song and Yuan dynasties, the Liaoxia and Jin dynasties are all possible, the reason why it is difficult to accurately judge the age, in the style of this painting, this painting seems to have a bit of the flavor of the Song Dynasty paintings, and a bit of Yuan killing, but there are too many lines, and the expression looks ...... It seems a bit westernized. ”

"Besides, don't you think the artistic conception of this painting is very interesting? Now that I have seen a lot of paintings of mountains and rivers, looking up at the universe, and so on, it is rare to suddenly see such a concern for the people of Limin, so isn't it very interesting?" Wei Xiu asked rhetorically.

The more the old man listened, the happier he became, and as soon as Wei Xiu's words fell, he danced excitedly and said: "The little brother analyzes it well, I think this painting is a treasure, but unfortunately it is not paid, no one admits it, or the little brother has a vision, it is really the same as that hero!"

Wei Xiu smiled and glanced at the old man's tag - Xiao Changchun. Make a note of the name in your mind, and this painting must be obtained.

At this moment, a waiter trotted to Wei Xiu's side and whispered, "Mr. Wei, Mr. Sun over there, please come over." ”

When Wei Xiu heard this, he bowed his head slightly to express his gratitude, smiled politely at the old man and said that there was something to do, and he was about to say goodbye and leave.

I didn't want to, but a categorical voice suddenly came from Sun Lao's side: "This is a fake!"

As soon as the word "fake" came out, I don't know how many people in the hall were attracted to it. This kind of exchange meeting can be described as a very high-level existence in the circle, and the existence of fakes is absolutely not allowed, otherwise it will not only be an insult to yourself, but also an insult to the organizer and other Tibetan friends.

It is difficult for many collectors to come in, in addition to the lack of qualifications for the collection in their hands, but also because no one recommends it. Because the recommender also has to bear the risk of the new member's collection, the relationship is not iron enough, who will take the risk to recommend the new member? So I don't know how many years this exchange meeting has not appeared fakes, or even if there are fakes, they have to be faked enough to hide from the more than 100 private collectors present.

At this time, some people have curiously walked over to join in the fun, it seems that there is absolutely no class to love to join in the fun, just look at whether the excitement is attractive enough.

Wei Xiu followed the source of the sound, his face changed slightly, isn't that the exhibition area of his collection?