Hearing the old man say this, many people next to him stopped and watched all this curiously.

Including many guests who walked to the door, they all returned, looking at the painting in Fang Shishi's hand in surprise.

On the other side, Tang Xiude, Xie Lao and the others were already preparing to leave, but when they found that such an episode suddenly occurred, they also paused with a little curiosity.

"Well, I didn't expect that in the end, it was discovered!"

Luo Yang swept the painting in Fang Shishi's hand, which was the one he had casually painted before.

The name of the painting is "Distant Mountains".

When I was helping to move the table here, I was invited by Fang Shishi to paint it.

I just put it here for so long, and I didn't find it, but I didn't expect the exhibition to be over, but it was seen by this old man.

"Luo Yang, what did you say that you were discovered?"

Tang Yuyan heard Luo Yang's muttering and couldn't help but ask strangely.

"It's nothing, it's like my painting has been discovered!"

Luo Yang smiled and replied lightly.

"Your painting, what your painting? You mean, you painted that painting?"

Tang Yuyan stared at Luo Yang and looked at him with serious distrust.

"I drew it, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

Luo Yang shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

"Young man, the most important thing is to be honest!"

Next to him, Tang Xiude heard Luo Yang's crazy words, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

The impression of Luo Yang in my heart was greatly reduced. This young man has a little ability, and he has learned to brag!

Although he has a talent for mathematics and a good calligraphy with a brush, there is no need to pretend that he can draw, right?

It's a bit unrealistic to want to be famous like this, right?

“……”

Next to him, Xie Lao stared at Luo Yang, and also shook his head slightly, obviously not believing that Luo Yang could draw.

"Old man, what's the matter with you?"

Fang Shishi felt a little strange, she was just helping Zhu Kang and packing up things for the exhibition.

Some of the paintings that I and my classmates painted before are also among them, and I also need to clean them up, throw them away, and take them back when they should take them back.

In short, the site of this museum was borrowed, and now that the exhibition is finished, the venue needs to be returned, so everything here needs to be cleaned up.

"Little girl, who painted the painting in your hand, can you let me see it?"

With a hopeful expression on his face, the old man pointed to the painting in Fang Shishi's hand.

"Okay!"

Fang Shishi agreed, and then gave him the painting.

On the other side, Zhu Yongsong and the others noticed that something seemed to be happening here, so they walked over with doubts.

Including Xu Yingfeng, Ma Yi, and all other celebrities in the calligraphy and painting circles, came to see what was going on.

I want to figure out what kind of painting makes an old man so interested.

And those guests, as if they had a tacit understanding, didn't leave any of them, and chose to stay to watch the excitement.

The old man held the painting in his hand, took out his reading glasses from his arms, and looked at them carefully.

He looked at his reading glasses and looked at the painting from end to end, one by one, for fear of missing a single detail.

All eyes were drawn to the painting, staring intently at the painting.

I saw that at first glance, this painting seems ordinary.

The name of the painting is "Distant Mountains".

On the painting, several majestic mountains, towering in the distance, the mountains are majestic, the mountains are stacked, and they are extremely magnificent!

A large river runs through the mountains, and the surface of the river is shrouded in clouds and mist, which is breathtaking!

On the river, a few small sailboats, down the wind, a lot of natural scenery!

And nearby, there was a young man who looked like a literati, looking at the mountains and flowing water, as if he was thoughtful!

The whole painting adopts the technique of Chinese painting, which shows the great country of the motherland vividly and vividly!

"It's a good painting, it's a good painting!

The more he looked behind, the more excited the look on the old man's face became, the more difficult it was to suppress it.

With trembling hands, he excitedly touched every landscape in the painting, as if he were caressing a mother and caressing a baby, full of incomparable love.

Next to him, Ma Yi and a group of Zhu Kang's students looked confused, completely confused!

Especially Ma Yi, when he saw the old man like this, he couldn't help but take a closer look at this painting, and saw that there was neither Zhu Yongsong's signature nor Zhu Kang's name in the painting, so he immediately disdainfully said:

"Hey, old man, you're mistaken, this is just an ordinary painting, what's so strange! What are you fussing about here, do you understand painting?"

When she saw that this painting did not have the name of Zhu Yongsong and his son, and the name of the painter was not written on it, she concluded that it was a random painting drawn by a classmate.

And these classmates are still only in the stage of learning to paint, to put it bluntly, they are only apprentices, their paintings can only be appreciated at most, how can they be so rare like this old man?

"Yes, old man, you like to paint, just now Mr. Zhu Yongsong, and Mr. Zhu Kang's paintings, so many masterpieces, why didn't you take a fancy to it, now you are interested in painting a painting of an unknown person, aren't you giving up gold and jade and going to the stone?"

Wang Lingli also spoke.

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone. I thought, this old guy, don't put such a master's painting, and now he is so ordinary that the painting is not even signed, isn't it annoying to worship it so much?

"Hehe, maybe people just like to collect garbage paintings, it's not necessarily, don't be embarrassed for others!"

Next to him, Zhu Kang couldn't help but sneer and mocked.

An old man, at his Zhu Kang art exhibition, was interested in the paintings of an unknown person, but he didn't pay attention to the paintings of great painters like himself or even his father, which made him feel jealous in his heart!

"Yes, classmates, everyone has their own hobbies, let him go!"

Zhu Yongsong also sneered.

In the hall, many guests also watched all this with a bewildered expression.

The words of Zhu Yongsong's father and son made them completely confused about the situation.

I don't know if this old man, as they say, loves to collect garbage paintings, or maybe he is old and confused......

At this time, an old man about the same age as the old man was squeezed out of the crowd, and when he saw the painting in the old man's hand from a distance, he also squeezed over excitedly, staring at the painting for a long time.

"It's really a good painting! It's a good painting! Yang Lao, your vision is so amazing, you actually found such a good painting!"

The old man who came later was Li Shaomin, the person who had led a group of old people to ask Luo Yang to write!

"Hehe, Mr. Li, it's good that you're here, otherwise, they still think I'm old and confused, and it's strange to look at an unsigned painting! Only I know, I'm not confused, now that you're here, tell me what you think of this painting!"

The old man, who was known as Yang Lao, immediately said with a smile on his face.