Seeing An Yingwu's eyes, not to mention Meng Zitao, He Wanyi felt that An Yingwu was like a nymphomaniac, and he was disgusted in his heart, but it was only because of politeness that he didn't come out.

However, Xiaoyun is relatively straightforward, and said directly and unceremoniously: "Hey, I haven't seen a woman, what kind of eyes do you have!"

An Yingwu was a little embarrassed and annoyed when Xiaoyun said this.

Zeng Xiangping was actually a little dissatisfied with An Yingwu's expression in his heart, when he met for the first time with such a look, however, in the end, the person was brought by her, and it also represented his face, so he hurriedly started a round: "Xiao An has lived abroad since he was a child, and he may be more direct in dealing with people, but in fact, he himself is relatively simple." ”

"Simple?"

Hearing this word, everyone's expressions were a little strange, Xiaoyun pouted even more, if it wasn't for He Wanyi's aunt who spoke, she would have to smack the other party's face, just Ying Wu's red, naked, bare eyes, embarrassed to say that he was simple?

An Yingwu nodded again and again: "Aunt Ping is right, foreign countries are indeed more direct than domestic in terms of dealing with people, for example, gifts, foreign countries are generally dismantled in person, but domestic is different." ”

Xiao Yun saw that An Yingwu still had the face to answer, and couldn't help but say: "I said, have you ever heard of a word called 'follow the customs of the locals'? Oh, by the way, you live abroad, and it's normal not to know." ”

An Yingwu's expression was condensed and he laughed, and he was even more dissatisfied with Xiaoyun in his heart.

Zeng Xiangping smiled and said to He Wanyi: "Wanyi, your friend is quite eloquent. ”

He Wanyi didn't seem to hear the dissatisfaction in her aunt's words, and said lightly: "Isn't what Xiaoyun said reasonable?"

In fact, the relationship between He Wanyi and Zeng Xiangping. It wasn't too good before, especially before her personality changed. Every time Xiang Ping came to visit the door, she was never very polite. Although this qiē is related to her character, it is mainly due to the fact that Zeng Xiangping is more selfish.

Later, He Wanyi's personality changed, and the relationship between the two finally improved, but He Wanyi still didn't have much of a good impression of this aunt.

Zeng Xiangping knew He Wanyi's character very well, and when she saw He Wanyi say this, she smiled and didn't say much.

At this time, He Xinghuai, who was admiring the painting, raised his head. beckoned to Meng Zitao: "Xiao Meng, let's see how this painting is." ”

Meng Zitao walked over with a smile on his face, greeted "Hello uncle" first, and then looked at the paintings on the table.

"Hey, is it Wang Fu's "Ink Bamboo Drawing"?" Meng Zitao said in surprise.

He Wanyi looked over and asked, "Who is Wang Fu, is he very famous?"

Without waiting for Meng Zitao to speak, An Yingwu preemptively said: "Wang Fu was a painter in the early Ming Dynasty and was good at landscapes. Especially fine withered wood, bamboo and stone, although the painting bamboo inherits the legacy of the predecessors and Wu Zhen's ink and bamboo paintings, but the pen is more vigorous and chic, and the law of the shape is more strict. Emphasizing the charm of pen and ink and the feelings of the literati, there is a comment of 'flattering in the vigor and in the sprinkling outside the vertical and horizontal'. Therefore, it was called 'the first hand of the country'. ”

Xiaoyun pretended to be surprised and said, "Wow, that's not to say. Is this painting more than 600 years old, and can it still be preserved like this?"

Hearing Xiaoyun question the authenticity of this painting, An Yingwu was a little anxious. Said: "What you said is not right, such paintings were not affordable by ordinary people in ancient times, those rich and noble families, which one did not care for the calligraphy and painting of famous artists, if it is really like what you said, where did the paintings of the Song and Yuan dynasties in the Forbidden City come from?"

Xiaoyun blinked his eyes: "I just asked why it was so well preserved, and you just said a lot, do you have a ghost in your heart or what?"

An Yingwu was a little angry, and his tone was a little rushed: "Who has a ghost in their heart......"

He Xinghuai waved his hand: "Okay, whether it's true or not, you still have to listen to the professionals, but I think this painting should be real, what do you think, Xiao Meng?"

An Yingwu was a little surprised in his heart, could it be that this guy is young, and he is still an expert in calligraphy and painting?

Meng Zitao smiled: "I'll watch it first." ”

He Xinghuai nodded and said, "This is as it should be." ”

It took nearly twenty minutes for Mencius to take a closer look at the entire painting.

During this process, An Yingwu's cousin has been very calm, not at all worried that Meng Zitao said that the painting is fake, however, in fact, he is still a little nervous and worried.

"Brother Meng, how is this painting?" Xiao Yun hurriedly asked.

"It's the real thing. Meng Zitao nodded.

While An Yingwu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he felt a little pity, why didn't Meng Zitao say that the painting was fake, if this was the case, he could smash the appraisal certificate directly on Meng Zitao's head.

He Xinghuai said happily: "Xiao Meng, can you talk about your opinion?"

Meng Zitao first said a few words modestly, and then said: "The author of this painting writes about the secluded fence on a sunny day, and makes a slope stone under it, with a stable layout, draws the bamboo pole with a round and strong brushwork, writes the branches with a very beautiful brushwork, and writes the bamboo leaves with his hand, and pitches to the back, all of which have calligraphy rhyme." The author's pen is skillful and concise, and the shape is vivid and realistic, with a refreshing charm. ”

At the same time, the author uses the shade of ink and the size of the brushstrokes to express the three-dimensional sense of space, making the picture elegant and elegant, making people feel that there is a clear rhyme, with rain and dew, fluttering branches and leaves, and a chic dusty scenery. Judging from the artistic conception of the painting, this painting is the artist's expression of his feelings through bamboo, expressing his feelings of transcendence and tranquility......"

"Bang Bang ......"

When Meng Zitao's words fell, He Xinghuai applauded: "I have always said that you are very talented in calligraphy and painting, but I didn't expect that it is really better to hear than to see." ”

Meng Zitao hurriedly said that he didn't dare to be, and thought happily in his heart: "I didn't expect Wanyi to praise me so much in front of her parents." ”

Thinking about it, he secretly looked at He Wanyi, and it just so happened that He Wanyi also looked over.

He Wanyi saw Meng Zitao's smiling eyes, her pretty face turned red, and she quickly turned her head, feeling like a deer colliding with her.

This scene happened to fall into An Yingwu's eyes, and a trace of gloom flashed in his expression, but his feelings immediately calmed down: "Hmph! I can get divorced if I get married these years, and I can't fight for this deflated three with my conditions?!"

Speaking of which, this Wang Fu was smart and studious at an early age, and he was able to compose poetry at the age of 10, and he was a disciple at the age of 15. Learning from Wu Zhen, Wang Meng, Ni Zan and other masters in the painting world, his landscape paintings have both Wang Meng's Yucang style and Ni Zhan's far-reaching artistic conception, which has a certain influence on the landscape painting of the Wumen School. ”

"However, although his landscape painting is good, he refuses to make landscape painting lightly, so later generations have the verse of 'giving up people's demeanor and fashion, and it is not easy to ask for the bottom of the pen'......"

Next, He Xinghuai paid attention to the paintings again, admired Wang Fu very much, did not hesitate to praise them, and did not hide his love for the paintings at all.

Seeing this, An Yingwu secretly gritted his teeth, and thought with some pain: "I can't give up the child and can't trap the wolf, and if I can really pursue He Wanyi, the thing will not be my own in the future." ”

Thinking about it like this, he felt much more comfortable, and said with a smile: "Uncle He, although I have also studied Chinese painting, however, I am busy with work, and I usually have little time to appreciate paintings. ”

He Xinghuai was still very happy, but when he heard An Yingwu say that he wanted to give the painting to himself, his face suddenly changed, and he silently put the painting away, and said: "Xiao An, I have received your heart, you can take back this painting." ”

He Xinghuai's reaction made An Yingwu stunned: "What do you mean, I will give you a painting of hundreds of thousands of dollars (smaller size), is it still bad!"

Zeng Xiangping secretly kicked An Yingwu, motioned him to put the painting away, and said: "Brother-in-law, Xiao An doesn't know your rules, don't be angry with him." ”

He Xinghuai waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have the momentum, it's just that I can't accept such a valuable thing." ”

"You don't look angry, who are you fooling?" Zeng Xiangping secretly scolded himself.

An Yingwu also thought of it at this time, he had said to Ping before, don't give any expensive gifts, why did you forget it?

However, he immediately found a reason and glanced at Meng Zitao: "It's all to blame on this guy!"

An Yingwu could only obediently put away his things, and then the group walked out of the study and came to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, He Xinghuai noticed a few brocade boxes on the coffee table, remembered that this was a gift brought by An Yingwu, and asked, "Xiao An, what is this?

An Yingwu hurriedly said: "No, this is the gold silk jade I bought from a friend." ”

He Xinghuai was surprised and said, "What kind of jade is this, why haven't I heard of it before?" ”

An Yingwu hurriedly explained: "This is a kind of jade that has recently emerged, with radish patterns inside, so it is named 'golden silk jade', which is very beautiful, although the price is not expensive, but it has entered the international high-end market and is loved by people at home and abroad." It has a very high collection value. ”

While speaking, An Yingwu opened the box one by one, only to see that there were two ornaments and an ornament inside, which were divided into white, yellow, and red.

These three pieces of jade, white like mutton fat, yellow like beeswax, and red like chicken blood, do look very pleasing to the eye as An Yingwu said.

Xiao Yun asked Meng Zitao a little strangely, "Brother Meng, why don't you have this kind of golden silk jade in your store?"

Meng Zitao smiled slightly and said: "There are two reasons, one is that the modern excavation time of golden silk jade is close to 2003, which is basically excavated in the same period as Huanglongyu, and does not have the historical and cultural connotation of Hetian jade and jadeite. In addition, from the perspective of geological characteristics alone, golden silk jade is a kind of silica quartzite. So I don't want to get into that kind of thing. ”

He Wanyi's heart moved, and she pretended to be a little puzzled and asked, "Why is the name silica quartzite?" )

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