After leaving Hua's hometown, Meng Zitao first sent Xiang Weijiang back, and then went to the police station to ask Hua Xinwei where he had sold the jade in the first place.

Hua Xinwei told Meng Zitao that he had given the jade to the drug dealer to settle the account, and he did not know where the things were now.

In this case, Meng Zitao could only continue to wait. His only concern was that he would be the first to be caught up in the Soul Guards, but even if this really happened, it was not something he could decide.

Early the next morning, Meng Zitao disappeared and the drug dealer found him, but he sold the jade to someone else, and after several changes of hands, it is still unknown whose hands he owned.

Meng Zitao put away his mobile phone and smiled, this can be regarded as a good thing.

After that, he said goodbye to He Wanyi, took Lu Hongzhen's imitation of the painting, and got into the car.

Today he is going to Shanghai to bring this painting to his master's friends for a review, in preparation for Lu Hongzhen's reputation.

After more than two hours of driving, the car stopped at the door of a community, Meng Zitao got out of the car and discussed it with the security guard, explained the reason and made a registration, and drove the car into the community.

A few minutes later, Meng Zitao met his master's friend Ji Lao, who was a master of Chinese painting and a well-known expert in painting and calligraphy, and had a high prestige in the industry.

It's just that Ji Lao's health is not very good, and now he can only travel in a wheelchair, basically does not participate in various activities, and has disappeared from the public's field of vision.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, seeing you, I have more confidence in the development of our country's art world. Ji Lao looked at Meng Zitao and praised him.

Meng Zitao said modestly: "You are too old, and I still have a lot to learn." ”

Ji Lao laughed: "Young man, being too modest is pride." ”

Meng Zitao smiled, but his eyes noticed that the young woman pushing Ji Lao's wheelchair showed a look of disdain, which made him feel a little strange.

The woman's name is Ji Lan, and she is Ji Lao's granddaughter, but Ji Lan's father is rich, so she follows her mother's surname.

Meng Zitao noticed just now that Ji Lan's attitude towards him didn't seem to be very friendly, and he thought it was his own delusion, but now it seems that it is not an illusion at all. But it's just the first time we met, and I didn't mess with her, why should I have an opinion about myself?

After that, Ji Lao was pushed by Ji Lan and led Meng Zitao to his study.

After a few casual conversations, Meng Zitao took out Lu Hongzhen's imitation of the painting and unfolded it on the desk.

When Ji Lao saw the painting, his expression moved, and he took out a magnifying glass to observe it carefully.

This is a painting of a lady, the eyes of the woman in the painting are full of confusion, and her endless longing for her sweetheart is fully revealed, the picture is a pair of flying swifts, and the stars and fallen flowers on the ground reflect the loneliness and desolation of the characters.

Ten minutes later, Ji Lao withdrew his gaze from the scroll, and he said to Meng Zitao with a smile: "You can tell me about the author's situation." ”

Meng Zitao first briefly talked about Lu Hongzhen's situation and his thoughts: "What do you think of his works?"

"Strictly speaking, his level can be considered upper-middle. ”

Ji Lao pointed to the scroll and commented: "Let's just say that this painting, I have also seen the original, it is to render the haze atmosphere with light ink, and use the environment to set off the inner melancholy of the characters, your friend copied it quite accurately, but because it pays too much attention to the meaning that the original work wants to express, this painting seems to be a little more ingenious." If I were to create it, the figure would have been thinner, as Liu Yongci wrote, 'for Yi to make people haggard'. ”

Meng Zitao nodded and said, "You are right. ”

Ji Lao said with a smile: "Of course, although his works have some shortcomings, I have to say that his basic skills are still relatively good, and he is also very spiritual. Well, when it's convenient, you ask him to come to me, and I'll talk to him. ”

"Excuse me, you're old. Meng Zitao hurriedly expressed his gratitude, and with Ji Lao's words, his purpose of visiting Ji Lao was achieved.

Ji Lan said: "Brother Meng, I heard that you are a contemporary grass saint, can you show your calligraphy here?"

Meng Zitao happily agreed, not to mention anything else, Ji Lao helped him, and it was also appropriate to write him a calligraphy.

However, although Ji Lan smiled when he spoke, he always felt that there was malice hidden in it.

In fact, Ji Lan's idea is also simple, she doesn't believe how high Meng Zitao's calligraphy level is, Meng Zitao's reputation is hyped, even if her grandfather praised it, it is just a matter of face.

Besides, if she guessed correctly, she would definitely humiliate Meng Zitao, and if she guessed wrong, it didn't matter, at least her grandfather had one more collection, and she didn't lose anything.

Meng Zitao didn't know the little Jiujiu in Ji Lan's heart, he picked up the pen and ink prepared by Ji Lao, and prepared to write the poem "Reward Joy and Praise for the Old Age" by the Tang Dynasty writer Liu Yuxi.

What this poem expresses is that although people in old age have the negative side of being thin, thin, weakened eyesight, and sick, there are also good sides such as being experienced, knowing how to cherish time, and self-motivation.

In particular, the last sentence, "Mo Dao Sangyu is late, for the sun is still full of sky", which is deeply appreciated by people and has become a famous sentence that has been praised through the ages.

Ji Lao also liked this poem quite a lot, and now it is interpreted under the pen of Meng Zitao, and he can see that he is relaxed and happy, and he applauds continuously.

"Xiao Meng, your words are rough and arrogant, one breath, there are flying streams, mountains and valleys are loud, it is better to hear than to see!"

Listening to her grandfather's praise, Ji Lan was also very surprised, she didn't expect Meng Zitao's calligraphy to be so amazing, it didn't look like the work of someone in his twenties at all.

This made her mutter, could it be that Meng Zitao started practicing calligraphy from his stomach?

A piece of calligraphy, Ji Lan's attitude towards Meng Zitao has changed, but when he thinks of some things, those changes have disappeared again.

Meng Zitao had lunch at Ji Lao's place, and then said goodbye and left, and Ji Lao sent Ji Lan to give Meng Zitao a ride.

"Ji Lan, is there any misunderstanding between us?" Meng Zitao asked.

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't blame me for my mistake, I think you're hostile to me. ”

"To tell you the truth, I really don't like you, and if it weren't for you, my good friend wouldn't be looked down upon. ”

Meng Zitao was very surprised: "Who is your friend?"

"Her name is Yuan Minhui. ”

"I don't know her. ”

"You should know her brother, his name is Yuan Jingde. ”

Meng Zitao was a little speechless and said: "I do know Yuan Jingde, but he has a problem with his character, and he is completely to blame for going to prison, don't you know about Yuan Jingde?"