Lu Lao's brocade box contains a framed calligraphy and painting, which is the kind of antique mounting.

Seeing what was inside, Lu Lao's eyes didn't change.

To be honest, over the years, he has received more of these gifts.

He usually doesn't have any special hobbies, but when he's older, he just likes calligraphy, painting and chess, so most of the gifts from others are leaning on this kind of thing.

Even Hetian Qingyu's chess pieces he has received two pairs, which is really nothing new.

More paintings and calligraphy were received, including customized paintings and calligraphy by contemporary masters, and even authentic works by famous artists of all dynasties.

He appreciates calligraphy and painting, especially Chinese painting, but that doesn't mean he wants to have those priceless paintings and calligraphy.

He hopes that the ancient authentic works that were sent to him can be placed in the exhibition hall, so that more people who love them can see them and realize the value of inheritance.

But most people will always get him wrong.

When Lu Lao saw that the brocade box was also calligraphy and painting for the first time, he didn't feel much, and when he found the antique mounting on it, he shook his head in his heart, and even felt a little disappointed.

I thought that the girl my grandson would be different, but I didn't expect it to be as vulgar as an ordinary person.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lu Lao, Lu Zecheng stared at his grandfather's movements, but his brows frowned slightly. His grandfather didn't seem very happy to receive Nie Yao's gift.

He pursed his lips and didn't say anything, just glanced in Nie Yao's direction.

I saw Nie Yao sitting next to Grandma Lu, the expression on her face did not change, and she still had a faint smile.

She seemed to be sure that Lu Lao would not dislike her gifts.

What Lu Zecheng wanted to say suddenly swallowed again.

Lu Lao carefully took out the calligraphy and painting from the brocade box, and then spread it on a special long table on the side.

Halfway through the unfolding of calligraphy and painting, Lu Lao suddenly paused, and then a flash of surprise and surprise flashed in the shrewd old man's eyes.

Then, the movements of his hands became much faster and more urgent than before.

When the whole calligraphy and painting were fully unfolded, the people in the living room could see what was painted on it.

A Chinese painting of "Pine Crane Extends the Year", the blank space in the upper right of the calligraphy and painting is inscribed with block letters.

"Rank and rank, secluded South Mountain. Such as bamboo buds, such as pine trees. ”

After just four lines, there is a square seal under the word.

Although the words engraved on the seal are small seals, Lu Lao, who often watches and studies calligraphy and paintings, still recognizes the two words on the small seal at a glance, which are clearly the two words "Nie Yao" in the seal.

The whole painting is delicate, the scene is born together, and the charm is vivid, although it is not everyone's handwriting, but it is definitely a contemporary masterpiece!

Even if it is a Chinese painting now, the idea drawn by everyone will not necessarily be as good as this painting.

The seriousness on Lu Lao's face suddenly faded, and the corners of his mouth, which were originally slightly bent downward, also raised.

He stood in front of this national picture of "Pine Crane Prolonging the Year" and looked at it for a few minutes, and specially asked the adjutant to take his reading glasses, until he had seen enough, he took off the reading glasses, stretched out his hand and nodded Lu Zecheng and Lu Qin, "You guys also come and see." ”

Lu Qin, who was standing on the side, was speechless, she didn't understand Chinese painting at all, at most she could only tell if the painting was good-looking and not-looking, let her go and watch it, what is the difference between it and a cow chewing peonies.

But even if she doesn't know how to appreciate, she has to pretend to walk to the long table, she doesn't understand, it doesn't mean that Lu Zecheng doesn't understand either.

Lu Qin stretched out his hand and smashed him, "Sixth brother, how is this painting?"

Lu Zecheng has already roughly swept around. He glanced at Lu Qin, his slender fingers tapped the position of the inscription, and the corners of his mouth raised, "It's about the same level as this word." ”

I don't know what's going on, Lu Zecheng just gave birth to a sense of honor.