Lin Luo was there, looking at Wang Lao's expression carefully, and he didn't dare to sit or talk much. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Lao sat on the rattan chair next to the bamboo wall by himself, and when he looked at Lin Luo, his beard curled a few times angrily, and the crutches knocked on the ground with a "crackling" sound.

"Why, I have to ask you to sit down, don't you?"

Where did Lin Luo dare, hurry up and answer.

"Hey, I didn't want to see where the teapot was and make you a cup of tea. ”

Wang Lao snorted and didn't say anything more, just watched Lin Luo look for teapots everywhere there, and didn't remind him for half a minute.

Lin Luo poured the tea quickly and put it in front of Wang Lao.

"Teacher, you taste. ”

Wang Shi not only loves painting, but also a tea guest who has no tea. Moreover, he is also a person who likes to drink strong tea. Every time you make tea, you always have to put a few more than others. When Lin Luo was in the studio before, because of the good skills of making tea trained by his grandfather, he was very favored by Wang Lao.

Wang Lao didn't say whether it was good or bad, but his originally cold face was already much better.

Who is Lin Luo, the owner of the dye workshop who dares to open a dye workshop without paint. Seeing that the teacher's expression was good, he took the opportunity to take the picture tube that was placed next to the chair. Carefully took out two small drawings from inside.

She put them in front of Wang Lao, "Teacher, I came back in a hurry this time, and I didn't bring anything good." It's just these two, I think it's very interesting, so I brought them back, you look at them, do you still like them?"

Wang Lao's face still looked unwilling, his eyes were indeed honest, and he had already glanced at the painting.

At first, he still looked at Lin Luo's hand, and he was still taking a sip of tea from time to time. After looking at it for a short time, he put down his teacup and reached out to take the paper. When I looked at it carefully, the shock in my eyes was even more obvious. He stood up, walked over to the table, and picked up the magnifying glass in the drawer. There are still words in his mouth - "Rare, rare." ”

"It's been hundreds of years, and it's still so well preserved. Where did you get that?"

Lin Luo took a few steps forward, stood beside him, and took out his mobile phone to show him.

"Teacher, you see, this is a small town in Tuscany, Italy. I was on vacation with a few Italian friends and stumbled upon an old picture book at the market in this town, with a simple cover but a thunderous signature. ”

She said, gesturing to the signature on the drawing.

Elder Wang, nodded. Yes, such a great painter is hard to come by in contemporary times.

Lin Luo continued, "We thought that most of them were imitations, because the price was not expensive, so we thought it would be better to buy them back as decorations." Unexpectedly, when we returned to Milan, the professor looked at it and said, "We have hit a big luck." In addition to the ones left for the professor and other friends, I have four of them here, and these two are the best preserved. I think you'll be interested, so I'm here for you. ”

Wang Lao picked up the magnifying glass again and looked at it carefully, and the joy was already on his face.

These are the first drafts of two oil paintings, which are sketches that the artist makes on paper before putting pen to paper. Generally, after the painting is completed, the author will most of the authors destroy it, so the manuscripts left behind are very precious. What's more, the paintings on these two manuscripts are still the only ones that have not been found in the finished product.

Wang Lao put down his glasses and looked at Lin Luo.

"Are you going to give it to me? Do you know how much they cost?"

Lin Luo smiled, "It's not worth the teacher's teaching." ”

Wang Lao looked at the students who were already standing in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. At that time, she insisted on going abroad, and he was actually very angry. Even in these years, I have never been really happy when I hear others say that he taught a good student, and how good she is now.

Lin Luo was gifted in painting, how much he had expected of her, and how disappointed he was when she left.

But today, a few years later. When she was really standing in front of her, she couldn't get angry at all. What's wrong with the child, she's just pursuing what she wants. Just like when I was young, I went to an industry that they considered "not in the stream" despite the opposition of my family. How can she not be her past self now?

He stroked his beard and glanced at Lin Luo again.

"You, come here, play chess with me. ”

Lin Luo hurriedly smiled and said "Okay", asked where to put the chess, and took it and put it on the table.

She sat upright, her right hand slightly intertwined.

"Master, please. ”

Wang Lao twisted a chess piece and put it on the chessboard.

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"Hahaha, it feels like I'm going to win. ”

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"No, no, start all over again. ”

"Why are you so old? ”

"Hey, hey, you put this seed here. ”

"Why put it there? I'm going to die if I put it there. No, I'm not going to let go, I'm going to win right away. ”

"Why? Because I'm your teacher!!!"

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