Jiang Zhe was like offering a treasure, gently placing the scroll on the desk, twisting his fingers like shallots lightly, untying the red thread that was tied up, and then carefully spreading out the scroll.

Looking at Jiang Zhe's movements, Jiang Xin laughed for a while, if he wore a pair of white gloves, he would really become a cultural relics expert in the museum.

Alas, if he was still by his side, he should be so old, right? Looking at his niece's face, Jiang Xin sighed softly. For twenty years, she hasn't missed him for a moment.

Sometimes she can't help but ask God why he was so cruel to her, so that she went from a happy woman to nothing overnight, and her loving husband and children suddenly disappeared, no matter how she searched, she did not find their whereabouts.

It's like a sweet dream, but when you wake up, you find that everything is fake.

She thought about hate, but what was the use of hate? Can she get her son back, her husband?

"Auntie, how is it? You're a famous painter and someone who has held art exhibitions, so let's see how good this painting is?"

Jiang Zhe opened the scroll completely and said proudly. Because of her profession, her exposure since she was a child, and Professor Zhuang Xuyan's mention, she naturally knew that Chen Yi's "Nine Songs of the Yellow River" was of high level, and she couldn't help but show off her aunt.

She is the executive director of the National Art Association, a painter who is right, if Chen Yi's paintings can even conquer her, it means that Chen Yi's has reached a very high level.

I don't know when it began, there was a figure in her heart, not tall, but it could give people an incomparable sense of security.

She will never forget that in the Qimen Dunjia Array, the figure holding the Qingyu Sword and killing all directions, making the father and son two generations of river gods bleed, very bloody, but unforgettable.

Jiang Xin came back to his senses and looked at the picture scroll, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he was firmly attracted in an instant.

The Yellow River, with its angry waters, is like a big yellow dragon, flamboyant but not presumptuous, surging but meandering.

God's work!

This is her highest evaluation, the pen is vigorous, the artistic conception is numerous, and she has both form and spirit!

"This, is this the work of Master Li Hai?" Jiang Xin first thought of a highly respected old artist in Huaxia, but immediately shook his head, "No, it's not like Master Li Hai's work, this vast and flamboyant momentum is even higher than Master Li Hai's." ”

Seeing her aunt's shocked appearance, Jiang Zhe's eyes narrowed, exactly the same as her original shock, and even there was something more in her eyes.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. If Jiang Zhe is a half-ass, then Jiang Xin is a master in the insiders, the angle of appreciation is definitely different, and the experience is not the same.

"In one go, the pen is like a divine help, if there is no vigorous painting in the chest**, it is absolutely impossible to get such a masterpiece!"

Jiang Xin doesn't know how many years she hasn't been so excited.

Now those painters in China, the artists are too utilitarian, and the things they do are full of a copper smell, and that kind of person will never be able to paint the artistic conception of Ling Ran of the surging Yellow River.

"How is it, my friend's level is still passable, right?" Jiang Zhe asked proudly, although he already knew the answer from his aunt's expression, he still couldn't help but ask again, like a child showing off his toys.

"Master-level works, master-level works, I haven't seen them for a long time, his age should be over sixty years old, right? Otherwise, it is impossible to express the meaning of the Yellow River so vividly!"

Jiang Xin didn't look up, she was completely attracted by "Nine Songs of the Yellow River", and she looked up reluctantly and looked at it reluctantly.

Jiang Zhe smiled slyly, "Haha, auntie, you are rude this time." ”

"Wrong?" Jiang Xin was puzzled, "How could it be? Could this picture scroll be printed? No, your aunt still has this eyesight." ”

Jiang Zhe hugged Jiang Xin's arm and smiled even more cheerfully, "No, I mean you said the wrong age of him, not sixty years old." ”

"Age?" Jiang Xin thought for a moment, "That master, is it still a little older? Seventy years old? No matter how old it is, that kind of pride will be worn out, and the body can't keep up, and he no longer has the ability to complete such an imposing painting." ”

Unconsciously, Jiang Xin has used honorific titles for the person who painted. It's not that she thinks highly, but the person who can make such a painting, what is it if not a master?

Jiang Xin's own artistic level has naturally reached a very high level, and the author of this "Nine Songs of the Yellow River" is far beyond her.

"He's only twenty years old, and he'll be twenty-one years old after the New Year!"

Jiang Zhe said proudly, as if it was not painted by Chen Yi, but her own work.

"Twenty?"

Jiang Xin exclaimed in surprise and shook his head vigorously, "Impossible, impossible, when did Huaxia have such a genius, the artistic conception of this painting is not at all something that a twenty-year-old person can have, Xiaozhe, you lied to me again, right?"

Jiang Xin looked at her niece with a blaming gaze, this little girl.

"Auntie, you blame me for this, he is twenty years old, I thought it was incredible at first, if it wasn't for Professor Zhuang Xuyanzhuang's confirmation, I thought it was someone ghostwriting", Jiang Zhe said, and the young face appeared in front of him again.

"Professor Zhuang Xuyan, is that Professor Zhuang in the archaeological field?"

"Yes, it's him, you believe it this time, right?"

Jiang Xin was stunned, shook his head, and said, "Although I know Professor Zhuang's skills and character, I still can't believe that this painting is actually from the hand of a twenty-year-old young man, it's too shocking." ”

"That, Xiao Zhe, can you ask him to meet? This kind of genius can't be buried, maybe he will become a generation of masters in the future, I want to absorb him into the Art Association", Jiang Xin hurriedly said again.

Jiang Zhe was finally a little surprised, his aunt's vision has always been high, and she doesn't like the current atmosphere of the Chinese art world, and it seems that it is the first time to take the initiative to invite others to join the art association.

However, I am afraid that this will disappoint her.

Jiang Zhe said: "I'm afraid not, he is not only a painter, but also the chairman of a company, that Bai, the Bai who has recently become popular because of the 'Luoshui Goddess'." ”

"Oh!"

Jiang Xin nodded in disappointment, she had heard of the Bai family, and she had also seen the goddess of Luoshui from the promotional video, it was hard to imagine that the young man was still the chairman of the Bai family.

Is there really such a genius as zài in this world?

Seeing that Jiang Zhe's little face was full of pride, Jiang Xin said with a smile: "Xiao Nizi, did you move your heart and like others?"

The aunt and nephew have a deep relationship, and often make some innocuous jokes, whenever this time, Jiang Zhe either disagrees, or plays with his aunt, but this time she is a little sad.

"I like people, but they don't like me," Jiang Zhe said with some resentment.

Jiang Xin was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect her niece to really be moved, she was even more curious about the young man, and at the same time she was a little unhappy, "Why doesn't he like our Xiaozhe? That's because he has no eyes, it's his loss, and when we meet, my aunt will teach him a good lesson." ”

"Auntie!"

Jiang Zhejiao shouted angrily, and said gloomily, "It's my own problem, the first time I met, they saved me once, but I didn't know, I kept looking for trouble with him, and he already has a girlfriend, a policeman, very beautiful, prettier than me." ”

Thinking of the short-haired woman, Jiang Zhe couldn't help but be defeated.

Jiang Xin put away the joke, "Alas, there is no way to do it, feelings are such a thing, sometimes one step earlier can determine the final victory." ”