"Sitting in the jade hall, you will meet all the distinguished guests." Gentle but with a hoarse voice.

Is the boss coming? Or a dancer?

"When a distinguished guest comes to the door, he will not be welcomed." The old man's temples were pale, which were the traces left to him by the years.

"It's the junior class who got the axe." Yue Yan smiled lightly. Dude notified the boss while making tea? Do you really take yourself as the big one?

"Hello old man~" Rong Wuyi patted Yueyan's shoulder and motioned for him to let himself go.

"Okay." The old man nodded kindly to Rong Wuyi. Tell the guy to go and get some snacks and sweets that children like to eat.

"I don't know the old man, but there is something you can see?" The old man asked tentatively. At this age, money is no longer important to him. He just hopes to meet like-minded people and have a few chats.

Only then did I receive a call from a guy and hurried over.

"You, old gentleman. It's a real test of people's eyesight. "There is something in Yue's words, but it is not clear.

Some words, if they are made clear, then the rules are broken.

"How about you take a look at this painting?" The old man led him to an ink painting.

"Mr. Li Keran's paintings are rare." Yue Yan unhurriedly repeated the words that Rong Wuyi's secret voice came into his ears. He says a word and repeats it himself.

"Mr. Li Keran introduced the chiaroscuro in Western painting into Chinese painting, harmoniously melting Western painting techniques into the profound traditional brushwork and modeling intentions. He's a genius. ”

"He is a disciple of Qi Baishi, and his painting style has been more or less affected. He advocated that those who are valuable are courageous, and those who want souls. ”

"This one in the old gentleman's collection is similar." The rest of the sentence, Yue Yan did not speak.

But the meaning is already clear. Resemblance, but not souls. It can be regarded as a later imitation by a master, and it is collectible, but it is not genuine.

"Little friend, good eyesight." When the old man listened to the treasures of the moon, he knew that he had really met an expert.

Today's young people know that some masters that even three-year-old children have heard of are too impetuous. If you don't nominate a painting, it's too difficult to tell which master it's painting.

It is impossible not to study all the famous teachers of the past and present.

"Don't blame you, it's been a long time since I've met a young man as knowledgeable as you." There was a hint of sadness in the old man's tone, and he explained to Yueyu. "The old man's surname is Li, and his name is Feizhang."

"Is it from the Analects?" Rong Wuyi interjected suspiciously. "Grandpa, you must be very knowledgeable!" After speaking, he nodded his little head vigorously, indicating that what he said was right.

"Hahaha......" the old man laughed. I didn't expect that this little friend could tell me where my words came from. ”

The old man was really full of mixed feelings and was very pleased. What has been passed down from our ancestors, there are still people learning and remembering.

"Little friend, tell grandpa your name." The old man squatted down and looked at the blameless eyes.

"No blame. No blame. "He had heard the story of this old man in his previous life.

Li Qingyuan, Zi Fei Zhang.

Born in that chaotic era, my parents were bachelors who came back from studying abroad and contributed to the country. Perhaps it was because people in that era had too many emotions that they couldn't vent, and once human nature could play the slogan of justice, they had no scruples.

It was a release of a psychopathic mixed with jealousy after a long period of repression.

He is fourth in line, and there are three older brothers above him. The eldest brother joined the army at a young age and finally died honorably. The second brother disappeared and was never heard from. Disappearances were common in those days, and there were so many reasons for them. The third brother, who is one of the few people with excellent language talent, was specially recruited into the army and participated in the Battle of Xisha Sea.

Parents were successively put on the hat of bourgeois lackeys, imprisoned, isolated, and never seen the light of day all year round.

Perhaps because of the relationship between a martyr and a soldier in the family, his parents escaped the doom of being beaten and scolded □□.

Li Qingyuan, who was still in his mother's womb at that time, was imprisoned in a small black room with his mother. After showing his pregnancy, his mother's situation was a little better, and he could occasionally come out to let off steam.

Marvel. His birth was a miracle.

Does anyone remember that little radish head in the Dregs Cave concentration camp?

I received the best education from an early age, but I didn't have freedom.

You can only look at the sky.