Meng Fanchen said after a while: "Yes, twenty-eight million." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Nonsense!"

After Meng Xiaozhiqing turned around, he walked quickly towards the courtyard next to him. Even if the younger generations make trouble, the older generation will also follow suit.

What's the point of a shoddy work of a junior who falsely reports the price to such a point, and then doesn't really pay for it when he turns around?

Jiu Limeng hurriedly followed, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his heart.

With her understanding of Qiao Yu, although he sometimes likes to joke, he definitely knows the general situation, why is he messing around now?

The two of them turned around the corner and looked, oh, good guy, three layers inside and three layers outside, and they didn't know that they thought they were playing monkey tricks inside.

"Ahem"

Meng Xiaozhi coughed twice, as if the person in front of him didn't hear it, he patted the person in front of him, and the person turned around impatiently and said, "Grandpa!" ”

Seeing Academician Meng coming over, the noisy crowd quickly shut up.

The crowd slowly made a way.

After Meng Xiaozhi walked in, he cleared his throat and said, "It's almost time, everyone, it's time to sit down." The painting ......"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the painting, and was about to say that the painting could be stacked and set aside, when suddenly it seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and his eyes could no longer be taken off.

Jiu Limeng's eyes were also attracted by it.

"This ...... This ......"

Meng Xiaozhi stretched out his hand to touch it, but instantly realized that it would dirty the calligraphy and painting, so he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and was speechless for a long time.

Eye-catching, pleasing to the heart, far-reaching, living souls.

The fourfold realm of calligraphy is not unknown to the literati of the older generation. However, the master who has reached the Zhiyuan realm has passed away for more than 30 years, and the realm of living souls has not appeared for more than a thousand years.

A well-preserved calligraphy and painting of "living beings" that has been handed down today was plundered by Western empires in the intercontinental war a few decades ago and displayed in their imperial museums.

Looking at this painting, Meng Xiaozhi was obsessed for more than five minutes, raised his head, and laughed with tears in his eyes.

At most, people now have some feelings, but he has come step by step from the national crisis, watching the rejuvenation of the country, watching the culture full of scars bloom again, on the one hand, he is gratified, and on the other hand, he is far from satisfied.

In today's world, almost all the famous books circulating in China are imported products!

In today's world, foreign monks are good at chanting!

In today's world, national art can hardly go abroad!

After laughing wildly, Meng Xiaozhi patted Qiao Yu's shoulder heavily and nodded heavily in satisfaction.

Dahua revival, why worry about no successor!

His gaze was deep and far-reaching, and two flames danced in the deepest depths, as if he had seen the moment when the entire nation shone on the world stage.

This is the feelings of an eighty-year-old man in the Republic of China.

Meng Xiaozhi turned around and looked around at everyone again, shaking his head.

"Domestic products, no matter how much they sell."

He walked over, carefully took it from Wei Xue's hand (the old man had taken it, and then handed it to her), and laid it flat on the table.

Meng Rujing's face was constipated for three days and was still ugly.

He really wants to slap Xiao Chen back and forth more than a dozen times with a deaf cheek now, why is this a basketball game? Why is this still singing?

It's belittling to call him a master, this Mu Yi's grandmother is a national teacher!

Wei Xue didn't know what to say now, and in addition to being shocked, his heart was shocked by the eighteenth generation of its ancestors.

The little prince can't hold it down when he sings, and the dark knight can't hold it down when he plays basketball, and now it's time for Academician Meng's birthday banquet, Li Xuchun and Zhang Tairuo, the two old-timers, can't hold you back, why did you grow up drinking chicken blood?

"Of course I won't sell it, because, old man, this is my birthday gift to you." Qiao Yu said with a smile.

A priceless saying is that if you give it away, you will give it away, and the magnanimity is convincing. Others value it, but in Qiao Yu's eyes, it is nothing, anyway, he wrote it himself.

These words aroused the envy of everyone.

"The handwriting is good, but the drawing may not be satisfactory."

After calming down, Zhang Tairuo said with a strong face. Today, if you don't take back some face, after today, I am afraid that there will be no place for my old face.

Qiao Yu laughed twice, picked up the brush and drew on the newly taken rice paper, the people next to him just wanted to crowd up, the old academician scolded, everyone didn't dare to speak, and stood in place and stretched their necks to look at him.

Meng Xiaozhi was afraid that it would disturb him and affect the advent of another great work.

With Qiao Yu's concentration, this is completely overwhelmed.

The brush wanders on the rice paper, and after a while, a misty landscape painting jumps onto the paper.

He straightened his waist, and several old men immediately surrounded him, looking at the scroll in amazement.

The rolling hills are almost ready to fly out, and the clouds seem to be churning, enveloping the viewer.

When the perspective of the whole painting seems to be on the highest mountain, overlooking all this, a feeling of "heaven and earth are in the heart" rises in my heart.

Seeing that Qiao Yu was about to drop the pen again, Meng Xiaozhi lost his voice and said, "Don't!" ”

"This painting is so beautiful, the realm is beyond imagination, and now it is perfect to the extreme, and a little more ink will only ruin this painting!"

"Don't leave your pen behind!"

In the exclamation of everyone, Qiao Yu still put the pen on the painting and wrote down eight lines of words freely.

Then she repeated the old trick, "drying" the ink with vitality, and pointed at Wei Xue, and she picked it up very obediently.

Now that so many masters are present, if she wants to make things difficult for Qiao Yu, she will only make a fuss herself. Now Qiao Yu has become an existence that she can only look up to.

"The name of the poem, "Wangyue". The reader is still Mu Shujie.

"How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and "Wangyue" was like a giant hammer, smashing heavily on everyone's hearts.

"This one, auction."

Qiao Yu looked at Jiu Limeng with a smile and said, "When is the auction, you can decide, if you get the money, you will share 20,000." ”

……

After the banquet, Qiao Yu could be regarded as seeing the madness of this group of literati. After saluting Academician Meng, they came to Qiao Yu's side one by one to toast.

He did not refuse, and some people who thought he was arrogant suddenly changed their minds, thinking that they were proud when they should be proud, and they were more humble than anyone else when they were modest.

How can ordinary people not start to shirk after a few sips, you look at people, although they have the talent of a national teacher, they are not without the slightest shelf for anyone?

Academician Meng said with a straight face that Qiao Yu stole his limelight, judging from the smile in his eyebrows, he was happier than anyone else.