When the major radio stations were shocked by their record low listening rate and were at a loss, our Comrade Wang Ling was still asleep in bed until a phone call woke him up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Take a look, Lin Xi? Isn't this the journalist who bought his own painting that day? What's the matter with me? Shouldn't you want to return the painting?

After hesitating, he picked up the phone, "Hey, hello!" ”

"Is it Teacher Wang Ling?"

"Yes, reporter Lin has something to do with me? Isn't it going to be a repulsion? No refunds will be given for the sale of goods! ”

"How can it, I still think it's a bargain to buy a painting from you for 200,000 yuan! That's right, today is my uncle's birthday, I gave him one of your paintings, my uncle was very happy, he admired your paintings very much, and said that your paintings are definitely worth more than 200,000 yuan, saying that we have taken a big advantage, he wants to see you, know which young painter it is, and invite you to have a meal by the way. ”

"Meet? Dine? Don't be so polite. ”

"Yes, yes! My uncle is the vice chairman of the Artists Association, Master Xu Pingxu, he is also famous in your painting world, you should have heard of it, right? ”

"Xu level? Haven't heard of it. ”

“……”

"Okay, don't be a master of him, just treat him as my uncle, enjoy your face and have a meal?"

"Okay, it's idle anyway. Well, is there lobster to eat? "Wang Ling likes to eat this.

"Yes, there are some lobsters, you can eat as many lobsters as you want."

Sure enough, it is a local tyrant who will have hundreds of thousands of dollars as soon as he makes a move, and this kind of local tyrant must be friends.

"When and where?"

"Today happens to be my uncle's birthday, he held a party, it started in the afternoon, the dinner is in the evening, and I will send you a text message in a moment."

"Birthday party? Is it convenient for me to go? ”

"It's convenient, and I have invited a lot of colleagues in the painting world, so you must have arrived early."

"Okay, then we'll see you in the afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Ling didn't feel sleepy, he had to record the story he was going to tell tonight first, and he couldn't delay the audience from listening to the story just because he was eating, right.

It took him two hours to record the story of the Condor Shooting to the tenth time, fortunately, Master Jin's novel does not have many words, unlike online novels that move millions of words at every turn.

After getting these done, Wang Ling began to prepare gifts, and people invited them to dinner on their birthdays, so it was not good to go empty-handed.

What to give, I'm poor now, and I can't afford any expensive gifts, I heard that Lin Xi and her uncle are from the Art Association, so let's write a word, it takes too much time to paint, and this guy is this lazy person, so I can spend less time.

Although he did not get calligraphy skills, Wang Lingke in his previous life was a calligraphy lover, and he copied the calligraphy of major famous artists well, and also participated in the provincial youth calligraphy competition and won the second prize.

What kind of font to write?,Of course, it's a font that doesn't exist in this world.,So that you can reflect the level of your brother.。

Wang Xizhi? Yes, its calligraphy has reached the height of "Guiyue group products, ancient and modern Mo Er", and is respected as a generation of "calligraphy saints". But Nima, there is Wang Xizhi in this world.

Yan Zhenqing? Liu Gongquan? There is no such thing in this world, he knew when he practiced regular script, "to start with willow style, to see merit with face body", but regular script is too dignified, and it is too characteristic to give it as a gift.

Wild grass in Waisu? It's not good, it's too grassy, people with a little bit of a poor level can't understand what words are written, in case Lin Xi and his uncle don't understand, how embarrassing it is.

Yes, it's him, the words are less and easy to write, and the meaning is good, if her uncle asks why she is so young and why her painting level is so high, she will use this word to explain.

He finished writing, went to the street to frame him, and when he saw that the time was not early, he contacted Lin Xi and found her uncle's house according to the address she gave.

Lin Xi's uncle really deserves to be a great painter, the vice chairman of the Artists Association, and lives in a high-end villa, the Lion City in western Beijing, according to the housing price in Beijing, there are tens of millions of dollars that cannot be afforded.

Lin Xi waited at the door early in the morning, and when he saw him coming, he led him into the villa.

The garden behind the villa is furnished, and there are many tables on the table, and there are all kinds of drinks and snacks on the table for people to help themselves, it seems that the owner of the villa is quite trendy and knows how to keep pace with the times.

Lin Xi brought him to a middle-aged man who was about fifty years old and introduced them to each other, "Uncle, this is Teacher Wang Lingwang, the writer of the painting I gave you." ”

"Teacher Wang, this is my uncle, a famous painter, calligrapher, and vice chairman of the Artists Association, Master Xu Pingxu."

"Hello! Master Wang, welcome to my birthday kick, I wanted to talk about the hotel to do it, but the family has to do something at home, which makes you laugh. Master Xu stretched out his hand and shook Wang Ling's hand.

"It's good to do it at home, it's lively."

"Master Wang looks so young, Xiaoxi gave me a picture of Qingxi pine shade today, and told me that it was played by a young painter in his twenties, I can't believe it! She showed me another video, which is the one you sand painting and painting on the spot, and the amazing two-handed pen painting is really breathtaking! ”

"Teacher Xu, it sounds awkward to call Master Wang, you should call me Xiao Wang."

"Okay, I'll take care of it, call you Xiao Wang, don't call me Teacher Xu, just call me Uncle Xu. Can you tell me how you practiced your painting skills, I'm curious, not only me, but all my colleagues in the art academy are very curious. ”

"Yes! We are all curious, we don't believe it, but there is a picture and the truth! ”

"Xiao Wang, let's talk about it, let's all communicate."

Xu Pingping was surrounded by several people, including his apprentices, as well as other painters and calligraphers, who also asked questions.

I knew that you were going to ask this, Wang Ling didn't answer directly, he took out the gift he brought and handed it to Xu Pingping, "Today is your birthday, and I don't want to come empty-handed, so I wrote a word for you, although it is not worth much, but the gift is light and affectionate!" ”

"Oh, you can write?"

Hey, look at this, illiterate people can't write, Wang Ling scolded for a while.

"Quick, move a table, I want to read the words." Several of Xu Ping's apprentices immediately went to move a table over.

Xu Ping put the words on the table and carefully unfolded them, "Good words!" ”

"This font has never been seen, the body has the frame of the book, the bone of the regular script, the meaning of the book, the grid of the small seal, the god of the wild grass, good, it is really good!" Xu Pingping is also a calligrapher, he has seen the calligraphy of many famous masters in his life, and he has also written various fonts, but where has he seen Zheng Banqiao's original six-and-a-half-minute book, and he immediately regarded this word as a treasure.

"You're all smiling." Wang Ling is also very proud, Zheng Banqiao's words, especially this one is rare and confused, he has worked hard in his previous life, and the writing is full of charm.

"Not only are the words good, but the meaning is more profound. Rare to be confused? It's hard to be smart, it's hard to be confused, and it's even harder to turn from being smart to being confused. Put it down, take a step back, be happy at the moment, and not hope for good fortune later. ”

Wang Ling changed the small characters below, and changed it to be happy at the moment, although the artistic conception is a little worse, but it is in line with the happy scene of the birthday.

"It's a rare confusion, Xiao Wang, you want us not to delve into your painting skills, okay, just send you this painting, I won't ask anymore."

"Thank you, Uncle Xu."

After a while, Xu Pingping's villa had a new guest, it was Wu Pengyou and Xiaoyu, they came to congratulate the master, and when they got closer, it was Wang Ling again, it was really a narrow road!

Wang Ling also saw the visitor, but he only felt familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

Wu Pengyou congratulated Xu Pingping, greeted him for a while, and greeted his peers around him.

Xu Pingping introduced to them, "Xiao Wang, this is a member of our Artists Association, Professor Wu Pengyou. ”

"Lao Wu, this is a young talent, a genius painter and calligrapher--Wang Ling, his paintings~"

"I know." When did this kid become a calligrapher again?

"You know?"

"I was there when he was selling paintings in Panjiayuan. I originally wanted to buy it and give it to Vice Chairman Xu, but the price of this Xiao Wang was too high. ”

"You can see it, Xiao Wang's paintings are definitely worth this price, or definitely more than this price, 200,000 is a big bargain." Xu Ping is still very fair, and of course it is impossible for him to be jealous of Wang Ling with his identity.

Wang Ling then remembered that these two goods were the people who wanted to buy their paintings at a low price that day, and said a lot of ugly things.

"Xiao Wang, I heard that you recently went to the radio station to look for a job? Is it still going well? "Since he messed up Wang Ling's work, Wu Pengyou has been very proud for a while, and when we met today, I was a little carried away and wanted to be embarrassed in front of Wang Ling.

"How do you know I'm going to the radio station to find a job?" Wang Ling's face was puzzled, could it be that your grandson ruined my interview and made me look ugly? Do we have such a feud? Didn't you just sell your paintings? As for dealing with me like this?

"Oh, the occasional bump."

There is no evidence, and Wang Ling will not say more.

"Xiao Wang, are you looking for a job? With your talents, still need to find a job? Xu Ping was incredible.

"Not looking for it now."

"That is, at your level, holding an art exhibition, usually going out to perform sand painting, it is not easy, there is no need to find any work. If you don't have the money to hold an art exhibition, you can find me, and I can help you get sponsorship. ”

Xu Ping is very enthusiastic, not only for Lin Xi's face, but mainly because Wang Ling is really very talented, if he is a third-rate painter, he is too lazy to take care of it.

"Thank you, Uncle Xu, I don't have these plans at the moment, I will contact you if necessary."

"Well, I don't know about the world of you young people, but I'm optimistic about you."

Listening to their conversation, Wu Pengyou and Xiaoyu were jealous, why do you want to hold an art exhibition for you, we are also very talented, why don't you hold an art exhibition for us, why don't you do it for you? Isn't this called giving a face? You still go to the radio to try something, aren't you full of food?