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On weekends, Panjiayuan is more lively than usual, and from time to time you can see a few foreigners inquiring in front of various stalls.

The stall area of the market is full of all kinds of cheap goods, and there are not many people who come here, except for one stall. The front of the stall was full of people, and exclamations could be heard from time to time in the crowd.

This booth is also different, with only three paintings and a homemade wooden box hanging in front of which stands a young man waving his hands as if performing something.

The wooden box is simply bound in wood, and the lower layer is placed with fluorescent tubes, and frosted glass is installed on the top, and the glass surface is a painting, a painting made of sand. I saw the young man's hands kept waving, the small and ordinary sand in his hands kept changing, as if it was not an ordinary hand, sketching a variety of realistic pictures in the sand table, two fingers slid all the way down the predetermined direction, dotting, marking, after a few simple strokes, the vivid person was presented in front of people. This is just the tip of the iceberg, and the onlookers are already in awe. Street lamps, moonlight, lanterns, tall buildings, flowers, and then they are displayed in front of people after a few strokes of youth.

The pictures slowly became more complex, with various patterns changing, such as the Merlion, Tiananmen Square, Disney's Ferris wheel, and ...... Brilliant hands make people amazed.

"It's amazing, I've never seen anything like this!"

"What a great drawing! Take a snapshot. ”

"It's a showman, right? Better than street magic! ”

"Yes! I'm going to give a little bit of a reward later! ”

“unbelievable！！！！！” There is also a foreigner's exclamation in the middle.

An hour later, the young man stopped his movements and bowed to the onlookers, indicating that his performance was over. The onlookers erupted in thunderous applause.

At this time, the young man's painting booth was already full of tips from the audience, including five yuan, ten yuan, one hundred yuan, and even foreign currency, and at a rough glance, there were several hundred.

At this time, a little boy came out from behind the young man, about five or six years old, with a fat body and a fleshy face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a simple face, and a realistic version of crayon Xiaoxin, and the little boy also learned to bow to the young man, and he turned over a lot.

The young man said, "Thank you, uncles, aunts, big brothers and sisters for coming to cheer~"

Before he finished speaking, Little Fat Dun immediately answered: "Thank you for your support." ”

"Little brother, I have just arrived in the capital, and I am not familiar with the place, and I still rely on the support of my fathers and fellow villagers." The youth continued.

"~Unfamiliar~ more support." Chubby continued.

"But performing sand painting here today is not a show, so please get this money back, thank you!" The young man pointed to the pile of money on the ground.

"Don't show off~Please go back~" Xiaopang also pointed to the ground, causing everyone to laugh.

"Little brother, this money is for this child to buy snacks to eat." An old man said with a smile.

"yes, yes, this kid is so cute, it's for him." The people should be in peace.

When Xiaopang heard that it was for himself, he ran to the pile of money, took out his small bag, opened the zipper, and stuffed the money inside.

Chubby's cute appearance made everyone laugh, and a few particularly caring aunts and girls also surrounded Chubby, some touched his head, some pinched his face, and some took out candy, chocolates and other snacks from their bags and stuffed them to Chubby, and one opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Chubby for him to drink.

Chubby squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying it, and his saliva was about to run down.

The young man knew that the little fat man was a big ghost, and he didn't care about him.

"Performing sand painting is just an introduction, and today I am mainly selling paintings." Pointing behind him: "These three paintings." ”

"Sell paintings." Chubby should be in harmony.

Only then did the crowd of onlookers notice the painting behind the young man and began to look closely.

"These three paintings are a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, a picture of spring trees and autumn frost, and a picture of the pine shade of Qingxi~"

In ancient China, the phoenix was used as a metaphor for the emperor, and later evolved into a dragon representing the emperor and the phoenix representing the emperor. But both the former and the latter phoenix symbolize royalty. Therefore, the hundred birds and the phoenix are a metaphor for the monarch Shengming, the river is clear and the sea is clear, and the world is attached, which can also be used to express people's infinite expectations for a peaceful and prosperous world........."

"Qingxi pine shade map, the distant mountains on the drawing are like a giant monument, the top of the mountain is dense, and gradually thin. The mountainside is set off by the high and steep mountains with cloud hooks. A child sits with a book next to the high mountain, although there is no waterfall, in the cave formed by the rock wall, but sees the stream rushing out, and the ripples are stirring up at the corner of the rock~" The young man began to introduce these three paintings, the representative paintings of Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty.

Yes, this young man's name is Wang Ling, and he is a time-traveler, and there is no sand painting art and Tang Bohu in this world. This is a parallel world, the world pattern is no different from the earth, but many things have changed, for example, the art of sand painting, as the intangible heritage of the earth, has not appeared in this world, so this present world has aroused people's amazement and onlookers.

Some of the onlookers who were more interested in the painting approached the painting, and a middle-aged man who was looking at the Mediterranean hairstyle of the spring tree and autumn frost first spoke: "This painting is really good, this picture depicts the scene of two scribes sitting cross-legged on the rocks of the river in the valley where the spring mountains are green and the flowing springs are splashing. In the picture, the high ridge is towering, and the new branches of the dead trees are blooming and the buds are blooming, revealing the news of spring. The hanging spring at the mouth of the valley is like practice, converging into the stream, jumping beads splashing out, cold and sounding. The environment is elegant and dusty. The eloquent conversation between the two scholars added a little poetic feeling. The person who came up with this assessment seems to be a professional who has studied painting quite a bit.

"However, looking at this paper and ink, it shouldn't be an antiquity, it should be from the hand of a modern master, Xiaoyu, you see which master's work this is?" The middle-aged man asked the young man surnamed Yu who came with him, as if he was testing him.

"The font of the chapter in the lower corner is very strange, but you can recognize that it is engraved with the four characters of the Oriental Sect Master, and there is only one modern painter with the surname Dongfang." The young man surnamed Yu looks to be in his twenties, but he is a well-known young painter, and the middle-aged man is his uncle, whose real name is Wu Pengyou, a professor at an art university in Beijing, and the two are members of the Art Association.

"Master Dongfang Bai." Xiao Yu continued.

"That's right, there is only one Dongfang Bai master, but I have seen a lot of Dongfang master's works, and his seals are not like this, and these paintings are better than the previous paintings of Dongfang masters in terms of painting skills and artistic conception."

"Could it be the recent work of an Oriental master? The painting skills of the Oriental masters have improved by leaps and bounds? Xiao Yu asked.

"It's not clear. But these paintings are so good, it's worth buying, you go and ask the price, next month is the birthday of Master Xu, vice chairman of the Art Association, and our meeting gift has been settled. ”

Xiao Yu received the task, and immediately walked up to Wang Ling and asked, "This teacher, are these paintings of yours the works of Master Dongfang Bai?" ”

"No, no, it's not the work of any master." Wang Ling smiled slightly.

"No!!" Xiao Yu was slightly surprised, "Then how much do you plan to sell this painting?" ”

"A piece is worth 200,000." Wang Ling replied.

"Two hundred thousand!!" A crowd of onlookers exclaimed.

"Oh my God! What kind of painting is so expensive? "Most of the onlookers don't know how to paint, and they heard that it is not a famous work, and most of them think that it is too expensive to sell, and they think it is incredible.

"Three paintings cost 600,000 yuan, is there such a good painting?" Most of the people who were shocked by Wang Ling's sand painting performance just now said that they couldn't understand it, and they all thought that this young man was poor and crazy.

"This gentleman, do you know that the works of Master Dongfang Bai were only auctioned for more than 100,000 yuan in the last auction, and you don't know which grassroots painting dare to call 200,000 yuan?" Xiao Yu was anxious when he heard this offer, and his title changed from teacher to sir, his tone was also full of doubt and disdain, and his eyes widened.

"Young man, your painting is okay, but it's not up to the level of a famous artist, I see a painting of 20,000, I will wrap you up with these three, how about it?" Wu Zhongfa saw that his nephew wanted something bad, so he hurriedly came over.

"No two prices." Wang Ling shook his head lightly, joking, although these three paintings were painted by him, not Tang Bohu's authentic works, but with the grandmaster-level painting skills, his current painting level is not lower than Tang Bohu's, and the paintings he painted are only worth 20,000?

But he didn't say much, there is no such person as Tang Bohu in this world, and he doesn't know him when he says it, so there is no point in arguing with people.

The little fat next to him saw Xiao Yu glaring at Wang Ling, and also put a pose with both hands on his waist, and glared back: "No two prices!" ”。 Full of momentum.

Wu Pengyou and Wang Ling argued for a long time, and when they saw that the other party never let go, they were also very annoyed, but they were reluctant to spend 600,000 yuan to buy these paintings.

"If you don't sell it to me, I won't sell it today." Wu Zhongfa thought to himself. He also ignored Wang Ling, and returned to the painting, criticizing the three paintings from painting skills to artistic conception, as if these paintings were really worthless.

Most of the onlookers didn't know how to paint, and when they saw two people who claimed to be experts from the art association criticizing the paintings, of course they thought that these paintings were not worth a few dollars, and some of them were more popular and coaxed: "It turns out that this painting is not good, 200,000?" Are you trying to cheat? ”

The uncle who asked Xiaopang to take the money also spoke: "Other experts say that your painting is average, and you should sell it for 20,000 yuan." ”

At this time, Wang Ling was also helpless, he got the benefits of the traverser, a lottery system, the first lottery won the grandmaster-level painting skills, but he had to complete the system task - to draw three paintings, and sell them at a price of more than 200,000 yuan each, the money to be used to help others, if it can't be completed, it will not be able to carry out the next lottery.

At this time, I only heard a female voice in the crowd say: "This teacher, I want these paintings!" ”