Mrs. Dong replied on behalf of Xia Su, "It was painted by Miss Xia, but not by Miss Xia." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhao Jiuniang suddenly brightened, and then wondered, "Su Niang's imitation of Li Gonglin's white drawing can be praised by Mr. Dong, I want to paint differently, why do you say that the painting is not good?" ”

Xia Su looked at Mrs. Shangdong's bright gaze and replied to Zhao Jiuniang's question, "Imitation and self-painting are two realms, and I don't have the talent for self-painting." ”

Mrs. Dong smiled gently, "Let's take a look at the painting, you are not a student of my husband, don't be afraid of his harsh criticism, at most beware of him not paying the silver." ”

This is Mrs. Dong laughing, although Xia Su is slow, she can still keep up with Zhao Jiuniang and laugh together, "I'll try my best." "Yes.

Mrs. Dong took advantage of Jiuniang and Xia Su to talk, and turned around and winked at her husband.

Mr. Dong spoke, "Since Miss Xia has responded, can you allow the old man to specify the topic?" ”

Xia Su turned around and saluted, she has been a painter since she was a child, and she respects her teacher very much, "Sir, please speak." ”

"Winter goes to spring, and the summer girl will draw a picture of the little green in spring."

"Yes. When will I hand in the painting? Mr. Dong's words, others can't hear the fame, Xia Su understands. Theme: Spring is in full bloom. Color: Teal. Contents: Smallhand.

"Miss Xia feels that it is a matter of course." Mr. Dong said.

"Does the gentleman also teach painting?" Xia Su pondered for a long time and suddenly asked.

Mr. Dong shook his head and brushed his beard with silver threads in the black, "The old man likes to appreciate, he has no talent in painting, and he barely learns calligraphy that is not ugly, and it is also to put on the façade of Mr. Teach." However, the old man thinks that reading and painting are connected, and those who are eager and witty and talented have different qualifications. ”

However, the people who taught her longed for her to learn the world's great achievements overnight, and the Danqing pen could not leave her hand for a day, and she would be punished and punished if she regressed slightly.

Mrs. Dong called Mr. Dong over at this time, as if she saw a familiar acquaintance, and Zhao Jiuniang consciously walked to the front to take her younger brothers, leaving Xia Su and Zhao Qinghe at the end.

"I heard that today's calligraphy and painting collection is not the owner of the garden personally invited, by the Suzhou collection of everyone to lend, although there are only forty-six pieces, are precious collections, usually have no chance to see, which not only has your favorite Tang Yin calligraphy and painting, the most ancient can be traced back to the Northern and Southern Dynasties Wang Xizhi words. The garden also invited painters and famous connoisseurs from Suzhou and Hangzhou, and held a tea party in the top cabin, bidding on the spot, and bartering. If my sister has a fancy for it, she might as well tell me. Zhao Qinghe slowed down.

"What about telling you?" The corners of Xia Su's mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled "You buy it".

Zhao Qinghe also smiled, "I will find a way to make my sister happy." ”

Xia Su walked quietly for a while, "It's enough to be on this boat......" I wanted to thank him, but I couldn't say it on the tip of my tongue, this person owed her too many old debts.

The teenagers in front of them began to diverge in direction, Jiuniang was obviously weak, Xia Su hurriedly pushed Zhao Qinghe, "Don't talk empty words, it's better to take care of them, let me read all the paintings well." ”

"Order." Zhao Qinghe strode away.

The other person is tall and big, and when he stands out from the crowd, he immediately shows his might, just pecks and nods obediently, and says where he goes.

Jiuniang retreated to Xia Su's side and said with a smile, "I didn't expect the third brother to be able to cure the twelfth brother." The twelfth brother was stubborn, but he didn't listen to the words of the fourth brother, and his mother also had a headache. ”

"I'm afraid of Zhao Qinghe's fist." Entering the large cabin on the first floor, Xia Su's eyes narrowed and he was intoxicated.

Jiu Niang laughed, "How come? But the third brother treats Su Niang so well, which makes me envious. I used to look at the fourth brother and Qi Niang politely, thinking that although the brother and sister were related, after all, the difference between men and women came first, and when I looked at you, I still thought it was good to ...... like this."

Xia Su didn't hear it.

She only had pictures hanging on mahogany poles in her eyes, and she thought that they were really better than the masterpieces she had found at night at random, and she couldn't wait, and she admired them with great respect and adoration, and she forgot about herself.

From the Northern and Southern Dynasties to the present and the present, from the ink to the retro and recycling, from the landscape to the size of the flowers and birds, she was so familiar and unfamiliar, and today revisits the world, their brushes, their stories, their bones, and then moved her.

A flower and a tree, a mountain and a water, people and animals, real things and virtual things, or black and white, or green, or light color, or bright color, a real masterpiece must touch a soft point in the heart, and can stay in memory for a long time.

How long has it been since she has seen so many masterpieces?

Last time, I was in my father's gallery, watching it unscrupulously, no need to be suspicious, no need to be vigilant, no need to find a piece of truth in a large number of pseudo-films, this kind of cheerful, simple feeling, she almost forgot.

In such a pleasure, the expectation of a successful ending of the viewing was reasonably accumulated to the highest, but suddenly stepped on the air, as if falling from the abyss, not only frightened, but also disappointed and angry, so that Xia Su forgot where he was, and unconsciously shouted-

"This painting is a fake!"

Although there are not many people in this cabin, it has some reputation in the world of calligraphy and painting, and today's exhibition is a precious collection.

It's just that when Xia Su was a woman, most of the people questioned her words.

All of a sudden, everyone was talking about Zhao Boju.

Starting from Zhao Boju's words, like a relay, he praised him for his art Lin Kunlun, good at fine brushwork, and the painting style of ink and wash landscapes, which is richer than the Tang people, and more moist and bright.

This painting is just like his style, the landscape adopts green, take the real scene, and boldly give imagination, the mountains and rocks are outlined, the brush is fine, the layout is atmospheric and thoughtful, not to mention that this picture scroll has a number of famous inscriptions, if it is a fake, it is also a thousand miles to return the soul, and so on.

Xia Su heard this endorsement, but he felt funny, but he was just a little timid and didn't want to cause trouble, and he was about to pretend to be irrelevant-

"Sister, it's not—"

Zhao Qinghe's calm voice came into his ears, Xia Su's heart suddenly settled, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the person was standing beside him, and he couldn't help but smile, "Yes, it's "The Fisherman of the Twilight River." ”

Zhao Qinghe frowned, his eyes cold.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Xia Su used a painting to resolve the life-threatening crisis, and what was ready to tear it apart by hand was not "Twilight River Fisherman Picture", what is it?

As far as he and the gang of thieves have fought a few times, it is unlikely that the other party's tight picture scroll is a fake.

If that one is real, the one in front of you is of course a fake.

"Why does this girl say this painting is fake?" The sound was like a bell, hitting the ear drums of everyone present, almost at the same time.

Two men walked in outside the hatch.

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The second more. (To be continued.) )