Yang Ruke is forty and fifty years old, but he seems to be very active when talking to young people, and Lang Ran smiled, "Don't take it if you're embarrassed, aren't you just touching my light, hurry up and pick up your own paintings, don't lose my face." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After all, Yang Ruke stood up and wanted to go out.

Mother and son are connected, uncles and nephews respect each other, and even a mansion as big as Zhao's mansion, although there are many rights and wrongs, the family affection is not endless. This is the norm among family members. Xia Su stared at his toes, and before he could begin to feel sad, there was a laugh beside him.

"I've seen it, and my sister is the best at it."

Zhao Qinghe's voice was like a clear river, neither hot nor cold, so bright, flowing straight into Xia Su's heart, and the loneliness was gone.

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When the prize was decided, the crowd went elsewhere to join in the fun, and Yang Ruke returned to the pavilion, followed by his nephew Yang Congyu, and the pair of brothers and sisters who came up to win the prize.

The award is from the Yang family, a set of pen, ink and paper from famous places and a good ancient inkstone, which is really valuable.

But this award was originally given to Yang Congyu by Yang Ruke.

It's not that he is stingy or calculating, but because his nephew is outstandingly talented, he learns the Song people's painting style like him, and has won countless praises and affirmations at a young age.

Tonight, he knows all the friends brought by Yang Congyu, and he thinks that the prize from the Yang family will still go back to the Yang family.

Who knows, a girl was killed halfway.

Yang Ru gave away the prize, and saw that the girl's eyes lit up when she saw that her eyes were flat, and she really loved to paint, and she knew good ink and paper.

Yang Congyu was a little unconvinced, and muttered, "It's not necessarily that she is better than me, there is half a chrysanthemum that is not similar." ”

The half flower was painted by Xia Su letting go of his hands and feet.

Yang Ruke is nearly half a hundred years old, spicier than Yang Congyu, "If you win, you will win in half a chrysanthemum." Imitation painting, the upper grade imitates the god, the middle grade imitates the shape, and the lower grade imitates the pen. I have been studying the painting style of Li Yanzhi, a master of the Song Dynasty, imitating his pen and ink, and I think that I will inherit him in three points, but Miss Xia makes the old man ashamed. The half chrysanthemum you painted, the charm is smart, the ink method is wonderful, it is simply the pen of Yanzhi. ”

Xia Su looked at Zhao Qinghe lightly and said, "You can deal with it."

Zhao Qinghe received, "Master Yang said that it was half a flower, and my sister only painted half a flower." She has studied painting since she was a child, has some talent, is lazy, and everything is half-hanging. There was Li Yanzhi's true handiwork at home, and she was able to copy the painting and practice, and she had taken the lead. ”

"Brother......" Xia Su's tongue was a little stiff, "Master Yang's family has a big business, and he also learns Li Shi Song Feng, will there be no true works of Li Yanzhi?" ”

She understands that belittling her, elevating others, and making people come out with the money happily, but the loophole is too big, so she can help make up for it.

Zhao Qinghe's eyes were thinned, and he secretly said what kind of puppy legs he was pretending to, and he was clearly deliberately dragging his feet.

Yang Ruke was not in a bad mood, "Half a flower is enough for the old man to open his eyes." Miss Xia, your brother is not wrong, my Yang family does not have Li Yanzhi's true works. The Song Dynasty is hundreds of years ago, Li Yanzhi is a master craftsman, and his paintings have been handed down to the present dynasty, and there are very few of them, and money can't buy them. The roots of the merchant are shallow, the roots of the family are deep, and the Zhao family is a century-old famous family, so that the true works of the master can be imitated by his daughter, which is incomparable, incomparable. ”

Zhao Qinghe should not be exaggerated when he should be honest, "My brother and sister are not from the famous Zhao family, but they are distant relatives who are a little bit of a side, and my mother was born in a scholarly family, but my grandfather's family has declined, and there are no relatives there, only a few ancient books and paintings remain, which is the only decent family left." Now under the fence, Fang knows that calligraphy and painting are luxurious, and it is not as good as real money to live. ”

With a theory of conscience, Xia Su felt that Zhao Qinghe was quite able to talk, and although he was skilled in lying, he was also very particular about sincerity. In contrast, her behavior of waiting for Wu Qihan was too clumsy.

Yang Ruke's heart moved, he lost his scholarly fragrance, Zhao's distant relative, poor and short of silver, maybe he could take this opportunity to buy one or two genuine masterpieces. However, he was very steady, and did not show the slightest excited look, and he would not make further contact until he verified whether what Zhao Qinghe said was true.

Zhao Qinghe tapped his palm with a fan, as if he had no intention of saying more.

Yang Congyu stared at the fan, "Uncle, I heard that the fan in Brother Zhao's hand was written by one of the four Ming families." When I looked at the painting just now, I heard this sentence in my ear, "Your identification of the authentic works of the Ming Four Families is famous, you might as well take a look." If you say it's true, this noodles are worth a lot of money. ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

Yang Ruke thought to himself, verification is one thing, if he can see it with his own eyes, the brother and sister will be more credible. Although Li Yanzhi's paintings are rare, the paintings of the Ming family can still be bought with money, and he has several volumes in his home, and there are many authentic works that can be appreciated.

Xia Su was not very happy, glanced at Yang Congyu with cold eyes, and said to Zhao Qinghe, "This fan is true, why do you need others to talk about the truth or falsehood?" I won a prize, and some people are not happy, so they look down on us at will, so I'd rather not have these things, let's go. ”

She likes the four treasures of the study, but she is not greedy.

Zhao Qinghe was as good as a stream at this time, and Yang Ruke smiled helplessly, and his body turned outward.

Yang Congyu didn't expect the seemingly disgraced girl to have a big temper, and she screamed repeatedly, "How can I not be happy?" Just tell the truth. Who doesn't know that Suzhou's 'film' is famous all over the world! ”

If you change the time and place, aren't they just "films"?

But today's hands are really things that can't be more real, so Zhao Qinghe and Xia Su are standing very straight, and their shadows are upright.

Actions speak louder than words. Zhao Qinghe didn't say a word, and opened the hot autumn fan in his hand.

Green bamboo bones, Zhejiang white paper, the most ordinary, the most simple color, set off the autumn yellow fine silk fan, no better. Fine silk mounted paper, the process is extremely fine, and Zhejiang paper is integrated.

Painting is naturally a good painting, but Yang Ruke only finds the brushwork style of the four Ming families.

He frowned, then stretched, and frowned again, his expression changing from joy to bewilderment.

This fine silk is naturally old, the ink color is well preserved, and the painting style is wild and depressing, at first glance, it is Tang Yin's uninhibited and sad heart, but the layout is a little messy, not as bright as Tang Yin.

However, the painting skills are exquisite, and the promotion and suppression of the pen power are well grasped, and the layout is chaotic, which seems to hide a kind of playful heart.

The style of painting is undoubtedly the four Ming families, not Tang Yin, but who is it?

Yang Ruke thinks that he has a strong appreciation for the paintings of famous artists of this dynasty, but at this time it is not easy to be sure.

Yang Congyu is young and not afraid of making mistakes, "With such a big heart, in the end it is not a delicately made Suzhou film." He thought it was a copy.

Yang Ruke took the opportunity to observe the two siblings on the opposite side.

To be honest, he can be sure that this fan was not painted by Tang Yin, so his nephew is not wrong to say that it is imitated.

He wanted to see the two of them empty-hearted, but he only saw the disapproval on the girl's face, and the eyes of the man surnamed Zhao who seemed to be smiling.