I don't know how long time passed, Fang Ming finally twisted his neck and made a "pop" sound - this was sitting for too long, and his body was stiff.

Standing up, Fang Ming walked to the window and looked out, the night was already deep, the old community was quiet, because there were no lights, and there was no moonlight and starlight in the sky, so the sight was very poor, only a few trees not far away, and then in the distance it was dark one after another.

Fang Ming didn't feel sleepy at all, he had already fallen into confusion since he was at Zheng Ru's house - why did Pixiu in his right hand only react to the one painted by Zheng Ru and a few oil paintings? What's the secret?

This question had been circling in Fang Ming's mind, and several hours had passed and he still hadn't found an answer.

"Alas! What the hell is going on? ”

Fang Ming pressed his temple a few times, thinking for a long time made him feel that his brain hurt, but the problem was that he hadn't found out the reason until now.

It's definitely not Pixiu's ability that's wrong - since it reacts to some paintings and accurately judges its value, it means that the ability is effective even in the face of Western paintings, sculptures, etc., and the key is to find out why Pixiu only reacts to some paintings and not others.

This question is very important, this is the key to entering foreign countries in the future, collecting and picking up leaks (one - book) to read > novels xstxt foreign "antiques", it is precisely because of this that Fang Ming is so concerned about this matter.

Slowly raising his right hand, Fang Ming stared at it, as if there was a flower on it, first the back of his hand - there was nothing unusual, Pixiu didn't know where to hide at this time. He sighed softly and slowly turned his hand around.

"Huh?"

Fang Ming was stunned for a moment, he found that there was something on his fingers, and his heart moved and he hurriedly moved his hand in front of him.

Oil paint, Fang Ming found a few points of oil paint the size of a grain of rice on his finger.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Ming immediately remembered that these few oil paints should have been pressed on Zheng Ru's unfinished painting.

"Is that why?"

Fang Ming thought about it carefully, and immediately found that it was very likely that this was the reason! First of all, when his right hand pressed on Zheng Ru's unfinished oil painting, Pixiu immediately appeared, and the value of the appraisal was about 100,000 yuan - this is exactly the same as when he appraised traditional Chinese antiques such as porcelain, and more importantly, in the process of recall, he found that when his right hand Pixiu appeared, it seemed to be after his right hand touched Zheng Ru's unfinished oil painting.

In addition to this reason, Fang Ming couldn't think of any other original state that caused his Pixiu to react to oil painting at the beginning, and then it didn't.

Reacting to wet oil paintings?

If this is the case, Pixiu's ability in the face of Western "antiques" is quite weak - Western "antique" paintings have long since been dried up after many years, which means that Pixiu cannot play a role at all, and the same is true for sculptures and the like.

"Smack!"

slapped his head on the door, Fang Ming showed a wry smile on his face, such an ability is found and not found is the same.

Back in bed, Fang Ming lay down for a long time and still didn't fall asleep, Pixiu was only interested in wet oil paintings? This really made him quite depressed, or he didn't want to accept it at all.

"Why don't you find Zheng Ru again tomorrow and find some oil paintings through her to study?"

After this thought appeared, it was like a weed, and it could never be stopped.

"Why don't you call now?"

Looking at the time and finding that it was already three o'clock in the morning, Fang Ming had to sigh and give up his empty thoughts-although he was anxious, he couldn't help people to clear their dreams, right?

Time passed minute by minute, Fang Ming, who couldn't sleep at all, felt that time passed very slowly, and he finally understood what this meant. In the end, Fang Ming simply stopped sleeping, got up and turned on the computer to check some famous genres, painters and their main works in Western art history.

finally stayed up until seven o'clock in the morning, and Fang Ming finally couldn't stand it anymore and called Zheng Ru.

"Sister Ru, are you up?"

"Huh? What's the matter? ”

Zheng Ru's lazy voice came from the phone, which made Fang Ming's mind immediately have a portrait of her in pajamas.

"Oh...... That's right, after I came back last night, I thought about it for a long time, and I found that I was still interested in oil painting, and I still wanted to see it, but I don't know anyone in this area, so see if you have anything to do with it so that I can get close to it? ”

Fang Ming was a little embarrassed, he must have disturbed Zheng Ru's good dream.

"Okay, no problem, so let's pick me up in half an hour."

As soon as Fang Ming heard this, he was overjoyed, and immediately said, "Okay, I'll see you later." ”

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ming immediately jumped up, then hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth, rushed out, and drove to Zheng Ru's house.

When she arrived downstairs at Zheng Ru, Fang Ming made a phone call, and she came down after a while.

"Bang!"

Closing the car door and then pulling on the seat belt, Zheng Ru said, "Go to Ningde Road." ”

"Good!"

Fang Ming didn't say a word, he drove immediately, although he was still not very familiar with the environment of Ningdong City, but he quickly found Ningde Road without Zheng Ru opening his mouth through navigation. I parked the car at a place on the side of the road, and as soon as I got out of the car, Fang Ming couldn't help but take a few breaths hard.

"Huh? What is this place? Why is there a smell of oil paint in the air? ”

As soon as Fang Ming got out of the car, he smelled a heavy smell of oil paint in the air, just like the one he had smelled in Zheng Ru's studio before.

Could it be that this whole street is a studio?

Being able to make the air in a street smell like this must be something that one or several studios can do, so Fang Ming had such an idea, and his idea was quickly confirmed.

"Ningde Street is the largest wholesale and production base of oil paintings and sculptures in our city, and decorative paintings and sculptures from more than a dozen surrounding cities, including Ningdong City, are painted here. Because there are a large number of people who specialize in painting and making sculptures, and there are even many art studios that are already quite famous here. ”

Zheng Ru said as he walked along the street with Fang Ming, and the more he walked inside, the stronger the smell of oil paint in the air, and on both sides of the street, you could see the names of one after another working rooms, some of which had glass windows, and when I looked in, I found that there were many people standing in front of oil paintings or sculptures one after another, not knowing what they were talking about.

"Heh, I didn't expect that there would be such a place in Ningdong City, so I have to come and see it often in the future."

Fang Ming smiled and said to Zheng Ru: "If it weren't for the smell of oil paint in the air, I would have thought it was a bar street or a coffee street." ”

There are many old trees planted on both sides of the street, and the huge branches and leaves block most of the sunlight and heat, leaving only the mottled ground, and more importantly, there are many various characteristic sculptures and some tables and chairs on the side of the road, such a place is definitely a good place to drink coffee and beer and chat with friends.

Nodding, Zheng Ru smiled and said: "That's true, you know, the so-called artists are like this, they like to toss these, so these places on the street are arranged by each studio itself, one is to provide a place for themselves to rest, and it is also a good way for them to show their artworks." ”

"Hah! Indeed it is! This kind of place is a nice place. Call me next time you come, I'm going to study these Western art forms and see if I can go abroad and pick up any leaks. ”

Glancing at Fang Ming, Zheng Ru said: "Every art form is broad and profound, porcelain and Chinese ink painting are like this, and Western oil paintings and sculptures are also like this. You might as well kill me. ”

Zheng Ru felt that Fang Ming was thinking a little too much.

Shaking his head, Fang Ming said, "Sister Ru, what you said is not wrong, but I think I still have a chance to pick up the leak." ”

"Oh? Why? ”

Zheng Ru's curiosity was aroused by Fang Ming, so he simply slowed down and listened to what Fang Ming had to say.

"I'm just studying the characteristics of Western art, not learning to paint like you, so it won't take that long. You identify the roots of Western art because you are a master of painting, and it comes from the practice of drawing, and I can do this completely unnecessary, which saves a lot of time. ”

Of course, Fang Ming's greatest confidence is not this, but his own Pixiu's ability, but now what gives him a headache is that Pixiu seems to be only interested in wet things, once this can be solved, how can there be any obstacles to picking up leaks abroad?

"Well, you do have a point."

Identifying a famous painting and painting a famous painting are of course two different things, the former may be solved after a month or more to consult various materials, but the latter may require at least ten years of hard work, Zheng Ru is an expert in this area, she naturally understands the truth in this.

Spreading his hands, Fang Ming smiled and said, "Look, I'm always right, so don't question my words in the future." ”

"Hee-hee!"

Zheng Ru made Fang Ming's words laugh - she found that as long as she was with Fang Ming, she would always laugh a lot, and it was natural and comfortable to get along, and the two sides had common topics, which was quite good.

After taking Fang Ming to the center of Ningde Road, Zheng Ru pushed open the door of a studio and walked in.