With red eyes, Fang Ming stood in front of Ning Yuan's studio, hesitating whether he wanted to go in.

The time is already more than nine o'clock in the morning, if it is in other places at this time, it has already been lively, after all, Ningdong City is a modern big city, the pace of life is extremely fast, not to mention more than nine o'clock, even if it is six o'clock or even earlier, it has been lively, but at this time Ningde Road is very quiet, and the studios on both sides have not yet opened for business.

"Could it be that people who engage in art are night owls and sleep late, so they don't come to open their shops so early in the morning?"

Of course, Fang Ming didn't come here to hang out because he was full. In order to study whether the Pixiu ability of his right hand only reacts to wet oil paintings, yesterday he asked Zheng Ru to bring him here, and met Ning Yuan, through those oil paintings in Ning Yuan's studio, he found that his guess was not wrong, and his ability was quite chicken and useless in the face of Western oil paintings.

The matter has come to an end here, although Fang Ming hopes that his Pixiu ability can block and kill people and kill Buddhas, and in the future, he can go abroad to stir up trouble and pick up some art treasures from other countries, but since it can't work, he doesn't have to care, after all, Pixiu is invincible in the face of antiques, and he is already content.

During this period, Ning Yuan said that he would be a mannequin for a day, of course Fang Ming was unwilling, and when he was forced to be "cornered", he made a condition that he would also see her **, but he didn't expect Ning Yuan to answer {1}{Ben} to read ~ novel yb][du responded. Even at this level, Fang Ming also made an excuse that he had been very busy recently, and he would make an appointment another day.

However, Ning Yuan actually said that she had a work by Monet, the founder of the Impressionist School, which immediately attracted him like a huge magnet, but Ning Yuan also had the condition, that is, he would be a mannequin for her for a day today.

After going back yesterday, Fang Ming thought about it for a whole night, and after paying another night of insomnia, he finally decided to come here, there was no way, Monet's paintings were too attractive.

"Forget it, let's just think it's me sacrificing for art."

Fang Ming gritted his teeth, pushed open the door and walked in, and as soon as he entered, he saw a tall security guard.

"Hello, my name is Fang Ming, and I'm here to find Miss Ning Yuan."

"Mr. Fang, hello, you and Zheng Ru came yesterday, I saw you, Miss Ning Yuan said, if you come, go directly to the basement to find her."

Fang Ming nodded, and walked to the basement familiarly, Ning Yuan seemed to have stayed in the basement all night last night.

As soon as I walked into the basement, I happened to see Ning Yuan, and he had a tired face, and it seemed that he hadn't slept all night.

"Oh, you're here? I thought you weren't coming. ”

Fang Ming shook his head and said honestly:

"Heh, I hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to come."

took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator next to him and handed it to Fang Ming, Ning Yuan unscrewed a bottle himself, and drank half of the bottle in a big gulp before saying, "Another day, I painted all night last night, and now I don't have much energy." ”

"Okay."

Ning Yuan's eyes almost couldn't open, and Fang Ming naturally knew that what she said was the truth.

"Come with me."

Ning Yuan beckoned, turned around and walked forward.

"Oh? Do? ”

Fang Ming was confused, thinking to himself, didn't he say that he wouldn't paint? Then he went back to sleep, and he didn't sleep well last night. But since Ning Yuan had already spoken, it was not good for him to leave like this, so he followed.

Following behind Ning Yuan, Fang Ming walked to a corner of the basement.

Boy!

Fang Ming saw a huge safe embedded in the wall, just by looking at the matte surface and the huge screen, he knew that this was not a simple thing.

"It cost me millions just to order this safe."

Ning Yuan said as he stretched out his hand towards the safe, Fang Ming saw that he quickly turned around, no matter how the safe was opened, he didn't want to see it.

After a while, after a slight "stuck" sound, Ning Yuan's voice followed: "This is Monet's painting, look at it, this is what I promised you yesterday." ”

Turning around, Fang Ming saw Ning Yuan holding a cylinder in his hand, and knew that it should be Monet's painting in it, no wonder it would be placed in such a safe.

"In that case, then I'm not welcome."

Originally, I thought that Ning Yuan would not show himself Monet's words because he didn't have the spirit to paint himself today, but now that he saw Ning Yuan let him see, where would Fang Ming be polite? He came here today to see this painting, knowing that this is his last chance to verify Pixiu - if Pixiu does not even react to Monet's painting, then it proves that his previous assumption is correct, it only reacts to wet or not dry oil paintings.

Walking with Ning Yuan to the center of the studio, there was a huge table, turned on the light, and a snow-white light suddenly sprinkled down, and the entire desktop was bright and delicate.

The two of them first cleaned the tabletop, and then laid down a special canvas, Monet's paintings are now rare objects, this is the studio, there are paints everywhere, if you accidentally get on it, even a little, you will regret it, and you want to commit suicide.

After finishing the preparations, Ning Yuan opened the cylinder, carefully pulled out a painting from it, and then gently spread it out on the table.

Fang Ming stared at Ning Yuan's hand tightly, his heart jumped to his throat all of a sudden, and then he began to jump up violently, he was very excited at this time.

Ning Yuan's movements were like the usual slow motion in movies, moving little by little, maybe it was only a few tens of seconds to open the whole painting, and when a painting that was not big, about only one square meter in size, was completely presented in front of him, Fang Ming felt as if a year had passed.

"Water lilies?"

Fang Ming blinked his eyes vigorously, not believing what he was seeing at all. Yesterday, when Ning Yuan said that she had a painting of Monet in her hand, he thought it was a painting that was not very important, but he didn't expect it to be such an important one.

The backs of Monet's paintings of water lilies that I consulted on the Internet last night all came out at once.

As the most important writer of the Impressionists, Monet's most important work in his later years, that is, after his painting skills were fully matured, was the water lilies.

At the end of 1890, Monet's economic situation improved greatly, he bought his rented house and built a yard, in 1892 he built a greenhouse for cultivating flowers and plants, and the following year he bought a plot of land not far from his house, and introduced the water of the Epte River near the village of Giverny into the pond in his yard to build a "water garden".

In 1900, Monet exhibited his "Water Lilies" for the first time in the gallery of Dyuran Luhe, a series of 13 paintings. The main depiction is of a looming water lily on the water, and there is a Japanese-style arched bridge with a ......turquoise background Each one has a different style.

However, after this exhibition, Monet ushered in the biggest disaster of his life, first the death of his second wife, and then in 1912 he was diagnosed with a degenerative cataract in his right eye.

In 1914, Monet built his third studio and erected a huge canvas with a height of 183 cm and a length of 366 cm, and this water lily took him 12 years, but this time he did not use the "serial" way to represent the water lilies, but to show the water lilies in a continuous way on a picture, so when this water lily was installed on the four walls of a rotunda hall of the Musée d'Aurangelli in Paris, the boundless pool water and water lilies were presented in their entirety. It's amazing.

Therefore, Monet's water lilies are very famous.

"Yes, of course, the one in front of me is not a finished product, or a 'scrap', but a draft from Monet's painting of water lilies, which I found one year in a little-known gallery in Paris, which cost me only 100 francs, and finally came to be Monet's work through a series of researches."

"Its artistic value lies in the fact that it can present the whole process of conception with Monet, and by this time he has already mastered the technique, so even just casually painting is a great work of art."

"Ah, you're picking up leaks too."

Fang Ming shouted in a low voice, 100 francs to buy Monet's paintings, this is a big deal.

Ning Yuan showed a rare smile on his face, nodded, and said, "You are not wrong, it is just a leak." Zheng Ru told me that you are an antique businessman, and you are a master of picking up leaks. ”

"Can I touch it?"

Fang Ming looked at Ning Yuan nervously, he understood that his request was excessive, and he was worried that she would not agree.

"No problem. It's an oil painting, it's not that fragile. ”

Ning Yuan nodded, handed over a piece of cloth for Fang Ming to wipe his hand clean, and then took a step back and gave up his position.

Fang Ming walked over, stood where Ning Yuan had stood before, took a deep breath, calmed down for a while, and then stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the oil paint in a corner.

"Ahh

As soon as Fang Ming's hand made contact with the painting, he immediately felt a trace of extremely thin but strong something like an electric current piercing his finger, and then Pixiu suddenly appeared and swallowed the "electric current" that poured in.

This scene happened so fast that Fang Ming was completely unprepared and shouted out at once.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ning Yuan frowned, she didn't understand what to say, Fang Ming would let out an exclamation.

After steasing his mind, Fang Ming said, "It's nothing, I used a little force just now, and I was worried about whether it was crushed." ”