In the dark of night, Fang Ming and Zheng Ru slowly walked along the campus road of Ningdong University, but they didn't speak for a while.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Zheng Ru's mouth, she remembered that Fang Ming was desperately pressed by her students about his relationship with her in the previous class, and she was secretly happy in her heart.

Fang Ming turned his head sideways, just saw this scene, smiled bitterly, and said, "Do you think it's funny?" ”

"Hey!"

Zheng Ru laughed and said, "That's true, the situation at that time was really chaotic, it was quite funny." Touching his nose, Fang Ming said: "It's not you who was forced to ask, of course you think it's funny, but if you are the one who was forced to ask, you won't be so happy." ”

Recalling the situation of being questioned by thousands of mouths in the classroom before, Fang Ming couldn't help but have a cold war, he didn't expect that the gossip heart of the current students would be so strong, there were all kinds of questions, even to the extent that you are not a fool of you.

Fang Ming always felt that his face was very thick, but there was no way to parry, and in the end he could only retreat.

"Hey, it looks like you won't be coming back next time."

Zheng Rule was happy, she definitely had a reason that Fang Ming would never be "fooled" to listen to her lecture again after experiencing this incident.

Shaking his head fiercely, Fang Ming said, "No, it will definitely not come again, yours. Some of the novelists wanted to eat me. ”

How could Fang Ming try such a thing again?

"Hahaha!"

Zheng Ru finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sister Ru, I have a question I want to ask."

"Oh? What's the matter? ”

Zheng Ru's face showed a look of surprise, she couldn't think of anything Fang Ming wanted to ask herself, antiques? From her father, she knew that Fang Ming was at least a master among the masters in terms of picking up leaks, not to mention herself, even her own father had no way to compare with Shang Ming in this regard, let alone herself.

"That's right, do you have a collection of Western oil paintings or anything like that?"

What Fang Ming wants to know most now is whether his Pixiu ability is as useful as oil paintings or Western "antiques", if so, then he is really big. But he doesn't have any "antiques" in this area, and there is no way to study it if he wants to, and since Zheng Ru has opened such a course, he must be very interested in this aspect, so he asks with the hope of what happens, to see if she has it, and if so, it is best to lend it to himself to study.

"There are some, but not many, most of them are albums, especially those famous originals, I don't have them."

Speaking of this, Zheng Ru is a little uncomfortable, she is a researcher of Western art history, and she is also a master in the appraisal of oil painting, but she has not been able to collect some good things in the past few years, which makes her quite unwilling, but there is no way. The main reason is that although oil painting and other Western art have also flourished in China, there are still very few real masters, especially those who have a status in the entire art history.

At the same time, because the history is too short, there are relatively few paintings that have been handed down, there are fewer "antiques", and the places where I usually live and work are in China, so I have lost a lot of opportunities to "Tao".

Fang Ming's spirits perked up and said, "I want to take a look, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

"No problem, I have a house in the school with some collectibles, go now

"Okay."

How could Fang Ming refuse? immediately followed behind Zheng Ru and walked forward.

Ningdong University occupies a huge area, and there is a separate place for teachers' dormitories, all of which are small high-rise buildings, and they are duplexes, and the conditions are quite good.

When he followed Zheng Ru in, Fang Ming found that it was completely the size of the community, with trees and vegetables, fragrant flowers, and obviously specially arranged lights, which suddenly created a warm and romantic atmosphere, and at the same time gave people a very comfortable feeling.

"It's a pretty good place."

Although it was in the night because the lights were not too bright and it was not very real, the part that was seen alone was enough to surprise people and even saw a small lake in the center of the entire community, although it was not big, but Zheng Ru told him that it was a natural lake!

Ningdong City is not a rural place, and it is not a simple matter to find a natural lake.

"That's true, the hardware conditions of Ningdong University are quite excellent in the country and even the world."

Zheng Ru nodded, this point is recognized in the circle of the university, so every year there are many people who want to come to Ningdong University to be teachers, but there are more people competing, and there are not many people who can really get in.

Zheng Ru's house is in the second half of the community, which is even more secluded, and it can also be seen from this that her "status" at Ningdong University is not bad, or it would not be possible to get a house in this location.

With Zheng Ru walked up to the third floor.

With a soft sound, Zheng Ru opened the door, and then turned on the light with a "pop", and the whole room was suddenly bright.

Fang Ming looked at it and found that in the center of the hall was a coffee table, and then around the coffee table were several cloth sofas, and behind the longest sofa was a shelf, on which were some paintings and some decorative porcelain......

"Yes, these antiques are good."

Fang Ming put a porcelain vase about a foot long back on the shelf, according to Pixiu, he knew that this bottle was worth about 200,000, and more importantly, the antiques on several shelves in her room added up to more than two million, there were not many people who could use so much money to decorate, of course, her father Zheng Bai was a collector and everyone was different.

"Here, drink some water."

Zheng Ru put a glass of water in front of Fang Ming, and found that he was very interested in the antiques in his house, so he said: "People say three words and don't leave the industry, I see that you are really fascinated, as long as you see something that is an antique, you have to get started." ”

"Hah! If you say that, I find that it really is. ”

Fang Mingle was happy, picked up the water and took a sip, and then said, "Sister Ru, didn't you say that you have oil paintings in your collection?" Take me to see. ”

Fang Ming's purpose in coming to Zheng Ru was her collection of oil paintings, and he wanted to see if his Pixiu would work just as well in the face of Western artworks.

"Okay, then you can come with me."

Zheng Ru was a little helpless, it seemed that what he said was not wrong at all, Fang Ming was really crazy about antiques, and he didn't leave his profession in three sentences, and he just drank a sip of water when he came to his own place, and he clamored to see oil paintings, and he didn't have any interest in getting along with beautiful women.

Fang Ming only had oil paintings in his heart at this time, and he didn't notice Zheng Ru's "strangeness" at all, so he immediately stood up and followed Zheng Ru inside, passed through the hall and turned a corner, and then entered a room of about forty square meters after passing through a corridor.

"Huh? Is this your studio? ”

Fang Ming came in and took a look, and exclaimed in a low voice, the first thing that caught his eye in this room was five easels, large and small, each with an oil painting with a different degree of completion, even the smell of oil paint was exuding in the air.

"Well, yes, this is my studio."

Zheng Ru nodded, then pointed to a few paintings hanging on the wall and continued: "These paintings were all bought by me at a high price from the auction house, and they are the works of a painter about a hundred years ago. ”

Speaking of this, Zheng Ru is also quite depressed, she is a person who loves painting, and her level of painting is also quite high, but when it comes to collecting paintings in this area, it is very few, can you not be depressed

"Fang Ming, aren't you very good at picking up leaks? When will you pick up some paintings or sculptures for me? ”

Fang Ming still doesn't know if Pixiu also works on oil paintings and sculptures, how can he dare to agree to this?

"This ...... Sister Ru, you think too highly of me, right? I'm not omnipotent, and I'm confident that I'll buy you two ordinary antiques, but I'm really not familiar with oil painting and sculpture. ”

Zheng Ru thought about it for a while, and found that he was really a little dizzy, Fang Ming was good at traditional antiques, but he wanted him to pick up leaky oil paintings and the like for him, which was indeed difficult for a strong man.

"Okay, forget it, I'll just leave it at that."

Fang Ming looked at the few paintings hanging on the wall, not moving, but his eyes were getting bigger and bigger. Zheng Yuan waited for a while, and found that Fang Ming didn't move at all, and it didn't seem that he was going to say anything, so he couldn't help but become curious, and said, "Fang Ming, what do you see?" ”

Shaking his head, Fang Ming said: "I don't see anything, I think, this oil painting is that I know it, but it doesn't know me." ”

Fang Ming was indeed quite a headache, the paintings in front of him were a tall sunflower, a field for the autumn harvest, and a painting on the sea surface at the beginning of the sun, one by one, he could naturally see that it was very soft from a distance, but if he looked at it in front of him, he found that the large pieces of color were smeared together like plaster.

When he was in class before, he had heard Zheng Ru say that oil paintings were made of block paint, but at that time, he was looking at pictures, so he didn't feel much, but now it is different, several oil paintings are "alive" in front of him, especially if you can look at them very closely, this shock is huge.

Fang Ming couldn't imagine what kind of effect it would be if he smeared pieces of thick ink on rice paper.