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The cold river began to rise with bursts of mist, the rain fell, and the surface of the river, the sea and the sky changed. Not only Tang Yin's painting, but even the picture of the four friends drinking, there was a small rain in the sky.

"The picture of the four friends drinking has also changed, and there is a rain on the picture, hey, are the people with the umbrella these four?"

With the opening of the umbrella, people turned their attention to the body of the person holding the umbrella, this look, Fang felt that their body shape was so similar to the person in the picture of Siyou drinking, although because of the rain hazy picture, the outline of the face could not be seen clearly, but, if it were not for them, this figure would be too coincidental.

The people outside the glass house began to talk about it, these two paintings don't seem to exist independently, the cold river is a river, the distant mountain is a mountain, and the people, the trees, the scenery... It seems that it can be perfectly combined in one painting.

Their eyes no longer dared to leave the picture in the glass house, for fear that because of the blink of their eyes, the painting would change again, and they would not be able to appreciate it in time.

Three minutes passed, the picture was constant, Pan Sihai of Gancheng and Qi Ju of Yingtan were all impressed, the former shouted loudly, "This painting is definitely a masterpiece, a god work, I am convinced, I am completely convinced, if this painting is not comparable to my Fang Ding, I think it is impossible." ”

"Not to mention your paintings, I think it's your Fang Ding plus Boss Jiang's Yuan Qinghua. It's not necessarily comparable. ”

"If it's these two, I don't think all the treasures today add up." Master Zhang of Pingcheng said.

Looking at the distant mountains on the screen that seemed to be shrouded in smoke and fog, Tu Yimo muttered distractedly: "Impossible. It is absolutely impossible for these two paintings. It turned out to be these two paintings......"

"What's the matter, grandpa, what's wrong with these two paintings?"

Hearing Tu Yimo muttering to herself, Tu Yuwei straightened up, but Tu Yimo still didn't seem to want to say the doubts in his heart.

Shaking his head, "No, it's nothing, just keep watching." Should there be any changes to this painting? ”

"And the changes?" Tu Yuwei couldn't believe it, and the other onlookers couldn't believe it, this has changed twice, and it has to change, and it has to become something.

In anticipation, Zhao Wenyou waved his hand down vigorously and shouted: "The third change!" Heavy rain! ”

The amount of water sprayed out of the sprinkler suddenly increased, which was in line with Han Chong's previous expectations.

In a moment, the sound of rushing water sounded in the glass house, and the picture changed again. The fine rain gradually turned into a torrential rain that connected the sky and the ground, and in this gradual change, the umbrella was completely released. At that moment, Han Chong quickly added, there was an umbrella with a lotus flower open on it, and when he looked at other umbrellas, the images of the umbrellas and people suddenly became looming in the rain, the cold river seemed to let go of the beast with the halterhead, and it was like boiling water in the pot, the rain and mist were steaming, and for a while it was impossible to tell whether this was the river surface or the rain curtain. But. Han Chong peeps at the leopard in the tube, and he already knows. The other three umbrellas are the moon season. Autumn chrysanthemum and plum.

I was horrified. And once again turned his gaze to the picture of Siyou drinking, the rain also began to get bigger, and the water droplets hit the wine glass, as if you could still hear the crisp sound of jingle water, but it was completely a person who followed the picture into the state, immersive, in fact, it was impossible to make a sound.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting heavier and heavier, but it is always not as much rain as the one on Tang Yin's Hanjiang Farewell Friend picture, which seems to indicate that these two paintings are one in front and one in the back.

"When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers. Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. ”

When the realm in the painting was like the realm of the real self, only the sound of water was left in the square, and suddenly there was a passionate sound of chanting poetry.

After Tu Yimo finished chanting these words, he turned his back to the sky and let the tears flow on his ravine-ridden old face. Suddenly, he waved his thin fist and shouted hoarsely: "Xiao Chu, paint!" ”

On the painting?

Everyone didn't know what Tu Lao was doing, but when he talked about painting, Tu Yuwei seemed to notice something.

Grandpa brought a painting, could it be said that his painting is related to the two paintings in the picture, can it be said that there are more than two pictures that are connected?

The driver, Xiao Chu, had been following Tu Lao, with the painting.

When the old man shouted this, he naturally hurriedly handed the painting to Tu Lao, but after Tu Yimo took a few solemn steps forward, he stopped.

He looked up at the sky, as if looking for an answer, and the tears on his face flowed down again, so that everyone for a while did not know what had touched the old man's nerves.

"Tu Lao, what's wrong with you?"

Han Chong asked with concern, Tu Lao waved his hand, he didn't speak, just stared at the sky blankly.

Seeing that Tu Lao was stunned in place, he didn't say anything for a while.

Zhao Wenyou also asked. "Tu Lao, what are you going to do? If you want us to appreciate your paintings, we will appreciate them later, so let's finish these two paintings first. ”

"Nope."

When he heard Zhao Wenyou say this, the green tendons in Tu Yimo's neck rose violently, and he seemed to affirm his decision just now.

His eyes were resolute. "Xiao Zhao, you better appreciate this painting now."

"Now?"

Zhao Wenyou felt that Tu Lao was capricious, but with his qualifications and authority, Zhao Wenyou couldn't refute his face.

No more nonsense, because of time, Zhao Wenyou quickly changed the painting in Tu Yimo's hand.

When he looked at this painting, Zhao Wenyou was completely stupid, no, this can't be said to be a painting at all, because this is a very blank, very blank work, only a pool of river water, and the rest of the place is left blank.

"Tu Lao, are you sure it's this one?"

Tu Lao nodded affirmatively in the next second. "You can put my painting with the other two, and maybe, you'll know why."

Zhao Wenyou seems to have realized something.

His face flushed with shock.

Tu Lao's words also made Han Chong's face condense, and his heart became nervous.

Everyone immediately saw Director Zhao's right hand raised in the air again, and their hearts followed him to their throats, not only the changes of the two paintings, but now it seems that the third painting of Tu Yimo also seems to have some knowledge, which should be the third treasure fighting competition staged in advance.

I have never seen a god painting in my life, but this morning, I saw three at once.

Three changes, no, plus the two changes in the drinking picture just now, it has changed five, and there are six changes in the back, or even more changes, what will happen, this is also everyone's expectation.

Director Zhao looked at a pair of eyes looking at him, full of doubt, longing, and even horror, his right hand seemed to split the cold river, and shouted: "The fourth change!" The wind is up! The rain is up! ”

On the picture, in the pouring rain, people's hazy figures began to shake, the small umbrella could no longer cover the corners of the clothes blown by the wind, and even the umbrella was split to the ground in the rain, and the rain curtain began to change direction and sweep, and the whole picture gradually became a big ink ball!

And another painting, the four friends who drank seemed to be scattered, the face showed sadness and exhaustion, not far from the cold river, there was a leaf boat, just now this boat is not there, its appearance, and the sad look between friends, seems to show, no, has been affirmed, one of the four friends is about to get on the boat to part, and then look at the cold river farewell friend picture, this, this, this is not the two pictures of the beginning and the end.

While people were still surprised, there were already voices shouting hysterically, almost like roars.

"Look at that painting of the old man!"

"Isn't that painting just a river of water, what's so beautiful?"

Fang Shuai, a junior, was a little disdainful, but his indifference couldn't resist the passion of the people who looked at this painting.

It turns out that this cold river picture, this will be when the wind rises, after the rain rises, the picture also has a heavy rain, the cold river is like a roaring lion in the next second, not only that, on the river surface, there is also a flat boat, who doesn't know how this flat boat appeared, it is shaking, and there is a person holding a cup in the boat. (To be continued) R655