Do you want to transfer this lotus seed pot of Chen Mingyuan to Feng Junshan? If it is really transferred to him, the price will definitely not suffer, this Zhou Ming is not worried, but he is still a little reluctant to give this baby out like this, not to mention that this pot has not passed the blessing of the jade pen, how can it be transferred?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhou Ming shook his head embarrassedly, "Brother Feng, I'll talk about this later, it's the first time I've played the purple clay pot, hehe, I have to play with it for a while." ”

Feng Junshan was naturally full of disappointment, and sighed again and again and shouted pity.

Of course, it's a pity, Chen Mingyuan's pot has a limited number, and it is also a good thing that can not necessarily be bought with money, and there are good things in front of him but can't be included in his pocket, of course, it's a pity. Fortunately, Feng Junshan is not a person who is too persistent, and when he saw that Zhou Ming was really unwilling to transfer, he gave up, but he still told Zhou Ming that if he wanted to transfer one day, he must remember to be the first to inform him.

Of course, Zhou Ming will not refuse this small request, this is something he can't ask for, because Feng Junshan is also generous to give money, if one day he really wants to transfer these collections, Feng Junshan is definitely the No. 1 buyer.

But Zhou Ming didn't want that day to come early, because transferring the collection meant that he was starting to fall down.

A group of four people drank a meal of tea in the teahouse, went to a nearby restaurant to rub a meal, and went to the Tide Hotel in the afternoon to take a bath.

When it was almost four o'clock, Feng Junshan received a phone call, and after hanging up the phone, he raised his eyebrows at Zhou Ming, and said mysteriously: "Brother, come with me to the north of the city, hehe, take you to meet someone." ”

"Who?" Zhou Ming saw Feng Junshan's appearance, and his curiosity was also hooked, and he asked while wiping the water droplets on his head.

"Hey, hey, you'll know when you arrive," Feng Junshan was going to hang Zhou Ming's appetite like this, and asked instead, "Do you want to take Xiao Liu with you?" As he spoke, he suddenly remembered, and asked in a strange low voice, "Are you kid interested in Xiao Liu?" What did you two do this morning at Berggarthein? ”

Zhou Ming didn't expect Feng Junshan to suddenly shift the topic to Liu Xiaoya, and he blushed for a while, but in the end he nodded stubbornly, "She's a good woman." ”

Feng Junshan said with a smile: "She is indeed a good woman, I'm afraid you won't be able to subdue, hehe, don't be blinded by her appearance, she is shrewd." ”

Zhou Mingxin said how could she be deceived, although Liu Xiaoya was a little cautious, but after all, she was a woman, a normal woman, if she had the ability to deceive herself, then she would not be deceived by He An. But Zhou Zhou Ming didn't just say, just smiled and nodded.

Coming out of the Ted Hotel, Feng Junshan personally drove straight to the north of the city, stopped in a high-end community and took the lead to a room on the third floor, the door was opened by an old lady, and after seeing Feng Junshan, she warmly greeted him in.

Feng Junshan was also quite enthusiastic, and handed over the fruit gifts he bought on the road, and introduced Zhou Ming and Liu Xiaoya to them.

The old lady greeted the four of them warmly, and when they entered, they smiled and said, "The old man is in the study, you can go in." ”

Feng Junshan smiled all over his face, nodded slightly at Zhou Ming, and then took the lead into the study.

This study is surprisingly wide, look at the position should be the master bedroom changed, there are not many other things in it, a king-size workbench is particularly conspicuous, in addition to the workbench is some miscellaneous tools, there is no other decoration, it looks extraordinarily simple, and the word "study" has nothing to do with it.

At this time, there were two people in front of the workbench in the study, both of them were gray-haired old men in flowers, one was busy sitting on a chair wearing reading glasses, and the other was staring intently, and it seemed that he didn't notice the appearance of Zhou Ming and the four at all.

Zhou Ming saw that Feng Junshan was holding his breath and didn't speak, so he didn't say anything, and stood behind the workbench to watch the old man work. However, when I looked at it, I realized that the old man was framing a painting, and this painting was the huge five-meter-long painting scroll he painted for Feng Junshan yesterday.

It turned out that Feng Junshan sent the painting to this old man here to frame, so this old man should be a master of framing. Thinking of this, Zhou Zhou Ming carefully observed the old man's movements, and really saw a little way, he was indeed a master.

Although Zhou Ming does not know how to frame, but in the identification of ancient paintings and calligraphy, the identification of the mounting is a very important link, sometimes just looking at the framer can know the authenticity of the painting, so in terms of mounting, he can still see a little doorway.

However, looking at it, if you want to really master the trick of framing, it is not so easy, you need to teach by hand and then go through a lot of practice to get started, no wonder this old man is not afraid of people watching when framing.

Half an hour later, the old man raised his head after completing a process, nodded towards Feng Junshan, and greeted lightly: "Xiaoshan, you are here, sit casually, this painting will be framed tomorrow at the earliest." ”

Feng Junshan nodded his head eagerly, "Don't be in a hurry, you always take your time," said and said in a low voice: "It's just that you always want to see this painting sitting?" I brought him here? ”

"Coming?" The old man raised his head again, pushed the frame of his glasses, and glanced at Zhou Ming, Liu Xiaoya and Xiaoyu expressionlessly, "Where?" ”

At this time, another old man also spoke, "Don't say that the author of this painting is among the four of you, Xiaoshan, don't fool me like this." ”

Feng Junshan said with a smile: "Teacher, how dare I fool you, it's really between the four of us, otherwise, who are you?" ”

"Hmph, what are you fooling around? I don't have presbyopia yet," the old man who was called a teacher by Feng Junshan snorted lightly and said dissatisfiedly: "The brushwork of this painting is vigorous and accurate, and the momentum is very majestic, especially the overlapping strength of a mountain next to a mountain is very vivid, and the brush is also very old-fashioned, and it is impossible to do it without decades of skill." ”

Feng Junshan's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this, "Is it really that good?" ”

Feng Junshan's teacher nodded and sighed softly, "It's even better than I said, especially the mountains in this painting, the momentum is not triggered, thick and steady is like facing Mount Tai, if you want to do this, you must have mountains in your heart, not just by imagination." ”

When Feng Junshan heard this, he secretly gave Zhou Ming a thumbs up, and then continued to ask cautiously: "Is it true that young people can't draw such good paintings?" ”

The old man groaned and shook his head, "Not necessarily, but that kind of person does not come out of a hundred years, especially in modern society, it is even rarer, because most of the modern students are nerds, and they will not experience any wind and rain, how can the flowers growing in the greenhouse make such weathered paintings?" ”

Feng Junshan smiled proudly at this time: "Teacher, what you said is too absolute, this painting is really painted by a young man," he said and turned his head to beckon to Zhou Ming, signaling him to approach, and then asked, "How old are you this year?" Twenty-three or twenty-four? ”

Zhou Ming coughed and replied seriously: "Twenty-three," followed by a nod like two old men, "I've seen two old-timers." ”

The two old men saw Zhou Ming standing up, and after glancing at each other, Feng Junshan's teacher frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Is this painting really painted by you?" ”

Zhou Ming nodded unusually calmly, "Yes, it took nine and a half hours to complete it yesterday." ”

"Young man, you dare to take responsibility for what you have done?" The old man stared at Zhou Ming tightly and asked, obviously not believing that this painting was really painted by Zhou Ming.

As soon as Feng Junshan's teacher's voice fell, before Zhou Ming answered, the framed old man on the side snorted, "Lao Li, what to say to him, it's obviously impossible, how can this painting be painted by a twenty-three-year-old little?" After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Feng Junshan, "Xiaoshan, we just want to meet the real owner of this painting, just get to know each other, how can you find a child to pretend to, I don't care about framing if you do this." ”

Feng Junshan smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, Old Man Liu, what am I lying to you for?" What's there to pretend about? And there's no way to pretend to be it, it's hard to tell the difference between good and bad in your eyes? If you really can't try it, you will know? ”

Old man Li, who is also Feng Junshan's teacher, frowned when he heard this, looked at Zhou Ming seriously, and asked half-loudly: "If you really make works of this level, then you have completely reached the standard of a first-class painter." ”

"A first-class painter? What is this statement? Zhou Zhou Ming didn't feel much about Old Man Li's questioning, but he was also quite interested in the term first-class painter, he really didn't know that painters could also be graded.

"You didn't know that painters can also be graded?" Old man Li was really surprised at this moment.

Zhou Ming shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Isn't it weird?" How are painters graded? What are the criteria? I can't really figure out what kind of division this is. ”

"I don't even know the hierarchy of painters, how can you paint such a majestic landscape painting," Old Man Li and Old Man Liu looked at each other, and shook their heads in disbelief after half a sound, "This is common knowledge in the world of calligraphy and painting, every painter should understand this when learning to paint, and they should all work hard to improve their level, how can anyone not know?" Unless you don't mix the art world at all. ”

Zhou Ming smiled when he heard this, "I really don't mix with the painting world, although I used to rely on this to eat." ”

The old man Liu, who was doing the framing, was impatient, "What are you talking about, come and come, it's a mule or a horse that comes out to slip away, don't you know if you have the kung fu to show your hand?" You have real skills, I apologize to you, old man, if you are fooling us, don't blame the old men for not giving face," he said, he took out a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone from under the tool table and slapped it on the table, beckoning, "Come on." ”