That feeling is not from the ivory dressing box of the harem dormitory of the late Qing Dynasty! It's from this wrapping paper, I knew what kind of tape I had to let the mustache stall owner glue! All the good things are sticky and wasted, but this is not a big problem for Yang Ping.

Yang Ping remembered what was hidden in the wrapping paper, such a large parcel of paper must be calligraphy and painting, although it was not so shocking, but it was definitely a famous one.

Abu and Gu Jing were both satisfied, and continued to look at each house, picking and choosing, Yang Ping, who was dressed as a guinea pig, was carrying more and more things, some like Ah San.

It's so terrible that the woman is crazy and can't even eat until noon when she picks up garbage.

In the evening, they had to go to the Las Ventas bullring to watch the Spanish bullfighting, and under Yang Ping's repeated urging, the three of them went hungry into the Puerta del Sol Plaza to eat some churros, packed a lot of them, and took a taxi straight to the Las Ventas bullring.

September is the month when bullfighting competitions are held in all parts of Spain. The Pedroromero festival at the beginning of September is dedicated to the memory of a very good bullfighter, Pedroromero.

Located in the Salamanca district of central Madrid, the Las Ventas Bullring is a circular building made of red brick walls, with delicate arabesques and semi-curved windows, all of which made the two shopaholics addicted.

Having spent 480 on tickets, the trio followed spectators from all over the world into the bullring.

The ticket that Yang Ping bought was on the shady side, similar to the position of the rostrum. The stands were filled with spectators. The sun-basking side has a bad view during the day. There aren't many people.

The band played the matador's song. The matador's assistants, spearmen and matadors, enter in pairs, and the main matador is dressed in a predominantly red garment with gold trim and gold ornamentation, which shines and shines when performing movements in the sun.

It didn't take long for a sturdy bull to be released, and the matador riding a horse in mahjong armor tried his best to provoke the bull. The result was tragic. The bull overturned the matador's horse at once, and the matador was stunned and the wolf was overwhelmed, thanks to several assistants around him to help him stop the mad bull.

Abhaha laughed: "This matador is so funny, is there such a show for every bullfight?" ”

Yang Ping has been moving his shoulders, he was crushed, and when he entered the venue, people did not agree with him to bring so many things in, and finally Yang Ping found a hotel to store it in the light travel.

"Hmm," Yang Ping thought, analyzing. "No, it was an accident. In fact, most viewers like to watch such an accident very much, just like watching a racing car like a car overturned. ”

Gu Jing took a few photos, and turned her head to disdain: "Your heart is so dark." ”

Abu nodded fiercely: "Mmmm, I like to watch overturned cars." ”

Next, the matador reloaded, and after a fierce fight, he was finally killed with a single shot.

The audience stood up and cheered like a tide, waving the white handkerchief in her hand, Gu Jing covered her eyes, it was too cruel to bear to look at it directly.

Then another 540-kilogram bull was released from the bullring, this time the matador did not ride a horse, but held a red cloth with a red and a yellow cloth, and kept dancing bloody tango with the bull.

The final assassination Gu Jing didn't see it, she kept burying her face in Yang Ping's arms, Abu watched it with relish, and he was very disgusted that the matador's hands and feet were not sharp enough, and she needed to demonstrate it.

It was already the beginning of the lights when they got out of the bullring, and Abu and Gu Jing were also very tired, but they also knew that they could help Yang Ping share some of the burden, and one of them took a piece of vinyl as a fan.

Back at the hotel, Yang Ping first threw himself on the bed and fell asleep, Abu and Gu Jing sleep tonight, these two are demanding, and they can't sleep without taking a bath.

After sleeping until six o'clock in the morning, Yang Ping got up to wash up and eat some takeout churros, and the long-lost vitality returned to his body.

Yang Ping carried the ivory dresser to the bed, carefully tore off the tape, and removed the wrapping paper.

He placed the ivory dresser on the bedside table and carefully spread out the wrapper, and then he realized how big the wrapping paper was, which was an eight-foot whole piece of paper!

The eight-foot sheet was tattered and smeared, with occasional bay leaves and grass insects visible in the cleaner spots.

The style of this painting Yang Ping has seen, he often copies the works of famous artists on the fan surface in his spare time, Zheng Xie's bamboo, Zhao Ji's flowers and birds, Qi Baishi's songworms...... Among them, Qi Baishi's paintings are the best to imitate and the most difficult to imitate, it is easy to draw the form, but it is difficult to have both the form and the spirit.

This bay leaf and insect is the style of the old man Qi Baishi! Did he paint such a big eight-foot nave?

Don't say anything, let's fix it first.

Yang Ping put the eight-foot whole paper into the space, and he was immersed in it to feel the process of repair, and slowly the eight-foot whole paper began to take shape.

This eight-foot nave has sixty-six bay leaves and sixty-six grass insects painted on it! And none of them are the same, the whole work is perfectly composed, hearty, meticulously the very fine section of the bay leaf tendons and the silk veins of the grass insects, the fine brushwork depicted by the grass insects and the simple freehand brushstrokes melted into a furnace, the inscription is three hundred stone seal rich man Qi Baishi, a bell seal body wooden person.

Yang Ping took out the eight-foot middle hall of the bay leaf grass worm, took a few photos with his mobile phone, and felt that it was not enjoyable, so he went to the next room to get Gu Jing's SLR and took a few photos.

After putting away the eight-foot middle hall, Yang Ping continued to sleep and went back to sleep, until Abu and Gu Jing came to harass him, and then he got up.

After going to the restaurant for breakfast together, Abu and Gu Jing agreed not to go shopping, and Yang Ping reluctantly agreed to stay in Madrid for an extra day.

Today, there is no specific goal, and the three of them wander leisurely through the streets of Madrid, experiencing the exotic atmosphere.

When eating seafood at Sirenaverde at noon, Yang Ping felt that the time was about the same, so he called the general manager of Jingbei Wei and asked him if he knew about this picture of Mr. Qi Baishi's bayleaf grass insects.

Yang Ping is not worried that this painting is a fake, mainly because he has never seen it. I've never heard of such a large eight-foot nave painting Cordyceps.

"Hello? Director Chiang. Hello. Yang Ping came to the table outside the store with a glass of lemonade and pulled a chair away, pulled it out and sat down, "How are you doing?" ”

When Mr. Wei received a call from Yang Ping, he felt like he had won the lottery, wouldn't it be that there were good things to take care of Gade?

"Xiao Yang, haha, I'm still the same, what's the matter, what's the gain? Are you going to put it up for auction or donate it? ”

Yang Ping held a mouthful of water in his throat. If you want to hold back your internal injuries, what are you donating? I don't have a word in my head that people are stupid and how fast they come!

"There are good things, Mr. Wei, if you squeeze me like this, I'll ask someone else." Yang Ping was not angry.

Mr. Wei laughed: "Don't be so stingy, my brother will compensate you, tell me quickly, what is a good thing?" ”

Yang Ping took a sip of lemonade: "Well, I'm in Madrid now, and I received a painting of Mr. Qi Baishi yesterday." ”

"Oh, that's a lot of money, isn't it?" Mr. Wei calmed down a lot. In May this year, Gade also auctioned a long scroll of Qi Baishi, with a auction value of more than 100 million.

Yang Ping smacked his lips: "I still want to." Found in the Plaza Mayor thrift market. ”

Mr. Wei was more calm: "Xiao Yang, Mr. Qi Baishi's paintings are too fake, and there are not many opportunities to pick up the leaks, hehe, but your luck is always very against the sky, what are you painting?" ”

"Bayeux and grass insects, I don't feel like a fake." Yang Ping took out a box of cigarettes, took out one, and lit it with a kerosene lighter.

Mr. Wei sighed, he didn't care too much, the grass insect pictures are mostly sketches, he has seen too many long scrolls and albums, how can he pay too much attention to a single sketch?

"You can leave a single sketch and hang it at home, but you are also a big collector, how can you do it without a few good things in your hand, don't donate it." Mr. Wei also had good words, "Why don't I find Teacher Zhang Shide for you?" He is an expert in painting and calligraphy. ”

Yang Ping hated and didn't answer the stubble: "Oh, my painting is not small." ”

Mr. Wei laughed: "How big?" Four feet? ”

Yang Ping took a puff of cigarette and was a little proud: "Hehe, eight-foot whole paper, Zhongtang!" ”

Mr. Wei was silent, and after a while, he solemnly admonished: "Xiao Yang, we are partners, more friends, I have never heard of Mr. Qi Baishi painting such a large middle hall, or Bayeux grass insects, you really took medicine this time." Wait, I'll go to Lao Zhang and let him tell you, you still don't believe me, it's really ......"

Yang Ping was speechless, why are you so persistent, I have to wait for you to find someone for this international long distance?

Yang Ping hung up the phone, and after smoking a cigarette, the phone rang again.

"Xiao Yang, I'm Zhang Shide, don't listen to Mr. Wei's nonsense, he is engaged in administration, he doesn't understand the profession, can you tell me about that painting?"

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, this painting is an eight-foot whole paper, painting bay leaves and grass insects, a lot, and the payment is three hundred stone seals of the rich Qi Baishi." Yang Ping thought about the description of the painting.

Zhang Shide smacked his lips: "Let me think about it, how is that painting preserved?" Is it intact? ”

Yang Ping affirmed: "Intact, full product." ”

"Are there sixty-six bay leaves on that painting? Sixty-six grass insects? Zhang Shide became anxious.

Yang Ping thought about it: "It seems that I have a photo, and now I will send it to Mr. Wei, and Mr. Zhao will identify it." ”

Zhang Shide nodded vigorously: "Hurry, hurry, let's wait, if we are really so lucky, this painting should be Mr. Qi Baishi's Bayeux Grass Insect Zhongtang that the domestic calligraphy and painting circles have been looking for!" ”

After hanging up the phone, Yang Ping edited an MMS message and sent it to Mr. Wei, and walked into the restaurant with his feet raised.

"Why is it so long, are the beauties of Madrid good-looking?" Gu Jing has pregnancy syndrome and can be ignored.

Yang Ping inserted a piece of cut lobster meat into his mouth: "Mmmm, it's delicious, this thing is cold, you eat less." ”

Abu elegantly wiped his mouth and raised his wine glass: "Come, yesterday was so hard, treat you." ”

Yang Ping took it and drank it all: "Gu Jing, now that there are more and more people in the castle, we are leaving, you shouldn't be afraid, right?" ”

Gu Jing took a bite of the Spanish fritters stained with chocolate: "Well, I'm not afraid, but I have to do my best to bring my parents over, Sister Abu, you have to help more." ”

Abu nodded: "Don't worry, I'll go back to do the work, you have to do the application yourself, if not, leave it to Weili or Zou Kai." ”

As he spoke, Yang Ping's phone rang. (To be continued......) R1292