On this piece of rice paper, there are not many words written, less than a hundred words, but it is these dozens of words that completely attract this middle-aged man, at this moment, he is standing in front of the table, looking straight at this piece of rice paper.

The above poem, one of the sentences, can be said to be famous through the ages, holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son.

It is not uncommon to see calligraphy works written on this poem, but none of them can make him so intrigued.

In the handwriting on the paper, the middle-aged person feels a peaceful, simple, elegant and sloppy pen style.

This kind of charm in handwriting is not something that ordinary people can write, even some people who have been immersed in calligraphy for twenty or thirty years cannot do it.

In the process of careful appreciation, the previous surprise on his face completely turned into amazement, this calligraphy font, fat and thin, well-proportioned flesh and bones, square and round, its control at the time of writing, people are amazed.

What shocked him even more was that there were some Han and Wei characters in the handwriting, which looked very simple and natural.

It is precisely because of the Han and Wei styles in this font that the verses in this poem are full of the characteristics of the times, as if people feel the heaviness of the Han and Wei dynasties, but in addition to the heaviness, they are elegant.

It was hard for him to believe that in this gallery, he could see such a high-level calligraphy work.

Tasting this calligraphy, he saw that the handwriting was very similar to some of Wang Xizhi's style and rhyme, and he simply understood the essence of Wang Xizhi's small Kai, allowing him to see some shadows of Huang Tingjing.

He has seen many modern and modern calligraphers' small letters, but. There is no such calligraphy. Let him feel even greater. I saw more of Wang Xizhi's brushwork.

Unbelievable, unbelievable, the middle-aged man slowly came back to his senses, looked at this calligraphy, looked up at Shen Yujun and the others and asked, "Little girl, who wrote this calligraphy, can you sell it?" ”

Zhou Meilin, who was still angry on the side, suddenly smiled, "This gentleman." This calligraphy is so ordinary, are you going to spend dozens of yuan to buy it back as hand paper? ”

"Dozens of yuan, you're kidding, hundreds of thousands of yuan is about the same." The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Meilin with a look of surprise, and then pointed to this calligraphy and said word by word.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhou Meilin was dumbfounded, "You, are you joking, just this broken calligraphy, something written in more than ten minutes." It's worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. ”

Hundreds of thousands, she absolutely did not believe that this calligraphy was worth hundreds of thousands. She uses her body as a means, and it takes a long time to earn these hundreds of thousands, and there can be so many words written in more than ten minutes, which is impossible.

"Broken calligraphy, only people who don't understand calligraphy, will say that this is broken calligraphy, you said it only took more than ten minutes, for others to write, one a minute, I'm afraid I can't write such a charm of Xiaokai, little girl, tell me who wrote this." Hearing that this calligraphy took more than ten minutes, the middle-aged man said with surprise on his face.

Shen Yujun couldn't help but glance at Chen Yi, in her opinion, this painting was also of a very high level, but she never thought that it would make this middle-aged man so excited.

"Sir, this calligraphy is written by me." Chen Yi slowly stepped forward and said with a slight smile.

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Yi, a little dumbfounded, in his opinion, the person who wrote this calligraphy may have left, and it will never be these young people in the gallery, "It's you who wrote, young man, some things can't be casually recognized." ”

"It's what I wrote, so why don't you pretend to admit it, it's just that this calligraphy is not finished yet." Chen Yi smiled, walked to the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then began to continue to write on rice paper.

Seeing Chen Yi pick up the pen, he wrote on this precious calligraphy, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop, but he couldn't find any reason, he had to watch beside Chen Yi, when he saw the first word that Chen Yi wrote next, he raised his head and looked at Chen Yi in shock, this word, exactly the same as what was written before, whether it was font or charm, he didn't expect this young man to be able to write such a good hand, even some calligraphers who have studied calligraphy for decades may not be able to write.

Sao Feng beat the drum, Yu Shu returned to Haoyang, and the art gallery saw his lover Yujun feeling missing, feeling and sending, holding the hand of the son, and the son grew old together, Chen Yi. After writing this paragraph, Chen Yi took out a small seal engraved by himself from his body and stamped it on it, Chen Yiyin.

This is exactly one of the rules of calligraphy stamping, the big characters are stamped with large seals, and the small characters are stamped with small seals.

Seeing this sentence, the middle-aged man was amazed, it was really this young man, and the seal of Tianhuangshi on that side was very precious, at least worth one million, "Young man, I'm sorry, I didn't know Mount Tai just now, Shen Yujun, it should be this little girl just now, you two are really a pair of beautiful women, I don't know if you can sell me this calligraphy, within a million, you can make a price." ”

The middle-aged man had an apology on his face, and after apologizing to Chen Yi, he looked at Shen Yujun on the side, and couldn't help but show a blessed smile on his face.

Seeing Chen Yi's undisguised words in this calligraphy style, Wei Huayuan on the side clenched his fists, "Sir, how can this calligraphy be worth millions, Chen Yi can write calligraphy, but his fame is not big, he is not known by some people at all, fame is the key to the value of artworks, what is the use of not being famous." ”

"Haha, people who don't know calligraphy, how can they appreciate this good word, fame is indeed the key to the value of a work of art, but the level is more important, there is no level, how can you have fame in the future, with the level of this calligraphy, even if it is 990,000, I will not hesitate." Turning his head to look at Wei Huayuan, the middle-aged man seemed to know something, shook his head and said with a laugh.

Then, the middle-aged man looked at Chen Yi with a smile, "Young man, if you don't make a bid, then I will give you 990,000 yuan and take this painting away." ”

Chen Yi sighed and smiled, he had studied the calligraphy of Huang Tingjing, which others thought was worthless, for nearly two months, and now the dozens of words he wrote were promised by this middle-aged man for a price of less than one million, which really made people feel a little unbelievable for a while.

Among them, not only all his perceptions of the calligraphy, but also the role of intermediate calligraphy, the combination of perception and skills, this is probably where the value lies, but within this million, it does not mean that it can reach more than 900,000, I am afraid the value is within 500,000.

Even so, it was already an unexpected price, and the middle-aged man could value it so much because of the level of calligraphy, not his fame.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we won't sell this calligraphy, it's a testimony of a vow I made to my lover, and it means a lot." Chen Yi didn't hesitate, looked at the middle-aged man, and said apologetically.

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Yi and saw the persistence in his eyes, he shook his head and sighed, originally thought that Chen Yi might want to raise the price, but now, he knew that this calligraphy would not be sold, "So that's the case, it's really a pity, young man, if you create any calligraphy works another day, you can call me, this will definitely give you a satisfactory price, this is my business card." ”

He didn't let Chen Yi create for him temporarily, and the calligraphy he created carefully was too different from the one he created temporarily.

Chen Yi took the business card, glanced at it, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, this middle-aged man looked no more than forty years old, but he was the chairman of an investment company.

"Oh, I understand, Chen Yi, this turned out to be your entrustment, I wrote a broken calligraphy casually, and suddenly someone came to the gallery to buy something, and finally accidentally found your calligraphy, and offered a million dollars, but you didn't agree, there was no loss, so you scared us, this play is so good." At this time, listening to the conversation between the middle-aged man and Chen Yi, Zhou Meilin suddenly realized, pointed at Chen Yi and the middle-aged man with her finger, and said with a mocking face.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, "Sure enough, jealousy is the source of sin." He never imagined that one day, he would be used as a trust.

"Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry, I have caused you to suffer some false accusations, you don't have to worry about this, we will solve it, if I have any needs, I will contact you." Chen Yi said apologetically on his face, he still underestimated the pungency of Zhou Meilin's woman.

The middle-aged man surnamed Xiao smiled slightly, "Young man, if you want to add to the crime, why bother with it, although it is a pity that I can't get your calligraphy, but there are some other paintings painted by Miss Shen, there are still some characteristics, I came empty-handed, I can't go home empty-handed." ”

"Continue to pretend, if you don't achieve your goal, do you want to continue acting." Zhou Meilin said in a weird manner.

At this time, the middle-aged man's mobile phone surnamed Xiao suddenly rang, connected the phone, and after listening for a while, he showed a helpless look on his face, "Xiao Liu, who revealed the news, if you want to walk around, oh, I see, I still have some things here, just let them come here to find me." ”

Hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man surnamed Xiao smiled, "Young man, I still have half an hour to leave, now I'll pick out some paintings and take them back." ”

Chen Yi nodded to the middle-aged man with a smile, thought for a while, and then said: "Mr. Xiao, I really don't want to let you be framed like this, half an hour is enough for me to make a calligraphy, I don't know if you like Zhangcao." ”

"What, young man, you can still write chapter grass, it's really unbelievable, well, I'll just look at you, a person with a high level of writing Xiaokai, what kind of chapter grass you write looks like, please." Hearing Chen Yi's words, a look of surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and then he said with deep curiosity.

"Haha, you still have to write calligraphy, will you buy it for a million in a while?" Zhou Meilin said sneeringly.

The middle-aged man surnamed Xiao glanced at her lightly and smiled lightly, "Mr. Xiao Chen's calligraphy is rare to see, and it would not be good if it was disturbed by others." As he spoke, he took out the phone, dialed it, and said succinctly: "Xiao Liu, send two people to the gallery." (To be continued......)