When Zhou Xuan came in, everyone noticed it, because there was only one man wearing a white tuxedo, and they all guessed that he wanted to be different and attract the attention of others.

Since Yu Jiangzhou said it, Zhou Xuan stepped forward to take a serious look at the painting, and said for a long time: "Mr. Mo, then I will be blunt." ”

"Please!"

"It's not a painting." After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar, and there were stories of random graffiti and everyone complimenting the final joke, but Mo Shi would not tease people, this kind of statement was insulting, and it was clear that he didn't know how to paint.

"Please go on!" Mo Shi said again.

"To be exact, these are four paintings, and on the surface this is the first one, and the stacking of various heavy colors is actually trying to hide the feeling inside." Zhou Xuan pointed in the direction of sitting down, "These highlights are very eye-catching, but if we don't look at these and remove the heavy colors on the outside, you will find that there is a hidden picture of cattle herding here." ”

Everyone was amazed, and when they craned their necks to look, they saw a picture of a shepherd boy playing a flute and herding cattle, which was a painting with national characteristics. Sally is a layman, and after looking for a long time, she is still asking, where is the cow?

"Looking back on the cattle is a memorial to the hometown and the improvement of the inner realm." When Zhou Xuan said this, Mo Shi nodded and smiled in agreement.

And here, Zhou Xuan pointed to a few mountain-shaped lines, "In the same way, the thick ink we see is the barrier in our hearts, and when the curtain is removed, there will be a side face of a delicate woman." ”

Wow, some people exclaimed, it's really like this, the hair is flying, the eyelashes are low, and the chin is pointy.

Mo Shi's eyes were filled with tears, and Zhou Xuan said again: "It's just that the face is thin, the mountain roots have broken lines, and the chin has no longevity, this woman in the painting is not like a long-lived person, she must have stayed away from the world and returned to the fairyland." ”

Mo Shi sobbed, and everyone suddenly realized that there was an inseparable past in his heart hidden here, and he was a man with a story.

"On the right, the color is bright and open, a lot of red and yellow colors are used, but there is an ink embellishment, everyone looks along this line, the lights are on, wandering alone, in the downtown area, still lonely in the heart." Zhou Xuan finally said: "Mr. Mo, this should be your own realism." In fact, this is not the realism of each of us, looking for the invisible and untouchable destination. ”

Mo Shi clapped his hands, and immediately applauded, the eyes of several young women were extremely hot, and Yu Jiangzhou, who was full of tenderness, became the object of their jealousy.

"If you look back at the surface of this picture, it seems to be expressing a kind of chaotic thoughts, but when you remove these black lines, it is a warm picture, with a stage, an audience, lights, and applause." Zhou Xuan pointed out these separately.

Everyone is stupid, the physiognomy is amazing, the eyesight is so good, under these eyes, there is nothing to hide.

Zhou Xuan is right, this is a multi-layered work, using modern painting methods to describe traditional stories. Of course, there are also some high-tech tricks in it. Mo Shi said happily.

Next, Mo Shi kept his promise, and Zhou Xuan accepted the reward in a voice of envy, which was a four-square-foot small oil painting, called Wind Rhapsody, and a whirlpool in black. Some people say that a painting of the same size has been auctioned for a high price of 10 million, and Zhou Xuan is worth the trip.

"I've got you." Zhou Xuan whispered.

Yes! Yu Jiangzhou is extremely happy, it is definitely a big gift, and his father will be very happy to take it home, "Xuan, is there a secret to this 10 million masterpiece?" ”

"I really can't understand it."

Zhou Xuan frowned, Yu Jiangzhou laughed, and she didn't understand.

Mo Shi praised Zhou Xuan very much, took him with him everywhere, and was commensurate with him as a junior brother. Zhou Xuan found that a total of three heads of brokerage companies were present at the meeting, two of which were very well-known in China, and the other was relatively new and had just been established for less than a year.

The three responsible persons all came over to talk to Zhou Xuan, and Zhou Xuan and one of them left contact information for each other. Liang Youjun, the person in charge of the well-funded family, is a typical womanizer, and if a newcomer wants to develop in his place, the price will be heavy.

And the newly established one, although it is developing rapidly, is in a hurry, and it is inevitable that it will take risks and force artists to do something they are not willing to do.

"Zhou Xuan, I heard everyone talk about it, your calligraphy is also good, who did you learn from?" Mo Shi asked.

"The family teacher's surname is Guan, he is a wandering master, and he hasn't been in touch for a long time." Zhou Xuan said.

Oh, Mo Shi squinted his eyes and thought about it, the contemporary people he knew, without a surname, were indeed a master of the world, teaching such a good apprentice, but he was not greedy for fame and fortune.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, painting is the weakest, or because this is also the master's weakness, he is not willing to spend money to hire people, all rely on the apprentices to be self-taught.

"Mr. Mo, I heard that you also like to write prose poems?" Zhou Xuan pretended not to ask.

"Amateur, not elegant. I have published two books, entertaining myself, and I dare not take them out to be scary. Mo Shi laughed.

"Then what do you think of the famous English essayist and poet Pederman?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"You like his work too?" Mo Shi immediately became excited, but Zhou Xuan's heart was cold, it could be seen that Mo Shi, who was flattered, also regarded Pei Deman as an idol.

"Some people say that Pedeman doesn't write prose, it's not poetry, it's music, and I agree with that. His works are delicate and tinged with a touch of melancholy, but they also turn cleverly around the decadent boundary line, bringing infinite hope. Reading his books can make people addicted to it and fall into a deep depression. I have met him in person, handsome and elegant, a very attractive man, in England only if you have read his works to be considered literate, and there are many of his followers among the royal family. ”

Mo Shi was boastful, and did not hesitate to praise Pei Deman, completely ignoring Zhou Xuan's expression.

Poetic and picturesque, can allow people to get a temporary sublimation in the hustle and bustle of the city, but it will not last, and it will end early in the afternoon, and everyone will leave after saying goodbye.

Lisa shook hands with Zhou Xuan and said goodbye, she was wearing an exaggerated down jacket on her body, her physique was poor, and she always felt cold. Another young girl untied her bun and shook her hands behind her long hair over her shoulders, and the car couldn't help but scream twice as it drove out of the gate.

When a slightly chubby man waved goodbye, Zhou Xuan saw that he was upright, but his pants were off, and he galloped away wearing boxer pants.

"See, a bunch of hypocrites, so I'm reluctant to go to such an occasion." Yu Jiangzhou scoffed.

"There are all kinds of things in the world, and it is better to be a gentleman for a while than never to do it." Zhou Xuan laughed and laughed.

However, Yu Jiangzhou still felt that it was worth it to get a painting of Mo Shi, so he went home at night and gave the oil painting to his parents, and said proudly: "Dad, it is difficult for you to ask for subwords, see me get you tens of millions of paintings, happy, right?" ”

"Moshi's?" Yu Rong's eyes lit up and he took it carefully.

"Blue is better than blue, and my daughter is great." Chen Xiaoling was also very happy, and asked casually: "Who sent it?" ”

"Zhou Xuan!" Yu Jiangzhou told him about today's events, but when he saw that his parents' faces sank, Yu Rong put the painting on the coffee table unhappily and said nothing.

Chen Xiaoling poked her daughter's head vigorously and complained: "Are you stupid!" ”