Mr. Feng and Mr. Xie each led a group of people, standing in the private restaurant and looking at the blue and white porcelain, bamboo weaving, and wooden ornaments that were placed as decorations.

"What a waste, what a waste!"

"Such a good blue and white porcelain ornament is so put as an ornament, it's too tyrannical!"

"Yes! The quality is so high, it looks more beautiful than my collection! ”

"And this wood, I'm not mistaken, it's Huanghuali, right?"

"You read that right, this is the ornament carved out of Huanghuali, shouldn't this thing be stored at home to watch? There are actually several of them here! ”

"And this, the bamboo is already extinct, how can there be this kind of bamboo products? It stands to reason that things made of bamboo can't last for thousands of years, right? ”

"I don't know about this, not to mention that the preservation is still very complete, it looks like it has been newly compiled for a long time."

"Look, this calligraphy and painting is really well written! It's much better than the paintings I've saved! ”

"This is the master's drawing? It's so well written! ”

"No, how can there be so many paintings and calligraphy by the same master? It looks like the handwriting is very new, and it won't be more than a year! ”

"Really, these calligraphy and paintings should have been written not long ago."

"Who wrote this! It's also amazing, I've always thought that my calligraphy and painting are good, but it's really bad compared to this! ”

Old Man Feng was also attracted by these calligraphy and paintings, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar he felt, which was exactly the same as the painting that his stinky boy sold him before, and the style and font of the painting were exactly the same.

He looked closer, and sure enough, he found that there was an identical signature symbol underneath each painting, and his face instantly blackened.

That stinky boy, even grandpa dares to pit!

As he was talking, Feng Yan accompanied his two elder brothers and happened to go downstairs to receive the old men.

Old Man Xie has been living on the farm recently, and he often meets Feng Yan, and the two are also familiar with each other.

"Feng San'er, come here!" He beckoned to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan walked over and greeted his grandfather and the old men he knew well, and then looked at Old Man Xie, "Grandpa Xie, what's wrong?" ”

"Do you know who painted it?" He asked, pointing to the screen and the ink landscape paintings on the wall.

Feng Yan also knew that they must have seen that this had only been painted for a long time, and at that time he originally wanted Xia Ruo to make an antique painting, but she didn't agree.

So he smiled and replied frankly: "This is drawn by Xia Ruo." ”

"She wrote the words too!" He added with a touch of pride.

This group of old men has always boasted that they are very accomplished in ancient paintings and ancient characters, and now let them see what it means to be blue and better than blue, and a mountain is higher than a mountain!

Hearing his words, Old Man Xie and the others were shocked!

"This is what Xiao Ruoruo painted? Really? Old Man Xie asked in disbelief.

He used to like to collect calligraphy and paintings, and he would draw and write from time to time, and he felt that it would be impossible for this painter to draw without a few decades of skill.

But how old is Xia Ruocai, less than twenty years old, even if he starts practicing from his mother's womb, it is difficult to have this kind of painting skills, right?

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Feng Yan shrugged, "It's really painted by Xia Ruo, don't believe it, I've seen her paint it with my own eyes!" ”

"Xia Ruo is less than twenty years old, has such advanced painting skills?" An old man shook his head, obviously not believing it.

Feng Yan was unhappy, "Old man, have you ever heard of a person called a genius?" Xia Ruo is! ”

A group of old men with no vision!