On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, every corner of the city is lit up and full of festive flavor.

It's the second time I've seen Ming Yuyan's parents, and when Bu Yanxi went over this time, she politely carried a box of New Year's gift boxes, but Ming's father was sideways, and she also gave her a genuine ink painting of Qi Baishi.

That's Qi Baishi, a painting is less than a million, and more than hundreds of millions of Qi Baishi, not to mention the pine and cypress high portrait in her hand, I heard that it was auctioned at a sky-high price by the academician of the National Academy of Sciences and the president of the Asian Art Association......

Ming's father, who is quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting, can naturally see that the painting in her hand is genuine. However, although he secretly checked Bu Yanxi's family background, he only checked it roughly, after all, it was only the love stage, and there was no need to investigate each other inside and out according to the rules of the military family before the two children went further.

Therefore, it was not until this time that Ming's father faintly felt that the girl his son liked should come from a well-educated scholarly family.

But......

Ming's father saw that after Bu Yanxi finished showing the framed calligraphy and paintings, he put it on the ground casually like a cabbage, and said with an embarrassed face, "My mother heard that I was going to come over to disturb her, so she sent this painting from her hometown, which seems to have been painted by a more famous painter, I forgot the name...... But you should have a lot of decorative paintings at home, so you can't put them on to send them to relatives. ”

More famous?

The corners of his mouth, which has always been kind and smiling, couldn't help twitching, Father Ming almost strode forward, picked up the calligraphy and painting that had been discarded in the corner, and his resolute face showed a trace of disobedience and sadness, "Such a valuable thing, I will find someone to reframe it tomorrow and hang it in the living room." ”

"Huh?" Bu Yanxi blinked, if it weren't for Father Ming's expression being too solemn, she would almost think that he was talking the opposite.

Bu Yanxi really doesn't know how valuable this painting is, there is a big attic in her hometown, and the attic is full of dazzling calligraphy and paintings, which are said to have been collected and handed down by her grandfather and her grandfather's ancestors.

However, maybe she has no talent for art, she didn't think there was anything special when she looked at those paintings since she was a child, and she once tore up two pictures naughtily, and finally, of course, in her grandfather's heartache, she was punished by Wu Huixin, who had a cold face, to write a review.

Of course, this doesn't mean that she doesn't know Qi Baishi, it's just that she has never carefully observed the paintings in the attic of her hometown, and when Wu Huixin asked people to send this painting, she didn't say that it was Qi Baishi's authentic handiwork, only that it was painted by a famous artist. Now that there are more famous masters in ancient and modern times, Bu Yanxi preconceived that it is not worth much.

After all, with the financial resources of the Ming family, can ordinary famous paintings still be bought?

Therefore, when Bu Yanxi just sent this painting, she was really embarrassed.

However, if she knew that the calligraphy and paintings she gave away could not be bought with money, she would definitely take back the polite words that others listened to almost pretend.

When Ming's mother saw her husband's appearance, she understood a little in her heart, and while smiling and beckoning the girl in the clouds to sit in the room, she opened her son, "You go upstairs and bring my bedside things." ”

Then he said to Bu Yanxi, "See you again, Xiaobu." She paused slightly, "I can call you that, right?" ”