When we walked in, we found that the inside and outside of the fish pond were extremely clear, and there were dozens of koi fish.

The painter is fond of koi, this is a tradition of the past and present, but I could never have imagined that this foreign painting saint has such good patience.

Koi have high requirements for water quality, not to mention that they are in a fish pond in the countryside, although it is quite literati style, but its engineering is also very complicated.

After a few more steps inside, Zong Qiqi and I saw an old man with white hair, sitting in front of the fish pond and sketching.

Judging from its appearance, most of them are saints of Western paintings.

It's just that he looks no different from those old people in the countryside, and the clothes he wears are all from the countryside, except for his appearance, he is a real local.

We approached slowly, and did not rush to disturb, but when we saw the painting, it was crooked, and a picture of a chicken pecking rice was drawn.

After watching Xing Ye's "Tang Bohu Dots Autumn Fragrance", I understand that this painting is on par with the one inside.

I can't help but be a little surprised, how can a person who can be named "painting saint" make such a scribbled painting?

How can a literati not cherish their wings?

Or is it ......

Is foreign painting more free?

"Hiccup......

Suddenly, I heard a wine burp.

At this time, I realized that the foreign painting saint was holding a bottle of vodka in his hand, and he had drunk most of it, and the hand that painted it trembled, and added a few pieces of to the chicken pecking rice map.

Me: "......"

What a casual and elegant!

I looked at Zong Qiqi, she chuckled, and then took the initiative to step forward and say, "Uncle Jerry, why did you drink it in broad daylight?" ”

The foreign painting saint was stunned for a moment, then turned around, and looked at Zong Qiqi drunkenly: "Yo, it's you little girl!" ”

"Why are you here?"

An authentic Lingcheng dialect!

Zong Qiqi stepped forward, snatched the wine bottle in his hand, and put it aside: "Of course I came to see you, how old are these people, vodka is used as water to drink, you are not afraid of short life?" ”

The foreign painting Shengle said: "Then what is there to be afraid of?" Your grandfather is gone, I'm an old cripple, and it's not interesting to live! ”

"In my life, the most regrettable thing is that I didn't leave a valuable painting, otherwise I can repay your grandfather for his kindness!"

I was silent, but I could tell that the old man hadn't drawn for a long time, otherwise he wouldn't have drawn this picture of a chicken pecking rice.

No painter or writer has ever had the tolerance to make some rubbish works!

Another point is that I saw that this foreign painting saint only had six fingers left, which happened to correspond to the story that Liu Ye told me at that time.

Zong Qiqi complained: "My grandfather said that you are the best foreign friend he has ever met, how can there be any kindness or kindness?" That's redundant! ”

"Uncle Jerry, let me introduce you, this is Yang Chengye, my friend!"

"He's here to ask you to appraise a painting!"

When the foreign painting saint heard this, his drunken face was obviously a little surprised, and he looked me up and down: "You? Looking for me? Appreciating paintings? Hahahahaha......ha

As he spoke, he burst out laughing.

I don't know why, but I still smiled politely: "I have long heard that the sage of foreign painting has a profound study of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign paintings, and I am afraid that there are not many people in this mausoleum city who can compare with you, so I can only ask you for advice!" ”

However.

He still laughed.

"Hahahahaha......"

Even tears of laughter came out.

I glanced at Zong Qiqi, who was also a little puzzled, so I had to say patiently: "Uncle Jerry, we really have something!" ”

"You're serious!"

The old man's laughter slowly stopped, he picked up the vodka bottle on the ground and poured himself a sip, and then looked at me with a smile: "Do you know how many years I haven't painted?" ”

"Ever since I had only six fingers left, I've vowed never to touch a painting again, never to look at a painting again!"

"Look at this painting I'm painting now, it's just like my life, only rout and garbage!"

"You are looking for me to appraise paintings, not to affirm my ability, but to insult the painting in your hand, I, Jerry, no longer have the qualifications and ability to appraise paintings for you!"

I couldn't help but be stunned.

I see.

This old man has been decadent to such a point, no wonder he laughs so "happy" when he hears me let him appreciate paintings, which is not actually a kind of happiness, but self-deprecation.

Laugh at their own incompetence and rout.

Most of the time, people who choose to live in seclusion do not want to escape from the world, but are unable to accept their failures and inadequacies.

Time.

I actually feel a little pitiful for this foreigner.

Zong Qiqi patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Uncle Jerry, do you know what my grandfather commented on you before he died?" ”

"He said that you are a person who has great ambitions, but lacks the courage of a goshawk, once you find your own courage......"

"Then one day, you will definitely be able to reach the sky in one step!"

"But what have you become now?"

"Drunk, decadent, demoralized!"

"I'm afraid my grandfather doesn't want to see you like this!"

I have to say that Zong Qiqi's words are very level.

When the foreign painting saint heard this, he suddenly fell silent, leaned back in his chair, looked at the sky above him, and was stunned.

Zong Qiqi and I didn't bother.

If he is still unwilling to appraise, I can only go back and ask Liu Ye to ask a master like Wang Qianhong to help.

Half a day.

The foreign painting saint suddenly said: "Xiao Nizi, you are right, I have lost myself for too long, bring me the painting!" ”

Zong Qiqi and I looked at each other and smiled, and quickly handed the painting behind the back to the foreign painting saint.

He first glanced at his appearance, frowned slightly, stood up and pointed to the tiled house behind him and said, "Let's go, go to the house and see!" ”

Let's go inside together.

Although the space is not very large, it is very clean inside, and you can see the old TV set from the eighties and nineties.

The foreign painter took out his reading glasses and put them on, spread the painting I brought on the table, and took a few magnets with pressure angles, and looked at them carefully.

Zong Qiqi and I were on the side and didn't speak.

"This painting ......"

"Why is it so similar to Gu Kaizhi's female history chart?"

After watching it for less than half a minute, the foreign painting saint came to such a conclusion.

I was amazed in my heart that this person's eyes could be recognized so easily, so I nodded and said, "That's right, I also regarded it as Gu Kaizhi's true work at the beginning!" ”

"But the payment in the lower right corner is Gu Shengqing!"

"And in terms of technique, there are some differences!"

I told him the ideas I had discussed with Liu Ye at that time.

The foreign painting saint frowned, took out a magnifying glass from the side, and began to check one detail at a time, and it didn't take long for sweat to break out on his forehead.