[170 Su Qingyun's calligraphy and painting, master's work]

"Xiao Su, listening to your tone, it seems that you are not very satisfied with my painting!"

Ren Lao smiled, but he was not annoyed.

Su Qingyun can't say, in fact, I come from another world, and you are at our level, that is, ordinary.

After thinking about it, Su Qingyun spoke:

"Ren Lao is an entrepreneur, not an artist, and it is not easy to have this level."

"Hahaha!"

Ren Lao smiled heartily: "You kid can speak, but listening to your words, you seem to know a lot about calligraphy and painting, so it's better to show your hands and let my old man open his eyes." ”

Hearing this, Su Qingyun was not hypocritical.

"Then the boy is ugly."

After finishing speaking, Su Qingyun came to the front of several cases.

There are already pens, ink, paper, and inkstones prepared on it.

Ink is Hui ink, the top dragon incense royal ink.

The paper is Huixuan, authentic rice paper, handmade.

The pen is Zihao, the hare hair produced in Huizhou, the pen is straight and sharp, and the elasticity is the best in the world.

The inkstone is the end inkstone, the first of the four famous inkstones!

It's all good, and for the literati, it has a fatal attraction.

Su Qingyun held a brush in his hand, quietly looked at the white rice paper, and began to conceive a picture in his mind.

A true master of Chinese painting, the painting is already completed the moment he puts down the pen.

That's right, it's done in the head.

The hand is just a picture in the mind.

Finally, Su Qingyun held the pen in his hand, like dancing, waving it on the rice paper arbitrarily, dotting the ink like a flower blooming, pointing, side, hooking, lifting, and sweeping.

Su Qingyun's movements were very fast, and when he was almost there, Ren Fei couldn't see his movements clearly.

All in one go, flowing water.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a painting was completed.

In the painting, Cangshan is one after another, the remnant sun is like blood flowing, the lonely goose and horse are galloping, and the north wind is howling!

This is a freehand landscape painting, pure intentions, the peaks are like the sea in a continuous piece, the lonely goose, the remnant sun, these images, revealing a strong sense of vicissitudes and sadness.

Everyone who looks at this painting feels as if their soul is deeply integrated into the painting, and the whole spirit is violently shaken.

Lonely, desolate, yet majestic.

That's the power of painting.

A work of art is a world.

Even ordinary people who don't know anything about painting can feel the emotions in this painting and fall into a complex and inexplicable atmosphere.

At this time, Meng Wanqiu also stepped forward and carefully studied the painting.

"Good painting! What a sense of purpose! ”

"Standing in front of this painting, I suddenly felt desolate and heroic, and I only felt that the world was huge and life was small."

Meng Wanqiu bluntly said what she felt at this moment.

She really admires this painting, although he is just a layman, but she can also feel the beauty of Chinese painting.

Syllable!

Next to him, the crutches in the hands of the old man Ren Fei fell to the ground, trembling all over, judging from the artistic conception and expression techniques in this painting, this has completely grasped the essence of Chinese painting, and even compared with those contemporary masters, it is not much better.

It's definitely the best.

Guru!

A true master!

Since ancient times, literati have been arrogant, let alone masters.

After coming back to his senses, Ren Lao stared at Su Qingyun again, but saw that Su Qingyun had already lifted his pen and slowly wrote in the blank space of the painting.

【Remembering Qin'e】

[The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost and morning moon.

Frost and early moon, the sound of horses' hooves is broken, and the sound of trumpets is swallowed.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood. 】

This is a poem, and it is still done overnight, and it is still cursive.

This cursive handwriting is superb, worthy of the word "grandmaster".

Looking at the words made, its achievements have already surpassed the painting and calligraphy itself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has been passed down through the ages.

Ren Lao came from that era, and he liked the traditional culture of poetry, songs, poetry, calligraphy and painting very much.

Naturally, there are many studies, in his opinion, Su Qingyun's calligraphy and painting level has reached the first-class level, but what shocked him even more was the poem itself, which is a masterpiece that can be passed down for thousands of years.

Ren Lao looked at this calligraphy and painting blankly, reading this poem "Remembering Qin'e", and the more he read, the more he liked it.

Especially the sentence:

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning."

These two sentences instantly moistened Ren Lao's eyes.

There were so many things going through his mind.

From his time as a soldier, to being discharged from the army, to starting a business.

In many difficult and difficult years, he gritted his teeth again and again and survived.

In the most difficult time, he couldn't even pay his employees' salaries, lying in bed, tossing and turning, and losing sleep all night.

At that time, I had to smoke two or three packs of cigarettes a day, and I was full of gray hair.

Even he was discouraged and wanted to sell the company at one point.

He survived such a difficult period back then, so there is today's Longwei Company.

Even if he was sanctioned by a beautiful country, he never had any fear.

It's a big deal to start all over again!

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning!"

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning!"

Ren Lao paced and recited these two sentences repeatedly.

He loves these two sentences so much!

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Su Xiaoyou, this calligraphy and painting is so good, can you sell it to me?" ”

"I'm willing to pay 10 million !!"

Ren Lao Zhengsedao.

Su Qingyun smiled faintly and said, "It's just a pair of calligraphy and paintings, if Ren Lao likes it, why not give it to Ren Lao?" ”

Ren Lao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were even more appreciative:

"Then thank you Su Xiaoyou!"

From "Xiao Su" at the beginning, to "Su Xiaoyou" now.

It can be seen that Ren Lao is becoming more and more satisfied with Su Qingyun.

'Tsk, this young man is good, if only he could be my son-in-law!' ’

'No, I have to introduce Eucalyptus to him!' ’

If I can bring the two of them together, then I'm relieved." ’

Ren Fei has already pondered in his heart that when people are older, they are easy to care about the marriage of their children.

Ren Lao is no exception.

However, Su Qingyun didn't know what Ren Lao was thinking.

If he knew that this old man had only seen him once, and he wanted him to be his son-in-law, then he wouldn't have run away in a hurry.

At this time, Ren Lao remembered something and said:

"By the way, Su Xiaoyou, did you come to me for something this time?"

Without waiting for Su Qingyun to speak, Meng Wanqiu on the side hurriedly patted his forehead and said:

"Oh, I forgot about the business while I was appreciating the paintings!"

"Father, Mr. Su is here this time to discuss the purchase of the Long Yaozi brand."

"Mr. Su is very interested in our Longyao mobile phone brand."

When Ren Lao heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

"Late Autumn, what are you talking about? I heard you right!! ”

Ren Fei, like his daughter, felt very unbelievable after hearing the news.