"Forget it, I don't care about these things, you can do it yourself, but I think you should stop giving things. Teacher Long is not that kind of person, and she doesn't lack anything." Mo Xiaoyu said.
"Nonsense, who thinks money is hard to hold, which one of those who were caught is not millions or tens of millions, do you think they are short of money? Damn, don't you accept it?"
"Hehe, that's other people's business. By the way, Luo Jing's matter has troubled you this time. I owe you a favor. Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner, order whatever you want." Mo Xiaoyu said.
"Really, that's good. Wait a minute. I'll take a shower and change my clothes. By the way, can I bring someone with me?"
"A man or a woman?" When Mo Xiaoyu saw Wen Jiachang's wretched expression, he knew that this kid must have fallen for a woman.
"Hey, you'll know when you see me, I'm going to take a shower first." With a sinister smile, Wen Jiachang picked up the basin and went to the public restroom to take a shower.
Mo Xiaoyu originally wanted to take this opportunity to rest in bed, but after driving all day, she was so tired that she lost all strength.
Unexpectedly, Lang Jianbai called just as soon as he lay down. Mo Xiaoyu thought to himself, if he went to the museum, he didn't see Lang Jianbai in the museum. How did he know that he was back all of a sudden?
"Where are you?" Lang Jianbai asked.
"Teacher, I'm at school, what's the matter?"
"You go to the museum quickly, you have to hurry up, everything is ready, since you are back, let's discuss it when you come back." Lang Jianbai said.
"That's fine, I'll go back." Mo Xiaoyu agreed.
It seems that Wen Jiachang can't be invited to dinner tonight, and this kid has gone to take a bath.
A few minutes later, Wen Jiachang came back happily, but seeing Mo Xiaoyu's posture to leave, he couldn't help asking, "What are you in a hurry for, I have to get dressed, right?"
"Hey, you don't need to wear it anymore, let's go naked, my teacher called, I have to go back quickly, there is no way, I can only invite you another day, I am really sorry." Mo Xiaoyu said apologetically.
"Damn, you let me go?" Wen Jiachang turned around to find something to beat Mo Xiaoyu, but the kid had already slipped away.
What Lang Jianbai said was about Wen Zhengming's paintings. This time, it was different from the previous copying. This time, Mo Xiaoyu wanted to create his own creation according to Wen Zhengming's painting style.
This difficulty once made Mo Xiaoyu very anxious, but he did not give up, because he understood that this was a hurdle, and if he could overcome this hurdle, then the road ahead would be very broad and broad.
But when things are not imminent, Mo Xiaoyu always wants to procrastinate, and procrastinate, but Lang Jianbai can't wait.
"You didn't say hello to me when you came back?" Lang Jianbai said.
"I went out to sketch this time and brought back a painting. My senior sister asked me to participate in this year's national art exhibition. Teacher, do you know the judges? Can you talk to me?" Mo Xiaoyu took this opportunity to ask Lang Jian Bai made a request.
"It's no problem, you and I will go to Beijing together in a few days, and we will go to the pier ahead of time."
"Okay, then I'll wait for the teacher to be free." Mo Xiaoyu said.
"Well, at present, your main energy is still to focus on that painting. Others are in a hurry. This time is a big project. There was originally a procedure to find paper and ink, but since you have all these, the rest It¡¯s just painting. After the painting is finished, you don¡¯t have to worry about it. The rest is other people¡¯s business. Writing stories and publishing picture albums are all very complicated, until they are finally sold to buyers. I don¡¯t know how many people are involved in this process. I'm busy, but if you can't paint, everything can't start, because the painting itself is the stepping stone to start this matter." Lang Jianbai said.
"That's fine, I'll get out in two days." Mo Xiaoyu said.
"Very well, then I will wait for your news." Lang Jianbai said.
After Lang Jianbai left, Mo Xiaoyu stayed in the basement alone. He hadn't had a drink for several days. When he opened the box, he found that the place was filled with wine by Lang Jianbai. He knew that Mo Xiaoyu liked to drink. Moreover, wine is needed when creating, so I don¡¯t hesitate.
After drinking cup after cup, Mo Xiaoyu sat crookedly on the chair and fell into a deep sleep, but he felt as if someone was fighting in his body, and the fight was one-sided, with Qinglong Baihu Suzaku Xuanwu on one side and Xuanwu on the other side. Not only that, the half-dead insect that was beaten, this insect seemed to have a spirituality, and kept begging for mercy.
After this hangover, I didn't wake up until noon the next day, but now I was full of energy, and my whole body was full of strength. I took a piece of Ming Dynasty paper brought by Ji Shengjie and flattened it with a paperweight.
Pouring water, grinding, coloring, all in one go.??, Mo Xiaoyu stood there thinking for a while, and hung all Wen Zhengming's paintings he saw on the wall, of course, in his own mind.
Every time Mo Xiaoyu looked up, he seemed to be looking at the wall. In fact, in his mind, there were paintings by Wen Zhengming hanging on the opposite wall.
Wen Zhengming is a painter of the Ming Dynasty, with a history of more than 400 years, but it is undoubtedly a dream to capture his style from his paintings. Every appraiser will look at this painting from a different angle. Paintings, because Wen Zhengming's paintings do not have a unified appraisal standard, which is a challenge for the authenticator, and also a challenge for the counterfeiter.
However, what Mo Xiaoyu grasped was the spirit of Wen Zhengming's paintings. With this, no matter how you look at it, you will understand its connotation, and this is the guarantee of passing the test.
Lang Jianbai asked the security guard, and Mo Xiaoyu never went out when he came in. He didn't go out all day and night, so nothing would happen. Lang Jianbai went to the basement worried, but when he got there, he found that Mo Xiaoyu was hugging The jug was drinking mouth to mouth, and while drinking, he picked up a pen to trace on a huge painting. Lang Jianbai didn't dare to go in, until Mo Xiaoyu put down the pen, and then knocked on the door and went in.
"Teacher, I just finished painting, how about you show me where there are any defects, or from history?" Mo Xiaoyu pointed to the paintings on the painting table.
Lang Jianbai didn't say anything, because from the first time he saw the painting, if the ink was not dry, he would have thought it was Wen Zhengming's authentic work, because although Wen Zhengming's authentic work identification did not have a unified standard, the data It shows that there are still some rules that spread, which is not a secret in the appraisal circle. In addition, Lang Jianbai has consulted Lang Jianbai before about the characteristics and precautions of Wen Zhengming's paintings.
This painting can be said to take into account the current theories of Wen Zhengming's painting appraisal. In Wen Zhengming's old age, his painting style is restrained, unassuming, calm and natural, and more mellow and mature, just like Wen Zhengming himself at that time. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com