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After leaving Hua¡¯s hometown, Meng Zitao first sent Xiang Weijiang back, and then went to the police station to ask Hua Xinwei where he had sold the jade.
Hua Xinwei told Meng Zitao that he gave the jade to the drug dealer to pay off his debt, but he didn't know where it was now.
In this case, Meng Zitao can only continue to wait. The only thing he was worried about was that the group of soul-seeking guards would get there first, but even if this happened, it was not something he could decide.
Early the next morning, Meng Zitao disappeared and the drug dealer was found. However, he sold the jade to others, and it changed hands several times. It is still unknown whose hands it is now.
Meng Zitao put away his phone and smiled, this can be considered a good thing.
After that, he said goodbye to He Wanyi, took Lu Hongzhen's imitation painting, and got into the car.
Today he is going to the Shanghai market to bring this painting to the master's friends to comment on it, in order to prepare for Lu Hongzhen's reputation.
Nothing happened all the way. After more than two hours of driving, the car stopped at the entrance of a community. Meng Zitao got out of the car and discussed with the security guard, explained the reason and registered, and drove the car into the community.
A few minutes later, Meng Zitao met the master's friend Ji Lao. He is a master of traditional Chinese painting and a famous expert in calligraphy and painting appraisal. He has high prestige in the industry.
It¡¯s just that Ji Lao is not in good health and can only travel in a wheelchair now. He basically does not participate in various activities and has disappeared from the public¡¯s sight.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Seeing you makes me more confident in the development of our country's art world." Mr. Ji looked at Meng Zitao and praised him generously.
Meng Zitao said modestly: "You are so grateful. I still have a lot to learn."
Ji Lao laughed and said, "Young man, being too modest is pride."
Meng Zitao smiled, but his eyes noticed that the young woman pushing Mr. Ji's wheelchair showed a look of disdain, which made him feel a little strange.
The woman¡¯s name is Ji Lan, and she is Mr. Ji¡¯s granddaughter. However, Ji Lan¡¯s father is a married woman, so she takes her mother¡¯s surname.
Meng Zitao noticed just now that Ji Lan's attitude toward him seemed unfriendly, and he thought it was his illusion. But now it seems that it is not an illusion at all. But it was just the first time they met and she didn¡¯t offend her, so why should he have any objections to himself?
After that, Ji Lao was pushed by Ji Lan and led Meng Zitao to his study.
After chatting for a few words, Meng Zitao took out Lu Hongzhen's imitation paintings and unfolded them on the desk.
When Ji Lao saw the painting, his expression changed and he took out a magnifying glass to observe carefully.
This is a painting of a lady. The woman's eyes are full of confusion, and her endless longing for her sweetheart is fully revealed. The swifts flying in pairs and the falling flowers on the ground further reflect the loneliness and desolation of the character. Feelings.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Ji looked away from the scroll. He smiled and said to Meng Zitao, "Tell me about the author."
Meng Zitao first briefly explained Lu Hongzhen¡¯s situation and his thoughts: ¡°What do you think of his works?¡±
"Strictly speaking, his level can be considered above average."
Ji Lao pointed at the scroll and commented: "As for this painting, I have also seen the original. It uses light ink to exaggerate the hazy atmosphere, and uses the environment to set off the melancholy of the characters. Your friend's copy is quite accurate. But because I paid too much attention to the meaning that the original work wanted to express, this painting seems a little more ingenious. If I were to create it, the character's figure could be thinner, as Liu Yong wrote in his poem, "The loss of Yi makes people haggard." '."
Meng Zitao nodded and said, "You are always right."
Ji Lao said with a smile: "Of course, although his works have some shortcomings, I have to say that his basic skills are relatively strong, and he is also very spiritual. If he can only make a living by imitating paintings, it will not only be a loss to the art world, but also a loss to the art world. It¡¯s still a joke. Well, whenever is convenient, you ask him to come to my place and I¡¯ll have a chat with him.¡±
"Sorry to bother you." Meng Zitao quickly expressed his gratitude. With Ji Lao's words, his purpose of visiting Ji Lao was finally achieved.
Ji Lan said: "Brother Meng, I heard that you are a contemporary grass saint. Can you show your calligraphy here?"
Meng Zitao agreed happily. Not to mention anything else, Ji Lao had done him a favor and it was appropriate to write him a piece of calligraphy.
However, although Ji Lan smiled when he spoke, he always felt that there was malice hidden in it.
In fact, Ji Lan¡¯s idea is simple. She doesn¡¯t believe how high Meng Zitao¡¯s calligraphy level is.?Reputation is all created by speculation. Even if grandpa praised it, it was just a matter of face.
¡°Besides, if she guesses correctly, she will definitely humiliate Meng Zitao. If she guesses wrong, it doesn¡¯t matter. At least grandpa has one more piece in his collection and she has nothing to lose.
Meng Zitao didn¡¯t know the little Jiujiu in Ji Lan¡¯s heart. He picked up the pen and ink prepared by Ji Lao and prepared to write the poem "Reward Lotte and Ode to the Elder's Instructions" by Liu Yuxi, a litterateur of the Tang Dynasty.
What this poem expresses is that although some people have disadvantages such as thinness, thinning hair, weakened vision, and multiple illnesses in old age, they also have advantages such as rich experience, knowing how to cherish time, and being self-motivated.
Especially the last sentence, "Don't forget the mulberry trees at night, the sky will be full of clouds", which is deeply appreciated by people and has become a famous saying that has been praised throughout the ages.
Mr. Ji also liked this poem quite a lot, and now it was performed by Meng Zitao, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and he cheered repeatedly.
"Xiao Meng, your calligraphy is bold and bold, and it flows straight down, making the mountains shake and the valleys ring. It's better to hear it than to see it!"
Hearing her grandfather's praise, Ji Lan was also very surprised. She didn't expect Meng Zitao's calligraphy to be so amazing. It didn't look like the work of someone in his twenties.
This made her wonder in her heart, did Meng Zitao start practicing calligraphy from his stomach?
In a piece of calligraphy, Ji Lan's attitude toward Meng Zitao changed. However, when she thought of something, those changes disappeared again.
Meng Zitao had lunch at Ji Lao's place, and then said goodbye and left. Ji Lao sent Ji Lan to give Meng Zitao a ride.
"Jilan, is there any misunderstanding between us?" Meng Zitao asked.
"Why do you say that?"
"Don't blame me if I made a mistake. I think you are hostile to me."
"To tell you the truth, I really don't like you. If it weren't for you, my good friend wouldn't be looked down upon by others."
Meng Zitao was very surprised: "Who is your friend?"
"Her name is Yuan Minhui."
"I don't know her."
"You should know her brother, his name is Yuan Jingde."
Meng Zitao was a little speechless and said: "I do know Yuan Jingde, but he has a problem with his character. He is in jail for his own fault. Don't you know about Yuan Jingde?" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com