My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 1363 Watching the Art Exhibition
Wu Daozi has a unique personality and is the patriarch of Chinese landscape painting.

It is also because of his existence that the vassal status of landscape only as the background of figure paintings has ended. It can be said that he is amazingly talented and outstanding.

The figures in his paintings have floating folds and strong lines, which are known as water shield strips, which have the effect of flying clothes and full walls, and are known as "Wu belts are in the wind".

Such a person who is obsessed with painting and sees through the world, why doesn't he want to be the leader of calligraphy and painting in the government?

Ye Fan couldn't figure it out.

As for Meng Lu's claim that he is a coward, there is a high probability that it is false.

Wu Daozi's ideological realm should be higher and deeper.

"Can you do anything?"

Meng Lu stared at him with big watery eyes, looking very innocent and pitiful.

Ye Fan quickly avoided his sight.

As her realm advanced, Meng Lu's image became more and more humane.

The skin is also a little more sensual.

Coupled with the fact that she was a beautiful woman, Ye Fan wanted to refuse to provoke her from the bottom of his heart, and resolutely refused to play the plot of the relationship between humans and ghosts.

"Although I don't know why he refused, I can give you some advice."

"really?"

"Of course, how is Wu Daozi living in the underworld?"

Meng Lu curled her lips: "It's definitely not good. He is such a stupid person, and he has no relatives or relatives. No one burns money for him. The poor are only left in rags."

"That's right!"

Ye Fan's eyes lit up. Wu Daozi's artistic creation style is wild and heroic, so he has the habit of "good wine makes you angry, and every time you want to spend a penny, you must drink to your heart's content".

When asking for help, you must hit the nail on the head.

And wine is his key.

"I'll burn a few bottles of good wine for you in a while, and you bring him to drink, and tell him that as long as he agrees to be the leader, he will drink for him in the future."

Meng Lu suddenly jumped up in surprise and slapped her thigh.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of it, I heard before that he was going to paint for other little devils in exchange for drinking."

"But the ghosts in the underworld don't know how to paint. They don't even bird him. I think he must have a soft spot for wine."

"Hee hee, thank you, I can finally complete the task on time."

Ye Fan shook his head: "Wine is just a stepping stone, you have to think about how to lobby."

"Don't worry, this little thing won't bother me."

Then, Ye Fan burned all the remaining paper wine to her.

"It's up to you next time."

"Yeah, yes, I have a gift for you."

"what?"

This is a square booklet, no matter what it looks like, it is several hundred pages thick.

Moreover, the pages inside are of different sizes and are very irregular.

"You'll know when you open it."

Ye Fan opened it with a smile, but immediately, his smile froze.

"This... is actually the authentic work of Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy? Zhang Xu's? Yan Zhenqing's? Zhang Zhi's, Huang Tingjian's as well."

He swallowed.

This booklet almost covers the authentic works of the most famous calligraphers in China for thousands of years.

Just take out a piece that can be worth hundreds of millions.

He actually has several hundred?
Ye Fan couldn't believe it.

In other words, this booklet is worth trillions.

"How did you get it?"

Meng Lu expressed no pressure: "They are all members of the Painting and Calligraphy Organization. It is not difficult to ask them to write something. If you like it, I will get you hundreds of copies."

Ye Fan quickly shook his head.

"The reason why these authentic works are treasures is because of their scarcity. If there are really hundreds of copies, they will be worthless."

"The key is that their handwriting is a part of cultural history. The cultural value far exceeds the economic value. I'd better keep it and appreciate it slowly."

"Then it's up to you, I'll go first, goodbye!"

Send Meng Lu away.

Ye Fan was about to go back to school when he received a call from Liu Ruyan.

"I want to participate in an art exhibition in a while, can you go with me?"

"Painting exhibition? With my calligraphy and painting master here, do you still need to see other people's paintings?" Ye Fan teased.

"No, it's actually to fulfill a childhood dream. When I was learning calligraphy and painting, I wanted to buy a painting by Master Lu Yanru. I never had the chance. Now that I heard that he is going to hold an exhibition, I want to go and see it."

"where?"

"The capital!"

An hour later, the two got into Ye Fan's car.

"Please, you asked me to see the art exhibition, and you want me to drive you? Is there any humanity?"

Liu Ruyan smiled: "Hehe, I know you treat me the best, and you won't be angry with me."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm not very popular."

"It's true."

"Don't you think you're a little too much?"

"not at all!"

……

The two came to the capital after making a lot of noise, and it was already evening.

The art exhibition is in full swing.

This place is called Lanhuaxuan, and it is the most famous exhibition room in the capital.

Except for masters of calligraphy and painting like Lu Yanru, there are very few people who are worthy of holding a painting exhibition here.

Go to the door.

Liu Ruyan was a little excited.

"Ye Fan, I will be able to meet my childhood idol soon, so happy."

Ye Fan curled his lips: "In the future, your idol should be me."

Liu Ruyan curled her lips: "Che, I admit that your paintings are very good, but they never appeared in my childhood. Can you understand me in that mood?"

"It's like I couldn't eat ice cream when I was a child, and I bought it like crazy when I grew up, but I didn't eat much."

"What I bought was not ice cream, but a nostalgia and memory."

"Okay, I understand you, let's go in."

Lanhuaxuan's reputation is indeed not fake.

Once you enter it.

Ye Fan felt the breath of a tall mountain, which was a smell of culture.

Coupled with the surrounding well-located landscape, those paintings are fully integrated, giving people a feeling of wandering in the scrolls.

Ye Fan scanned around.

"so many people?"

"What do you think? Lu Yanru is really a master with countless fans. He is known as the sage of contemporary painting, and he is even called Xiao Wu Daozi. Each painting is worth tens of millions, and there is no market for it."

Little Wu Daozi?

You can pull it down.

Ye Fan just saw that there are many authentic works of Wu Daozi in the album, which is called a bold and unrestrained, well-proportioned, and even he is full of admiration.

Who is Lu Yanru comparable to?
It's just an insult to people.

And I am used to seeing the authentic works of so many celebrities and masters through the ages.

Looking at the work in front of me is really a bit spicy.

It's like a child's graffiti and a master's painting, they are completely different.

There is no harm without comparison.

"He is so powerful, can you buy the work?"

He hurriedly changed the subject, for fear that he would shatter Liu Ruyan's fantasy by saying a few ugly words.

"It should be fine, I brought a lot of money today."

"Okay, if you can buy it with money, I can help you get it at any time."

Ye Fan's worst thing is money.

He can still help with this.

"Just waiting for your words."

Immediately, the two began to admire each other.

From time to time, Liu Ruyan also commented on the painting.

There is no gorgeous rhetoric, nor blind praise, which is very pertinent.

"Ye Fan, why haven't you spoken all this time?"

"I can't tell."

"why?"

Ye Fan smiled and said nothing.

These paintings are really bad in his eyes.

Can't even pass the grade.

What else?
Say what?

belittling?
"Oh, just comment, you are so professional, maybe you can give me some inspiration."

Liu Ruyan used the coquettish method, forcefully pried open Ye Fan's mouth.

"Then let me be honest, don't be angry."

"I didn't draw it, why am I angry?"

however.

Ye Fan hasn't spoken yet.

There was an unpleasant voice from the side.

"Do you really think you are a master? How dare you look down on Master Lu Yanru's paintings, and you deserve it?"

Ye Fan looked back.

Although this person did not speak to him, his words were clearly aimed at him.

"Are you talking to me again?"

The man ignored Ye Fan and continued on his own.

"I just convinced the young people nowadays, they don't know what's good or bad, they don't know what to say, they don't know what to do, they don't know what to do, they're disgusting when they're obviously a masterpiece, and they've always acted like they're better than it."

"Is it grandstanding? Or is it trying to attract the attention of beautiful women? I don't understand."

Say it.

He went with his hands.

Ye Fan glanced at his entry pass, his name was Xiang Zhong.

It seems that this is a person who hates evil like a hatred.

Liu Ruyan didn't expect to arouse the disgust of others, so she whispered: "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't force you."

Ye Fan smiled reassuringly: "It's okay, maybe he didn't mention me, let's keep our voice down."

"Ok."

The two walked around.

Ye Fan expressed his own point of view in each picture.

Liu Ruyan, who was listening, nodded frequently, and even in the end, her vision was sublimated.

Just for a moment, I felt that the painting in front of me was nothing special.

It's a very strange feeling.

It's like playing a game that has been upgraded.

There is no experience in fighting monsters at level ten and then level one.

"Do you still want to buy paintings?"

"Buy it."

Liu Ruyan said lightly: "I told you, the purpose of buying paintings is to satisfy your wishes."

"It's really rich, what's the difference between 1000 million and wasting money."

"Hee hee, I dare not say I have money in front of you."

At this moment.

Suddenly there was a commotion around.

"Master Lu is out."

Everyone's eyes shifted, only to see an old man with white hair and fine clothes walking out slowly.

He was supported by a man around 30 years old, and he became the focus of the audience as soon as he appeared.

"Lu Yanru, the sage of contemporary painting, really deserves his reputation."

"Master Lu, hello!"

"Master Lu, I have always loved your paintings for ten minutes. I wonder if I can..."

"Master Lu, your paintings are simply amazing, the pen is like a snake, it's really wonderful..."

Everyone immediately stepped forward and surrounded Lu Yanru.

He didn't speak, but kept smiling at everyone.

And the man beside him raised his arms.

"Everyone be quiet, let my father say a few words."

This person is Lu Yanru's son - Lu Yuancheng.

Everyone quickly shut their mouths tightly, waiting for Master Lu to speak...

(End of this chapter)