Crazy dad is back

When Han Xiao's words fell, he stopped talking, holding a pen in his right hand, drawing frantically on the white paper as fast as lightning.

After a while, I saw that under the control of Han Xiao, the lifelike characters and cars and cattle on the paper were presented in the eyes of the public.

Under the shaping of Han Xiao, these characters seem to come to life, and a strong atmosphere of the Northern Song Dynasty is coming.

Watching Han Xiao waving a black brush, as if the characters on the paper were wandering, everyone's ears seemed to be wafting sounds.

"Sugar gourd, sell sugar gourd, two cents a string, five cents three strings

!" "Sell steamed buns, freshly baked meat buns, guest officer, you go slowly!" "

You lazy donkey, don't hurry up and hurry up! Boom, drive!" At

this moment, in Han Xiao's brush and ink paintings, a powerful artistic conception struck, and everyone seemed to have witnessed the prosperous scene in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Mmmm-staring

at the white paper, Han Xiao swiped his pen suddenly, and completed the last character.

"That's it!" Han Xiao said with burning eyes.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the originally clear sky, followed by a muffled thunder explosion, and a torrential rain instantly fell on the earth.

Seeing such a scene, Xu Qingqiu, a generation of painting masters, took a look, he trembled with excitement and said with a shocked face: "Artistic conception, that's right, this is definitely the power of artistic conception, according to ancient records, there were powerful people in ancient times, who could write storms and rains, and poems became ghosts and gods!" "

I never thought that I, Xu Qingqiu, would be able to see the grand occasion of

the pen falling into a storm!" "The pen fell into a storm?" When everyone heard this, they were all shocked by their faces.

Xu Zhibo looked at the outside of the Jiangnan Library, only to see lightning and thunder outside, and under the torrential rain.

Stunned, Xu Zhibo was really stunned.

At the moment when Han Xiao started writing, he realized that Han Xiao's attainments were by no means simple, but he didn't expect Han Xiao's painting attainments to be superb, and the pen could be shocking.

In the shock, the people on the scene looked at Han Xiao again, and they opened their mouths one by one, as if looking at a monster.

Su Weiguo's face turned red with excitement: "Wonderful, wonderful!" Su

Weiguo really pinched a cold sweat for Han Xiao just now, and now Han Xiao has created this kind of epic masterpiece with a wave of his hand, not to mention how excited Su Weiguo is.

"Now, how does this painting compare to Xu Zhibo's painting?" asked Han Xiao as he glanced at the crowd without anger.

Hearing Han Xiao's words, everyone locked their eyes on the paper again in a frightened gaze.

I saw that all the characters in Han Xiao's "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" are vivid and vivid, just one glance can bring visual shock to people, engraved in the depths of the soul and unforgettable.

"Oh my God!"

carefully looked at Han Xiao's Qingming Riverside map, and everyone was amazed, but the rest could only be amazed.

At this moment, there is no need to compare, make a judgment!

Xu Zhibo's eyes widened, although he had always been arrogant, he had to admit that Han Xiao's painting attainments far surpassed him by ten times.

No, a hundredfold, a thousandfold, beyond his reach.

Xu Zhibo had seen the original Qingming Riverside Picture in the National Library before, but at this moment, Xu Zhibo only felt that Han Xiao's Qingming Riverside Picture was better than blue, and even more exquisite and perfect than the original Qingming Riverside Picture.

A generation of grandmaster Xu Qingqiu was shocked again and again: "Epic masterpiece, textbook-level model, convinced, the old man is really impressed!" Seeing

Grandmaster Xu Qingqiu, everyone opened their mouths wide in shock, and their faces could no longer be calm.

"It's too strong, this guy's attainments are really too strong, I'm afraid Grandmaster Xu is ashamed of himself in front of

this kid, right?" "Yes, I originally thought that this kid was just a bronze, who would have thought that this kid would be a king!"

Awesome, it's really amazing, in my opinion, this Qingming Shanghe map is not simple, not worse than the original, little brother, in this way, I will pay five million to buy, no, ten million, as long as you nod, I will buy this Qingming Shanghe map at a price of 10 million!

""One... 10 million price acquisition?" Hearing this number, everyone's faces stiffened.

You must know that in China, they have never heard of such a young genius master in the calligraphy and painting world.

The reason why many paintings can be sold for a sky-high price is because the painter is famous in this circle.

is like a generation of grandmaster Xu Qingqiu, the cheapest of his paintings start at one million, and the most expensive painting has been speculated to tens of millions of dollars.

The reason why ancient paintings are valuable is not only because the ancient paintings themselves are exquisite, but also because the ancient paintings have witnessed history, belong to antiques, and have profound collection value.

Normally, the price of the top painting master in China is about 10 million, and I never expected that there would be a wealthy businessman on the scene who offered a sky-high price for Han Xiao's Qingming Shanghe picture.

"10 million? I'll give 15 million, I want this Qingming Shanghe map!" In

the midst of everyone's astonishment, another rich businessman spoke, and he looked determined to win.

"Twenty million, I'll give twenty million, I'll see which of you still fights with me!" Seeing

that many wealthy businessmen at the scene spoke one after another, Han Xiao smiled: "I'm sorry everyone, I don't plan to sell this Qingming Shanghe picture for the time being!"

That's a pity!"

Hearing that Han Xiao didn't plan to sell, several wealthy businessmen all showed a look of disappointment on their faces.

"Han Xiao, this price is indeed sky-high in China!" Su Weiguo hurriedly said.

Han Xiao smiled and said: "Dad, haven't you always liked to collect antiques? I gave you this picture of the Qingming River, although it is not an antique, but I feel that this is more meaningful than ordinary antiques!"

"Ah, gave it to me?" Su Weiguo was taken aback.

Han Xiao nodded and said, "Yes, Dad, I've sent

you!" "Great, if you give it to me, it will be great!" Su Weiguo was ecstatic.

For a moment, Su Weiguo looked at Han Xiao differently, he really didn't expect that his son-in-law not only had an extraordinary belly, but also gave himself such a valuable gift.

The Qingming Riverside Map worth tens of millions, Han Xiao gave it to herself without even blinking an eye, not to mention how shocking Su Wei's heart was.

Thinking of his harsh words to Han Xiao before, Su Weiguo said with a ashamed face: "Han Xiao, as a father-in-law

, what I did before was wrong, here, I solemnly apologize to you!" "Dad, it's all a family, it's too much to say this! By the way, Dad, what did you say before? I have a bad memory, I have forgotten it all!" Han Xiao grinned.

Forgot it all?

Su Weiguo felt a touch of emotion in his heart, he knew that Han Xiao said this on purpose, the purpose was to give him enough face.

For a while, Su Weiguo looked at Han Xiao with more and more satisfied eyes, as if he was looking at his own son.

Quietly, Han Xiao and Su Weiguo, the son-in-law and father-in-law, completely released their previous suspicions.

Gifting the Qingming Riverside Picture to Su Weiguo, Han Xiao looked at the generation of Grandmaster Xu Qingqiu, whose shocked look had not faded on his face: "You just said that you can't comment on your great-grandson Xu Zhibo's paintings if you don't have enough strength, what should you do now?

"Old man, old man..."Xu Qingqiu's face was red for a while.

Glancing at Han Xiao, Xu Qingqiu's face was solemn, and he seemed to have made a major decision in his heart.

The

next moment, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, Xu Qingqiu suddenly knelt on the ground on his knees.

He looked at Han Xiao with a fanatical look in his eyes and said: "Senior Han's painting attainments are at the peak, Qingqiu is far beyond reach, but I yearn for it, here, I also implore Senior Han to accept the little old man as an apprentice regardless of his previous suspicions!"