Galactic Garbage Station

For the layman, there is nothing more intuitive than the price to reflect the value of a painting, and ten million is enough to explain everything. Many people look at this painting, it is not holding the attitude of appreciation, but as if looking at a lot of banknotes, shortness of breath, ready to move.

Wang Hao Zhang Dazuo, for a long time forgot to close. The heart is shocked, not only because of the expensiveness of this painting, but also because this painting was sent by Su Shi. It is hard to believe that Su Shi actually sent such a valuable gift. Where did he get it? Even if they are in the entire Tang family, it is difficult to have such a big handwriting.

"Mr. Su, this painting is too expensive, I can't accept it." Murong Qin was careful.

"I think Mr. Murong is very good with this painting, and it is as high-minded. This painting is perfect for you." Su Shi said, although he was surprised, this painting is so expensive, but it is not intended to change. The idea of ​​a gift. This painting is one of the few pieces picked up in the garbage of the time and space. Compared with the beauty view of the beautiful woman, this painting is not knowing how many grades. This painting is not enough to call it an idea. The law. However, it is estimated that it is also from the hands of monks, and the artistic conception is still very high, which is not comparable to the average painter.

Listening to Su Shi said that the people around him are sighing, and at least 10 million people who don’t know the upper limit are sent by hand. This is called the rich and the rich, which is called a big hand.

"Mr. Su praised, I can't match the artistic conception of this painting. I really can't accept it. You still have to take it back. When these three little mice have descendants, remember to send me a few." Murong Qin smiled and resigned, and his attitude was firm. He said that he would not accept anything, and that Su Shi was not good enough. He was very helpless. How to send a gift in this year is so difficult.

"Mr. Su, I have a question. The two lines in the lower right corner are added later?" Gao thin old man Xie Lao suddenly pointed to the two lines of the lower right corner of the landscape painting. The above is written: Guide Mountain Fortunately, the North Sea thought it was awkward.

"How. Influenced this painting?" Su Shi did not answer.

“In general, later inscriptions will affect the value of the painting more or less, unless the identity of the inscription or the calligraphy is extraordinary. These words are really good, and they are in line with the mood. Not only did not give the painting a reduction, but also Extra points. I just have some doubts, you have it before you buy it, or who added it later..." Xie Lao said this, suddenly stopped. After watching Su Shi for a while, I didn’t have a reason to say, "Small friend surnamed Su? Looks like a question, you are called Su Shi."

"Yes." Su Shi was surprised that the Xie Lao actually knew his name.

"It turns out that it is really you, no wonder it is no wonder, these two sentences are your questions? He Ruixiang has mentioned you to me many times. I have also seen the couplet you wrote. I have been famous for a long time. I have finally seen it today. Your calligraphy is obviously It has been refined. It is a master of calligraphy. He will be happy when he sees it." Xie Lao haha ​​smiled.

"Thank you for the old prize." Su Shiran realized that he had heard of himself from Teacher He.

Mu Rongqin, Liu Hong and others, according to the conversation between Xie Lao and Su Shi, I understand that it’s a matter of what happened, and my heart is inevitably surprised. I didn’t expect Su Shi’s young age to have such calligraphy and rumors, with their eyes, I can't see at all that the two lines of words are added later. I also thought that the original author's title went to a grade with landscape painting.

“Do you bring other calligraphy creations, let me know more, or show it on the spot?” Xie Lao asked. Mu Rongqin and Liu Hong are also looking forward to it.

"I just brought it," Su Shi said. Every day, he practiced the words on the waste paper from the world of eternal life. The brushwork words he wrote have basically reached the artistic conception. In the past few days, he has practiced swords and characters from the wilderness, and the calligraphy has a more profound artistic conception. The sentences on the landscape paintings are naturally intentional and do not contain the meaning of the sword. but. This makes the artistic conception discount, compared to the words containing the sword meaning, there is no value at all.

Su Shi thought that the words on the handwritten books from the time and space of the wilderness could not be seen, which might scare people. Even if it is written by himself, it is not anyone who can read it. For example, the middle-aged head of the last door of the house, after seeing it, scared the urine collapse, but if it is a person with a strong spirit and a higher level of understanding, perhaps Being able to withstand it, once you can afford it, there are many benefits to seeing. In that case, the words written by myself that contain the meaning of the sword will become infinitely useful.

"Let me out and see." Xie Lao said.

Su Shi took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, but he took it in his hand. He hesitated again. Xie Lao was deeply impressed by the artistic conception of calligraphy. It should belong to the type with higher mental strength and higher comprehension, but it could not bear it. Wouldn't it make him lose face in front of everyone, even if he was shown to him privately, let him lose his way, I am afraid I can't spare myself.

"How, reluctant to show me?" Xie Lao laughed.

"Don't show it to Lao Xie, at least for me as a birthday star." Mu Rongqin laughed.

"It is my privilege to use the handwritten words to make you appreciate, but the words I have written recently are too fierce. I may not be able to bear the impact of my mind." Su Shi said in a more euphemistic way.

"Oh, my heart is affected? Do you joke with my old man?" Xie Lao laughed, how many paintings and calligraphy he had appreciated, and he saw that he did not lose to anyone, and he had never heard of calligraphy being so fierce that people were affected. of. This is reality, not a fantasy world.

"I didn't lie to you." Su Shi did not hand the paper out of her hand.

"啪" was at this time, suddenly one hand reached over and snatched the paper from Su Shi’s hand, which was the one that was squeezed. In fact, if Su Shi wants to hide, of course he can hide. People who can grab things from his hands on the earth may not exist. However, seeing this Zhu Yizhi, he deliberately did not hide.

Zhu Yizhi shook the paper in his hand and said: "It’s not a man to pretend to be a ghost, twisting and pinching. Isn’t it just a few words, can’t you be embarrassed?” He still waiting to give Mr. Murong a gift, see Su Shi has been dragging on for so long, as if he is the protagonist, he is really impatient. In particular, Su Shi did not stop in front of Murong Xianer, which made him want to find opportunities to pay attention to Murong Xianer, and he couldn't stand it any more.

When he spoke, he unfolded the paper on his hand and looked at the words above. Su Shi looked at it with interest and didn't stop it. I wanted to try if anyone could afford it. Since this guy took the initiative to experiment with the mouse, let him be a good person. Su Shi would like him to succeed. , open a good head. (To be continued.)