Soul Painter

Wang Banxian, formerly known as Wang Shiluo, is known as medicine, divination, astrology, and physiognomy, all of which are professional, and he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Among them, the Chinese painting skills are inherited from his great-great-great-great-grandfather Wang Ximeng.

How dare you make it up.

Gao Fan stared at Wang Shiluo's mouth that kept opening and closing, admiring in his heart.

Wang Ximeng is a legendary genius in the history of traditional Chinese painting. At the age of eighteen, he painted "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", one of the top ten famous paintings handed down from generation to generation.

After that, he disappeared, and his whereabouts are no longer heard in the history. It is said that he saw the corruption of the Song Dynasty government, internal and external troubles, and simply plunged into the world in the painting to enjoy himself.

"it is true."

Wang Shiluo said to Gao Fan in a dilapidated and small rental house.

The rental house is located in an urban village building far northeast of the West Lake in Hangzhou. There is barely room for a bed, a table, and two small benches in one room.

A 60-watt light bulb hangs down, and mosquitos buzz around. Comrade Wang Shiluo Wang Banxian wears a hurdle vest, shakes a cattail fan, and popularizes the second half of life of Wang Ximeng, a genius of Chinese painting in the Song Dynasty, with Gao Fan.

There was wine and peanuts on the table, Wang Shiluo and Gao Fan drank wine with peanuts, and after eating a few peanuts, they blew to nowhere.

"My great-grandfather, Meng Xi, created the 'Meng Zhen Zhen' school of painting, which was handed down from generation to generation. , can become real.

It's just that in the future, somehow, this skill is gone, which is really embarrassing, otherwise, if you draw a few boxes of gold and give it to the little friend, it will save the little friend from falling down to this point. "Wang Banxian said with a mouthful of wine and peanuts.

"Daxian, you are so downcast, you still think of me, it's interesting~" Gao Fan was excited by Wang Shiluo, and he also said:

"I'm studying oil painting. Some time ago, I met an oil painter who had lived for more than a hundred years. He was quite extraordinary. He spent his whole life painting in a bottomless abyss. His painting style was very powerful. However, compared to Your Ximeng great-grandfather still has a gap, he is really a genius!"

"Have vision! Have insight! Little brother, you will definitely be a master who can establish a sect in the future!"

"Of course! Brother Wang, you are also amazing! Your ancestors are so powerful, "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is the best in ancient and modern times, and you are not far behind!"

""A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", that is a treasure handed down in my family, but it is a pity that it is in the Forbidden City, otherwise I will show it for you to see! That one can't be sold for 100 million?"

"It's okay, I'll take you in a car tomorrow to get the paintings from the Forbidden City!"

Boom boom boom!

The two quarreled too much, the boards of the rental house were so thin, and a sharp female voice from the landlord next door yelled:

"Can't you sleep at night? Drink a few peanuts like this? Where did the 100 million come from? It's a dream! If you want money, you have to pay the rent first! Tell you, Wang Banxian, tomorrow morning I will stop at your door and ask for it!" Money, if you don’t give me money, crawl out from under my mother’s crotch!”

hush~

Wang Banxian immediately made a silent gesture, and whispered: "Tigress, don't mess with it."

Hey~ Gao Fan's face was flushed, he obviously drank a little too much, he counted the peanuts on the plate by a 60-watt lamp, one, two, three, four...he said, "There are still six~ "

But they didn't really ask you how many peanuts you have... God who was on the wine table next to him let out a 'meow' helplessly.

...

the next day.

It was bright daylight.

Gao Fan woke up from a splitting headache.

Thinking about the wine I drank last night, with the words 'Liuliangye' written on it, it must be true, if I didn't get poisoned, my life would be hard.

Meow~

God had woken up a long time ago. Seeing that Gao Fan had also woken up, he took his paws off the table. There was a large tea mug of water on it. Gao Fan was dying of thirst, so he took a few sips from the tea mug.

After drinking the iced cold tea, Gao Fan woke up quite a bit. Looking around, Wang Banxian was nowhere to be seen, but there was a note beside the big tea mug.

Take a look:

"My brother Gao Fan, I drank a lot last night. It was really the pleasure of my life, but the good night is short, and there is no banquet in the world. I have other important things for my brother. When I read the letter, my brother has already rushed to another country. The rivers and lakes are far away, and the mountains are high and the water is high. Chang, you and I will meet again in the future, don't worry about it.

In addition, there is a volume of "A Thousand Miles of Hunger and Death" written by a family ancestor, talking about paying for the house rent, please explain to the landlord and my brother, thank you. Wang Shiluo. "

Um……?

Gao Fan rubbed his forehead for a while before realizing that this Wang Banxian is gone?

As for the "Thousands of Hungry Pictures", "Talking about housing expenses", and "Explain to the landlord for a while"...

Gao Fan suddenly remembered that when he was drinking last night, that sharp voice said that today he blocked the door to collect rent, and crawled under his crotch without paying...?

Why?

Gao Fan was wondering if he had been tricked by a fairy dance, but it was unheard of to use an old man as a bait for a fairy dance.

Suddenly, bang bang bang!

There were three loud knocks on the door.

Gao Fan felt that the beams on the small rented house had been shaken to three layers of dust.

Opening the door, Gao Fan saw a heavy tank standing in front of him.

This rental door is not small, but it is firmly blocked by it. It is indeed blocking the door to ask for money, and there is nowhere to escape.

Meow~ God sighed and called out to Gao Fan.

...

Gao Fan paid half a year's rent for Wang Banxian, not much, 6,000 yuan.

He used up all of Gao Fan's savings.

Gao Fan was happy while transferring the money to the landlord. He was so happy that the landlord thought there was something wrong with his head, and he was so happy when he was cheated.

That's right, Gao Fan was really happy.

Wang Shiluo, Wang Banxian, this old man is simply a strange thing in the world. If you have no money to pay the rent, you can just run away, and you have to trick another victim to come back to replace him. What is the brain circuit of this virtuous brother?

The image of a character represented by such a brain circuit can be included in a painting. Gao Fan decided that next time he catches Wang Banxian, he must make him a model for six hours to compensate for the loss, and let Gao Fan paint this shameless image.

When Gao Fan returned to his SUV parked by the West Lake with the picture "Hungry for Thousands of Miles", which he bought for 6,000 yuan, he was pleasantly surprised again. The car was fined.

Sit in the car and unfold the "Hunger for Thousands of Miles".

Well, the drawing is poor.

In the legend of Wang Ximeng, "A Thousand Miles of Hunger and Death" is a companion chapter with "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

In the story, after Wang Ximeng was appreciated by Song Huizong with "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", he saw that the state government was corrupt and the people were in dire straits.

As a result, he was convicted instead and sent to prison. In the prison, Wang Ximeng jumped into the painting, wandered into a dream, and died away from this secular world.

Although Gao Fan didn't know Chinese painting, he could tell that the painting was messy.

Obviously a fake, imitation.

That's right, if there were real works by Wang Ximeng, why would Wang Banxian fall into the rivers and lakes, cheating people for a living.

Gao Fan threw the painting on the back seat, feeling that he was still hungover, so he thought about making a bowl of goat milk powder for God first, and then catching up on sleep in the back seat of the car.

Waiting for all the work to be completed, I looked at God in the back seat, only to find that God was pinching the painting with his claws, and the picture that was smashed by God seemed to be a surface layer, and there was another layer inside.

Huh?

Update ~ leave a foreshadowing for later use ~