The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 512 Green Water

Ji Rouen urged in a low voice: "Yezi, tell me quickly, this is a good opportunity for you to show yourself."

Bo Lianye was very calm and did not intend to show off at all.

She comforted her softly, "Mother, don't be impatient."

Ji Rouen became hoarse.

"Although the painting is a lotus, the eyes are actually drawn on the woman on the boat. She is charming and shy, and she is purple and bright red. The lotus and the woman reflect each other. The deep meaning in the painting is lovesickness."

Everyone followed the prestige, and the woman's chin was lifted slightly, her bright face was shining like a pearl under the light, dazzling and dazzling.

In those beautiful big eyes, there is inherent pride, and there is also unknown ecstasy.

Everyone was shocked.

It was Qin Qiuxi.

Think about it carefully, and look at that painting again, it seems that this situation really exists.

Wen Ruo turned her head to look at Qin Qiuxi, and curled her lips: "If you don't love lovesickness in your life, it's only when you hurt lovesickness that you will love it..."

Everything you see is a reflection of your heart. It is said that people have thousands of thoughts, things have everything, and they only know themselves.

Cong Yan said in surprise: "It turns out that my sister still has such a side."

Xie Yun snorted and said, "My aunt also studied with Mrs. Bo for a few days when she was young, and it seems that the few ounces of ink in her stomach have not been forgotten."

The auctioneer said with a smile: "Linglong dice An Hongdou, loves to the bone to know, young lady is a kind person."

It was clear, however, that her understanding was not up to the mark.

Qin Qiuxi said lightly, "Go to fucking lovesickness."

There was an uproar in the hall.

Mao Nana rolled her eyes: "Playing tricks."

Ming Jing looked at the painting, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Zheng Qing noticed it and leaned closer to Ming Jing, "You know it?"

Ming Jing dipped his fingers in the tea and lightly wrote a word on the table.

While she was writing, a crisp voice sounded, "Hanqing is full of freshness and fragrance, and it is warm and cold, beautiful and beautiful. If it falls to the world without blooming, how can it be difficult to soak in the rain and body dew?"

Mao Nana looked at the girl beside her in surprise.

The auctioneer's eyes brightened slightly, and he looked at the beautiful girl sitting down with a smile.

"Miss Bo's heart is as pure as a lotus, and she is kind and virtuous. This poem of sympathy for the lotus is just right."

Wen Ruo raised her eyebrows and glanced at Bo Lianye, and said with a smile, "Mr. Bo, you have raised a good daughter."

Bo Yujian's face became even more proud, and his mouth was extremely humble: "I made the master laugh."

Even the unsmiling Qu Lanting couldn't help showing some approval in his eyes.

As Bo Lianye's last word fell to the ground, Ding Jing's last touch has also been completed.

Outlined by light clouds and ethereal whereabouts, it is a word of empathy.

Zheng Qing blinked and lamented: "What a loss, the market price of this painting is as low as 50 million, so it's cheap for that girl."

Ming Jing shook his head and smiled, the water marks evaporated, and soon the handwriting dissipated like smoke, as if it had never appeared before.

Bo Lianye stood up, met countless gazes, and said softly: "I'm not very talented, and I show off a little, making everyone laugh."

"Miss Bo's temperament is as beautiful as orchid, and her talent is more than celestial. Don't underestimate yourself." The auctioneer praised.

He took off the painting and handed it to Bo Lianye himself: "The BMW is equipped with a golden saddle, and the lotus picture is given to a beauty. In this world, only Miss Bo is worthy of this picture of love lotus. Don't let the pearl get dusty."

Bo Lianye took it with a solemn expression: "Lianye deserves it."

"I already know how big the universe is, and I still feel sorry for the green grass and trees. Miss Bo has a chest, so don't underestimate yourself."

In the past, those who won the top prizes at this kind of auctions were some respected old artists. Their artistic appreciation and perception created by life experience are much higher than ordinary people, which is understandable.

But this time, being picked up by a teenage girl has to be impressive.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion around, and when they found out that she was the granddaughter of Mrs. Bo, they sighed and said that the blue is better than the blue.

There are successors in the literary and art circles.

Bo Lianye didn't hesitate, and accepted it gracefully.

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, and thank your boss for me."

The auctioneer said: "Miss Bo, our auction house has a rule that if you want to take away a treasure, you have to keep a treasure. I wonder if Miss Bo is willing to give it to you?"

Bo Lianye had inquired about this auction house a long time ago, so she naturally understood this rule and was well prepared.

She smiled slightly: "I am still a student, and all I have are given to me by my family. It is not my intention to borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

The auctioneer understood, "I heard that Ms. Bo's calligraphy is outstanding, can you leave a pair of calligraphy on the spot, so that it will be handed down to future generations, how can you know that it is not a treasure handed down from generation to generation?"

This sentence has a great flattering meaning.

When the other party said this, Bo Lianye naturally couldn't refuse, besides, this was in her plan.

"That would be a shame."

Two staff members carried up a large desk, on which were placed the Four Treasures of the Study.

Bo Lianye is wearing a long lotus root pink dress today, an off-white suit jacket, and a belt of the same color that outlines a slender waist, gentle and elegant, while walking, the skirt is swaying, as if the lotus stamens are swaying in the breeze, romantic and elegant .

Facing countless double-sizing eyes, Bo Lianye took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage gracefully.

She raised her chin slightly, grasping the elegance and pride just right. She is a lady from a century-old scholarly family, with a poetic spirit in her belly.

For a moment, there was only that swaying figure in the eyes of everyone.

There was a hint of pride in Bo Yujian's eyes. Thinking of something, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at Qu Feitai who was sitting beside him.

The young man supported his head with one hand, and did not set his eyes on Bo Lianye like everyone else, but stared at the void in front of him, his eyes drifted away, and his soul wandered away.

Bo Yujian coughed lightly, what was going on in this kid's head?

Qu Feitai was forcefully dragged here by Qu Lanting. He has no interest in this kind of occasion, and he is not in the mood to listen to a group of humanistic Zou Zou pretending to praise each other. Every minute here is so difficult.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't notice what Bo Lianye said.

Bo Lianye stepped onto the stage, picked up the clean bowl with plain hands, poured clean water into the inkstone, picked up the ink stick that was placed aside, and swirled it gently in the inkstone.

The girl holds the ink stick vertically in her right hand, and gently supports the elbow of her right hand with her left hand. Her movements are always gentle and slow, which is pleasing to the eye.

This grinding is also very particular. If you want to grind the ink to a moderate thickness, you need to be careful, seriousness and patience are indispensable.

But looking at Bo Lianye's movements, one can tell that she is very good at studying ink, and it can be seen that what the auctioneer said just now that she is good at calligraphy is not a lie.

After grinding the ink, Bo Lianye picked up a wolf hair from the pen holder, dipped the nib in the ink, thought for a moment, then picked up the pen and dropped the ink.

The young girl with black hair and beautiful face, her breath is like a orchid, she holds a wolf hair in her hand, and she writes calmly. Everyone watching this scene can't help but admire in their hearts.

Not to mention how well the words are written, just this strength of character makes people heartbroken.

Zheng Qing ate too many cherries, her teeth were a little sore, she bared her teeth: "I really gave her the limelight."

Glancing at the indifferent young girl beside her, Zheng Qing said with a bit of annoyance, "It means you keep a low profile, or it will be her turn to show off?"

Ming Jing shook his head with a smile, looked at the young girl who was calmly writing on the high platform, and said flatly, "She has the fate of Buddha."

People's hearts are easy to get, but Buddha's mind is hard to get.

One thought leads to Buddha, one thought leads to demon.

Zheng Qing always found it difficult to listen to Ming Jing's words.

On the rice paper, the last stroke of the thin lotus leaf fell, and it was indeed her previous poem of pity for the lotus.

The auctioneer walked up to him, took a look, and was full of praise: "Bone strength without loss, posture without exaggeration, handwriting like flowing water, font is thin and powerful, like a swimming dragon, with iron hook and silver hook, quite warm and elegant ah."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Wen Ruo.

Bo Lianye put down the brush, looked at Wen Ruo, and said softly: "There is a rubbing copy of the manuscript for sacrificial offerings at home, and I have nothing to do to copy it, which made the master laugh."

Mrs. Bo came from the Murong family, and it is not uncommon for everyone to collect all the ancient and modern books, and the handed down copybooks are even more treasured.

The sacrificial manuscript is the highest level of the calligraphy master Yan Fu's works throughout the ages. It is one of the top ten famous posters handed down from ancient times. It is known as the best running script in the world. Longed for by the world.

The original works are collected in the National Museum, while the collection of the Bo family is a rubbing copy, whose value is immeasurable.

Qi Yun is the revivalist of Yanti. Later, Wen Ruo learned the authentic Yanti from Qi Yun, innovated and reformed it, created his own warm body, and established his position in one fell swoop. Later, many people admired warm body, The so-called strong character, freedom and fearlessness, this spirit inspires people in a certain era and becomes a symbol of spiritual belief of a generation.

Freedom is like the wind, elusive, so many people are unable to understand the true meaning of warm body, and those who have mastered it are rare so far.

A word of warmth is worth endless praise.

The auctioneer personally walked up to Wen Ruo with the rice paper and asked her to have a look.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ruo just glanced at it lightly and said, "It's not bad."

From her expression, she didn't see a trace of special meaning.

Even if you are careful, you can find a fleeting disappointment in Wen Ruo's eyes.

There is a worry in the heart, and he hesitates when I write the pen. One sentence is good, and I have expressed all my regrets.

Bo Lianye carefully observed Wen Ruo's expression, and at this moment, Wen Ruo looked up at her.

Those eyes were deep and dark, like a mysterious black hole, under which all calculations and thoughts could not be hidden.

Bo Lianye's heart trembled slightly, a graceful smile appeared on her face, and her nails dug deeply into her palms, reminding herself to stay rational.

A slight retreat is a failure.

The auctioneer was prepared for Wen Ruo's indifferent attitude, otherwise she would not be Master Wen.

"It's a great encouragement to Miss Bo to get a good word from the master."

Bo Lianye said kindly: "Thank you for your encouragement, Master. I will continue to work hard."

The auctioneer put away the calligraphy, and this pair of calligraphy will remain in the auction house from today onwards. This honor is a great addition to Bo Lianye's reputation.

From then on, everyone in the world knew that the Bo family had a daughter, Bo Lianye, who was astonishingly talented and as good as her grandmother.

The audience applauded thunderously, and Bo Lianye left the stage sadly.

Qu Lanting asked with a smile: "The girl of the Bo family is very talented, you lack a disciple who can inherit the mantle, what do you think of her?"

Bo Yujian stretched out his ears, if it wasn't for the wrong timing, he really wanted to give Qu Lanting a big hug.

Wen Ruo rubbed the center of his brows, and said lightly, "Calligraphy is pure and should not be contaminated with messy things."

The implication is that her heart is impure.

In the end, I still missed it.

Qu Lanting raised his eyebrows and smiled, and finally stopped talking.

Bo Yujian sighed, and in his position, it was inconvenient to say anything.

Obviously, Ye Zi's performance tonight was perfect, and she couldn't find a single mistake from the beginning to the end, but Wen Ruo didn't catch her eye.

Is his daughter mediocre or Wen Ruo's vision is too high?

The woman was friendly with the old lady, and Qu Lanting probably wanted to sell the old lady's face. Under the influence of a combination of factors, she should have agreed. Ye Zi's talent and status would not insult her reputation, even The icing on the cake.

But what did this woman say? Contaminated with mess? Pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

Bo Lianye sat on the seat, lowering her eyes lightly. Under the sleeves, her nails were deeply dug into her palms.

Stimulated by the pain, her brain was awake like never before.

Xie Yun sighed: "Master Wen has a high vision, and I don't know what kind of person can get into her eyes?"

Cong Yan has good eyesight. She took the opportunity to look at Bo Lianye's works just now. She also learned calligraphy since she was a child. She has not achieved much, and her taste is still a little bit.

This girl from the Bo family is very smart and talented at this age, but her biggest problem is impatience.

The so-called writing is like a person, which shows her talent and her aggressiveness.

I have to say that ginger is still old and spicy.

The second lot is from a famous ancient landscape painting, which was acquired by Liu Xiangyue.

Ji Rouen was surprised: "It turned out to be Professor Liu, a professor of mathematics, he actually knows literature."

Cong Yan smiled slightly. When he was a senior in college, he was the pillar of the literary club. In him, the sensibility and romance of liberal arts and the calmness and rationality of science were perfectly integrated, creating a new Liu Xiangyue.

Mysterious, melancholy, and lonely.

Zheng Qing secretly gave a thumbs up: "Professor Liu, you still have something to hide."

The auctioneer asked him to keep a treasure before giving it to him.

Liu Xiangyue took out an emerald bead the size of a goose egg, the whole body was clear and clear, and under the light, there was like a moonlight.

The auctioneer's voice was startled: "The Pearl in the South China Sea?"

It is rumored that there are two in the world, green mountains and green waters, this one looks like green water, and it should be priceless. Unexpectedly, Liu Xiangyue took it out just like that.

Zheng Qing froze for a moment, staring closely at the bead in Liu Xiangyue's palm, the green color was so beautiful, like a pure dreamland, it was easy to fall.

Ming Jing was also subconsciously stunned when she saw the bead, and she suddenly turned to look at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing scratched her head, turned her head to look at Ming Jing, as if seeing Ming Jing's doubts, she whispered, "Where's yours?"

Ming Jing shook his head: "You don't have to doubt it, it's green water."

Zheng Qing patted his head: "What's going on? Damn it."

The corners of Liu Xiangyue's lips twitched slightly: "Really? It sounds like it has a lot of background. A friend owed me something, so he used this thing to pay off the debt."

The auctioneer was shocked: "Did that friend of yours owe you his life?"

Zheng Qing was speechless. When did she owe someone something, and she still paid for it with green water? It was absolutely impossible.

It must have been stolen.