Galactic Garbage Station

For outsiders, there is nothing more intuitive about the value of a painting than the price, and 10 million is enough to explain everything. A lot of people look at this painting, not with admiration, but as if they're looking at a bunch of money, breathing fast, stupidly.

Wang Yanzhang opened his mouth and forgot to close it for a long time. My heart was shocked, not only because of the precious value of this painting, but also because it was sent out by Su Xiao. It's hard to believe that Su Xiao actually sent such a precious gift. Where did he get it? Even their entire Tang family would have had such a big pen.

“Mr. Sue, this painting is too expensive for me to accept.” Murong was careful.

“I think Mr. Murong fits very well with this painting, which is as far-reaching as it is with you.” Though I was surprised that the painting was so expensive, Su Xin said, it was not intended to change the idea of being a gift. This painting is one of several pieces found in reckless space-time garbage. Compared to the idea of a beautiful woman, this painting does not know how many grades. This painting is not good enough to call it the idea method. However, it is also presumed to have come from the hands of the monks and is still very deep and not comparable to ordinary painters.

When Su Xin said this, everyone around him and others exclaimed. At least a million gifts that didn't know the limit were delivered at will. This is called grand and gross. This is called a big pen.

“Mr. Su is flattered. I don't deserve this painting. I really can't take it. Why don't you take it back? When these three little mice have offspring, just give me a few.” Murong Qin laughed and excused himself. He was resolute. He refused to accept anything. It was not easy to make Su Qian ask for it anymore. He was helpless. How could it be so difficult to send a gift these days?

“Mr. Sue, I have a question. The two lines in the lower right corner were added later, right?” Xie Lao, a tall, thin old man, suddenly pointed to two lines of questions in the lower right corner of the mountain water painting, and said: "Praise the mountain of the guide, and pour the North Sea as a barrel.

“What, influenced the painting?” Su Jing did not answer the question.

“Generally, more or less subsequent words will affect the value of the painting, unless the subject is of exceptional identity or calligraphy. These words are really good and fit the mood, not only didn't give the painting a deduction, but also added points. I was just wondering, did you have it before you bought it, or who added it afterwards...” Xie Lao said this, suddenly stopped. He looked at Su Zheng for a while and said something for no reason. "Xiao Yu's name is Su? If you'll excuse me, you're Su Xiao. ”

“Exactly.” Su Jing was surprised that Xie Lao knew his name.

“So it's really you. No wonder these two sentences are on your mind, right? Teacher He Ruixiang has told me about you many times. I have also seen you write a pair. I have long admired your name and I have finally seen you today. Your calligraphy is obviously improving again. You can be a calligraphy master altogether. Teacher He Ruixiang will definitely be happy to see it.” Xie Laohaha laughed.

“Thank you very much.” Su Xiao suddenly realized that he had heard of himself from Teacher He.

Murongqin, Liu Hongqin and others, based on the conversation between Xie Lao and Su Zheng, understood what was going on. I was inevitably surprised. I didn't expect Su Zheng to be young. There was such calligraphy. In their eyes, I couldn't see that the two lines were actually added later. I thought that the original author's topic had gone up, and painted a complete grade with Shanshui.

“Did you bring other calligraphy to show me more, or show me live?” Xie Lao asked. Murong Qin and Liu Hong are also looking forward to it.

“I just brought it.” Su Xin said that he practiced words on waste paper from the immortal world every day. The brushstrokes he wrote have basically reached that kind of situation. These days he practiced sword-ish words from reckless discipline, and the calligraphy is more sophisticated. The question on the landscape painting is naturally intentionally controlled, without sword intent. However, this discounts the situation, which is simply worthless in contrast to words with swords.

Su Xin thought that the words in the handbook from the time of recklessness could naturally not be shown, which could scare people to death. Even the words with swords written by myself, no one can read them. For example, the bald middle-aged man in front of the house was scared to pee after reading them, but if the spirit is stronger and more enlightened, he may be able to bear it, once he can bear it, it will bring many benefits. In that case, the swordy words written by myself become inexhaustible.

“Show me.” Xie Lao said.

Su Zheng pulled a piece of paper out of his pants pocket, but he hesitated to take it in his hand. Xie Lao knew the calligraphy situation. It should belong to a type with a higher mental strength and enlightenment. But if he could not bear it, he would be ashamed of himself in front of everyone. Even if he showed it to him privately, he would lose his mind, I'm afraid he won't be able to forgive himself.

“Why, can't you show me?” Xie Lao smiled.

“If you don't show it to Old Xie, at least show it to me as Lord Birthday.” Murongqin laughed.

“It is an honor for you to appreciate the random writing, but I have been writing too sharp lately and can't even bear to see that my mind may be affected.” Su Xin said in a more euphemistic way.

“Oh, God affected? You're kidding me, right?” Xie Lao smiled, seeing how many books and drawings he had appreciated, and seeing that he knew he could not lose to anyone, he had never heard of calligraphy so powerful that his heart was affected. This is reality, not the phantom world.

“I'm not lying to you.” Su Jing did not hand out the paper in his hand.

“Pfft." At this moment, suddenly one hand reached over and grabbed the paper from Su Zheng's hand. It was Zhu Yi who squeezed it. In fact, if Su Xin is going to hide, of course he can hide. I'm afraid there's no one on Earth who can take things from him. However, when he saw Zhu Yi, he deliberately did not hide.

Zhu Yi shook a piece of paper that he grabbed in his hand and said: “Pretending to be a ghost, twisting and squeezing, or not being a man. It's just a few words. Can't you show them?” He was waiting to give a gift to Mr. Murong. He was impatient to see Su Xiao alone for such a long time, as if he were the protagonist. In particular, Su Zheng kept appearing in front of the Murong fairy. This made him even more unbearable when he wanted to find an opportunity to offer his hospitality to the Murong fairy.

In the talking room, he unfolded the paper on his hand and looked at the words on it. Su Zheng looked with interest and didn't stop it. He wanted to see if anyone could bear it. Since this guy took the initiative to become an experimental white mouse, let him be good. Su Zheng still hoped that he could succeed and start with a good start.