Mrs. Chen pulled down her face and did not want to greet the Huo family at once.
I feel a little more pain in Gu Shi's heart.
“Master Huang, Master Ji, you are here, come and help me judge these new works. ”
Lady Chan's attention was immediately on the others.
Different ways, no conspiracy.
Tiger poison does not eat, the Huo family is so desperate, you can see the character and attitude of this to other things.
Mother Huo and Grandmother Huo's face became stiff.
This sudden change in attitude was also apparently felt, and there was some inability to come down to the stage at short notice, even unclear.
However, the two ink masters greeted by Lady Chen have approached.
They also have a bad face and can only listen to their conversation beside them.
“Lady Chan, your eyes are getting really poisonous. Where did you find this leak? ”
Huang Chuan is also nearly sixty people, his hair is completely white, no longer dyed black, wearing a medium mountain suit, but walking at a steady pace, his voice is also like Hong Zhong, his body is very hard.
“The pen next door, I and the old season have been stopped by it for half an hour. It's amazing. ”
He said that the seasonal painter next to him was also a nod.
He's older, almost seventy years old.
Even more emotional, “the painter's pencil is delicate, lamenting as if he were crying, sleeves fluttering, skirt laying, soft and just,... take a closer look and suck people into the painting, even I felt a little sad. ”
“The script of the topic, in smaller words, seems to be constant, as if it is constantly sad. ”
“The writing is all in one piece, the scene is all mixed up, so smart. ”
“I'm not as good as him. ”
Seasonal evening said, looking solemnly at Lady Chen, “Lady, please help me to introduce these amazing masters. I thought my character painting had been pure green, but today, there are mountains outside the mountains. ”
This is what Master Huang meant. He said, “These talents don't know if Lady Chen knows his other characters? ”
The ink touches, obviously a vest.
Old guys like them, never heard of them.
Once Mrs. Chan listened, she was happy with her brows.
She knew she had good admiration skills!
Her selfishness this time is to name her mentor.
Without knowing the age of Master Gu, they thought she was at least fifty or sixty years old and wore a vest.
But the fact is, Master Gu is really young, not famous enough in the circle.
“I don't know that. ”
Mrs. Chan kept her mouth shut.
The mystery of the author is, of course, a way to raise his price.
Huang Chuan and Ji Yun listened, both of them couldn't help but show their regrets and sigh.
“Is there a contact for this Ink Touch? ”
Mrs. Chan squinted.
Seasonal Yun has stood up, “Next month there is a national painting exchange exhibition in the city. If ink touches time, we would like to come, we solemnly invite him to participate. ”
He talked to Huang Chuan, who is Zheng and Vice President.
Mrs. Chan did not promise or refuse.
“Contact information, I also have only one microsignal, without her phone. ”
Both of them couldn't help but be more sorry.
“Then why don't you add her microsignal? ”
Master Gu's ink is very micro-signalling, sending only brief descriptions and photographs of some works.
None of the others.
She can come up with her own ideas if she wants to.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Huang Chuan and Seasonally immediately took out his presbyopia glasses and did not hesitate to pick up his phone.
Although they are older, they also know how to use their phones.
It is possible that the National Painting Association has been organizing exchanges and is quite familiar with WeChat credit.
“You send us your card. ”
“Well, just old Huang, old Huang you dragged me into the crowd. Let's talk to him. ”
Mrs. Chan sent them off very sneaky.
Turning around, he gave a profound look at the Huo family beside him.
“Master Huang, Master Ji, are you looking at the value of these paintings? ”
Some people don't appreciate it.
Turn the baby out of the door and push your loved ones far away. One day you'll regret it!
Huang Chuan and Seasonal are happily browsing the circle of 'Ink Touch' friends.
Because this microsignal is an exhibition painting and sales channel of Gu Master, there is no friend verification at all.
They add it up.
They looked at the two pictures, they looked at the price, and they were stunned.
Such excellent work, the selling price is 30,000... 30,000...
They're both sighing!
Why didn't they meet earlier? Why didn't they buy it earlier than Lady Chan!
Where's the leak? It's the leak!
They glanced at Lady Chen and thought that the old lady could not thrive without saying so.
“Lady Chen, you're welcome. We're about the same age. Just call me Old Huang. ”
“This painting… let me put it this way, it's worth far more than the sale price. ”
“Over time, this man's work could be the next pet of the auction! ”
Huang Chuan is very certain of his judgment.
Even the consistently conservative season is agreeable, "The size of a single piece, the techniques used, the intentions differ, the value varies. But just next door, I personally would bid 10 million, if Lady Chen wanted to cut the love. ”
Lady Chan shouted, “That's not possible. I rarely have a few babies, not for sale. ”
Reject directly.
But instead of being unhappy, her face was filled with joy.
She was well received today by the two presidents and vice presidents of the Painting Association, who rarely had personal relationships with their millionaire circle.
One wants her to cut her love, one is close enough to change her name, but this has never happened before!
Lady Chan was proud of herself.
And Mother Huo and Grandmother Huo's face showed a slight curiosity.
They also know that artists' tempers, the older they get, stink, are not rich enough to get their friendship, and for a moment they are not surprised.
Ink paintings on the market can reach tens of millions of levels, almost ten fingers can count the number of painters.
After listening for a while, they couldn't help but move in the direction that both of you so much appreciated.
“Is this the one? ”
Grandma Huo said so.
The voice just dropped, holding her mother next to her was a physical shock.
If she saw the Four Sons of Horseshoots just now, thinking of her oldest son, she had just immersed herself in child-rearing memories, almost lost consciousness.
The painting in front of her, at first glance, settled her soul!
Truly, as the two of you have just said, sadness, sorrow, sadness, sorrow, despair, helplessness… emerged from this painting like a tidal wave and came to her face!
When she heard her mother-in-law ask, Huo opened her mouth so hard that she couldn't make a sound anymore.
I just felt a little cold on her face. She touched it with her hands and she felt the wet and cold tears!
Painful, coming out of the chest with bones and muscles strangled for a while!
Huo Chuchu was also ashamed of his mother, which is somewhat irrational.
But I didn't expect the turning mother to be so sad that she couldn't help herself, even when her legs fell softly before the painting.
She instantly looked up.
I saw the painting on the wall, and my heart was pounding.
It's a copy of "The Great Wall of Tears for Meng Jiang Girls"!
Meng Jiang's legend is almost familiar.
Since ancient times, there have been many versions of folk.
Most commonly, Meng Kang's husband was conscripted and never returned. After thousands of miles of chasing her husband, Meng Jiang heard that he was tired but did not know where the body was buried. He cried day and night on the Great Wall, eventually collapsing the Great Wall and breaking the wall for 800 miles, revealing the husband buried inside.
And this painting, this version of the story.
Meng Jiang fell at the foot of the Great Wall, crying out of color, Autumn Wind Sadness, sea water shaking...
Meng Jiang's whole character's lines are soft and delicate, her face is painful, her expression is truly sad and her emotions are difficult.
And the Great Wall in the background, the inky pen, the wind, the depression, the water, the grief and the sight of Shawther!
Man has a sorrowful union, and the moon has a gloomy circle.
This is a very difficult matter!
The whole painting is rich in ink, dry ink into trees, dark inked clouds, and lightly outlines the characters, highlighting the intense to indelible sadness.
Forgiveness is a single, loveless Ho Chu Chu, looking at his heart tight.
Not to mention Huo's mother, who died accidentally in her husband's early years, was a young widower, raising children alone, caring for her mother-in-law and even supporting the entire Huo family's estate.
In the early years, first the husband accidentally died, then the grandfather also died, leaving behind a bunch of mess, the company's business stalled, competitors like wolves like tigers, and the mother-in-law couldn't stand the serial blow to fall ill in bed, at that time, it really should not be called every day, the ground is not functional!
Cry.
It's useless to tell yourself not to cry, but tears just can't stop!
Mother Huo remembered that she cried for a whole month!
By the time it was quiet every night, she closed the door, lay alone in bed, covered with a quilt and began to shed tears!
Out of control, tears flow down!
And in the daytime, she can't do anything like Meng Jiang Girl, just shed tears... she still cares about the children, learn how to manage the company, attend various shareholders' meetings... more suffering and tiredness, can only swallow blood into her stomach!
She can't even remember how she lived through the darkness!
Mother Huo looked at the painting of Meng Jiang, and her eyes were blurred.
I can no longer see what sleeves, what patterns, what Great Wall collapse... I just feel this ink line, a pencil, is so intense and sad that it can't be dissolved.
She feels it!
I can't stop crying!
Meng Jiang's husband died of cruelty, oppression, or just accidents... who knows?
But believe me, she hates her heart just like she hates herself.
It was so crumbling, so helpless, so desperate... and the more hurt, the more sad it was, the more it needed a place to get rid of it!
Every night, she almost thinks...
How could Huo Qidong, who had always loved his eldest son for spring trips, have driven a fast car and died on a high altitude?
And if Huo Qidong doesn't die, how can the grandfather ruin his body day and night and follow his death?
This idea is like a spell, the more you want to get into it!
She doesn't want to see her eldest son!
When you see him, you can't help but think that he caused all her suffering!
She hurts so much!
Every time I see him, I cut him again in her heart! Forced her to recall the pain she had not seen in the hospital even the last time her husband had seen her, the loneliness, the fear of grief every night!
Mother Huo felt that the painting in front of her was like a scar in the deepest part of her heart.
Meng Jiang can only cry sadly. What difference does it make from her blaming her for the outburst of her eldest son?
But she can't.
Really... I can't!
Mother Huo couldn't help it anymore, tears kept flowing!
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