The stolen magic is a bit magical

Chapter 92: Appreciating Paintings and Talking about Life

"The second reason is of course money. As the saying goes, a man is a hero and money is courage!" Lin Xiaosu said, "If my family and yours become relatives, the average assets of our two families will be as high as 50 billion. Think about it, how many people in Daxia can reach this amount? For a family with this amount, which descendant would not hold his head high when he goes out?"

Ding Ruoshui gently pressed her forehead and groaned, "You understand 'average'!"

The maid behind was stunned.

Madam, you are so accurate in your view of things. This son-in-law is so shameless. Oh, no, he really has a strong psychological quality...

In the hall, the elevator made a slight sound and a middle-aged man walked out.

This man was about 40 or 50 years old, with some gray hair, wearing glasses and a gentle manner.

Lin Xiaosu and Ding Ruoshui stood up at the same time and went forward to greet him.

"Dad, he's Xiao Su."

"Hello, uncle!" Lin Xiaosu smiled slightly and shook hands with the legendary figure.

Ding Lizhong looked at him and nodded slightly: "Come, sit over there."

"Dad, why don't we sit in the study?" Ding Ruoshui said, "He likes calligraphy and painting very much."

"Oh? Not many young people like calligraphy and painting!" Ding Lizhong said, "I happen to have collected a painting by Han Shuchun. Do you know Han Shuchun?"

Ding Ruoshui's heart skipped a beat.

It seems like there is a lack of tacit understanding between me and my dad.

Can't you really understand what I meant when I asked him to go into the study?
The study is the only place in the entire villa where you can have a safe conversation.

You actually asked Han Shuchun directly?
Han Shuchun was an ancient figure who lived four hundred years ago. He was not particularly famous in the painting world, and if you are not in this field, you may not even know him.

If you just give him a casual test and he makes a fool of himself, what reason does he have to go into the study to discuss serious matters?
Lin Xiaosu opened his mouth and asked: "I wonder if uncle collects his early works or his later works?"

“Early!”

"The early works are good!" Lin Xiaosu said, "Han Shuchun is different from other people in the painting world. Most people's late works are the culmination of their lifelong skills, and the later the better. But he is just the opposite. His early works are very strong. In his middle life, he fell into a dilemma and realized the great truth of life that the strong are easily broken. His painting style suddenly changed. Although his later works seem more mature, they have lost his unique characteristics and are just like everyone else. This is probably the real reason why he is unknown in the painting world."

Ding Ruoshui's eyes widened...

Have you ever done your homework?
Otherwise, how would you know so much about Han Shuchun?
Ding Lizhong's eyes lit up: "Let's go! Let's go to the study and take a look..."

Collecting is his hobby.

If you want to see his collection, you need qualifications. Only those who truly understand can appreciate it.

The door of the study on the second floor opened silently.

The most perfect study room features appeared in front of Lin Xiaosu.

There are two rows of bookshelves, all made of ebony.

There are both hardcover books and thread-bound books on the shelves. The thread-bound books are extraordinary. Even a page of a thread-bound book from a certain dynasty can be exchanged for an entire car.

There are at least twenty or thirty thread-bound books on his shelf.

If these thread-bound books were not intentionally made to look antique, these dozens of books alone would be priceless.

There are more than a dozen scrolls in the ebony tube.

Ding Lizhong took out a painting and unfolded it. The most eye-catching thing in the painting was a spear!
The blood-stained spear, the tip of which was broken into two pieces, revealed the outlines of the stones on the ground.

The sky is grey.

The ground is black.

A general’s face was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and the only half of a horse’s hoof drawn was also incomplete.

Judging from the painting alone, it does not have much aesthetic appeal and even gives people an extremely depressing feeling.

"Do you know which battle this painting depicts?" Ding Lizhong asked again.

Ding Ruoshui frowned.

Painting is her profession.

She knew Han Shuchun and also knew about the painting "Broken Spear", but if she was asked which battle the painting depicted, she couldn't answer. Many cultural celebrities had visited her father's study, and even masters who were proficient in painting might not be able to answer this question.

If he can still answer this, then it would be really weird.

Lin Xiaosu said: "Han Shuchun's painting style has another characteristic, that is, the brush and ink are extremely exaggerated, but the details are real everywhere. At this time, the general is wearing autumn clothes, but there is snow on the ground, and there are snow-capped mountains in the distance. It is not winter, but there are winter scenery. It can only be the northern border in autumn. Among the seven battles that touched him the most in his life, only one battle fits the time and place of this painting, that is... the Battle of Xiaojinchuan!"

Ding Lizhong was really surprised: "Professor Chen Lin of the Academy of Fine Arts has also seen this painting. He judged that it must be one of the two: Xiaojinchuan and Yongmenguan! Why did you rule out Yongmenguan? Yongmenguan was the battle he personally participated in and the one that touched him the most in his life, because his brother died in Yongmenguan."

"Yongmen Pass does fit all the scenes of this battlefield, but Han Shuchun once wrote in a letter to his family: Yongmen Pass is where my brother died. It was the time when our family fortune declined. Therefore, I tried to paint for thousands of times but never dared to put pen to paper. He himself said that he dared not put pen to paper for Yongmen Pass. He had never painted Yongmen Pass, so how could there be this "Broken Spear Picture"?"

Ding Ruoshui frowned: "Family letter? Where did you see this letter?"

"In the library where we met, there is a book called 'Celebrities of All Ages', which contains a record."

Ding Lizhong laughed: "If Professor Chen Lin were here today, maybe he would toast you. He spent a whole week studying this painting of mine. Unfortunately, he has never read the "Celebrity Directory of All Ages", so even he can't make a final conclusion... Come, let's take a look at the others."

Lin Xiaosu also looked at the rest of the paintings. Each one was a treasure and he could tell the details of each one.

After viewing a tube of paintings, Ding Lizhong regarded him as a close friend.

Ding Ruoshui, who was standing next to him, had no idea what he was feeling.

Is this the detective?
Are you so knowledgeable and have such a good memory?

Why are you so good at painting?

Could it be that his past self aroused his interest in painting? After looking at the painting, Lin Xiaosu's eyes were attracted by a stone behind the desk...

This stone has a very strange shape, like an old man looking up at the sky.

On the base, three words: The Thinker.

Lin Xiaosu walked around the stone with a slightly abnormal expression.

Ding Lizhong asked: "You also study jadeite?"

Yes, this strange stone not only has a weird shape, it is also a piece of raw jadeite.

Lin Xiaosu nodded gently: "I understand a little bit."

"Then can you tell where this material comes from?"

"Junjiang old material is also very special. The finer the skin of other mining sites, the better, but the skin of Junjiang old material must be this kind of sandstone, coarse, black and deep, with black rice paste, which means that it is fully internalized."

Ding Lizhong's eyes flickered: "Besides this, what else did you see?"

"The Thinker, what a good name."

Ding Lizhong frowned: "He is clearly looking up at the sky. Is it really okay to name him The Thinker?"

Lin Xiaosu said: "Thinking with your head down is thinking, but why is it not thinking when you look up? Comparatively speaking, I personally prefer to think with my head up."

"why?"

"Because only when people raise their heads can they realize how insignificant they are in front of the limitless universe. Only then can they truly follow the guidance of the stars on the other side and move forward step by step."

Ding Lizhong exhaled softly: "I chose this name! This is also my original intention when I wrote these three words!"

For people who do genetic technology research, every step is actually a step that no one has taken before, and every step is full of unknowns. Only by keeping the mentality of "the world is infinite, and I am just an ant" can we remind ourselves to act cautiously and avoid falling into the abyss...

Be alert!

This is the real reason why this strange stone is placed in the study.

Ding Ruoshui's heart beat slightly...

Of course, she had also seen this strange stone...

She also asked her father, did you write it wrong?

Dad didn't answer.

Today, she got her answer!
The answer from my fake boyfriend.

With just this answer, he had already passed the test of his father.

This boyfriend is really good at getting through the test!
I admire you!

Lin Xiaosu smiled gently: "Uncle, how about sitting on the roof?"

"The rooftop? Why?"

"Because it's on the roof, uncle, you can look up at the sky."

Ding Lizhong smiled: "What about you?"

"I can take in the beautiful view of South Lake. By the way, the best viewing platform here should be on the roof."

"Let's move the battlefield and go to the roof!" Ding Lizhong was in higher spirits than ever before today.

This is probably why he likes his son-in-law more and more.

On the rooftop is a tea room.

The hard door has a railing and a glass top.

Exotic flowers and plants are dotted around, but they are just common varieties, not genetic products.

Ding Ruoshui personally picked up the kettle and poured tea for the two of them.

She seemed to have really gotten into the role and really regarded Lin Xiaosu as her boyfriend.

Lin Xiaosu glanced around and praised the villa's observation deck.

In the distance are tall buildings, showing the prosperity of the metropolis, and in front is a lake of clear water, exquisite and flawless.

The wind blows, bringing with it the scent of a busy city or the scent of the lake. Standing in this piece of land, one can truly find peace and quiet in the midst of bustle.

"What are you feeling?" Ding Lizhong smiled slightly.

Lin Xiaosu smiled gently: "Uncle, I have heard Ruoshui talk about you many times. I thought you were just an old scholar who focused on studying technology. I didn't expect that you have a sense of life and even like to play with calligraphy and painting and jade."

"You finally made a mistake!" Ding Lizhong smiled gently: "I don't like calligraphy and painting, or jade. Calligraphy and painting are just a way for me to feel the breath of history, and jade is just a warning to me. As a researcher, I stand in the bustling city and look at the blue ocean, and observe the way forward and look at the stars."

"Standing in the bustling city and looking at the blue sea, observing the road ahead and looking at the starry sky, it's very well said! Always be alert to yourself, even jade is used to be a warning." Lin Xiaosu said: "...Uncle, where did you get this jade?"

Ding Ruoshui frowned slightly...

She felt that her boyfriend was beginning to show his shortcomings.

It would be great if you and my dad could move forward towards this lofty topic, why do you always talk about jadeite?

Although jade is very valuable among the people, do you know that it is really not presentable in front of people with billions of assets?

(End of this chapter)