Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 1766 Appreciation of Paintings
Night Breeze has a hobby, and that is to be obsessed with calligraphy and painting.

Mo Aotian and his subordinates all know this.

On this day, Night Breeze went out as usual, and someone followed him, protecting him on the surface, but secretly watching Night Breeze to prevent him from running away.

Night Breeze went out and walked straight, took a few turns, and his destination was the lively Dongshi.

Those who have been following him also know that Dongshi calligraphy, painting and antiques are good, and there are many shops.

Night Breeze walked into a shop called "Huabaoxuan".

It not only sells some calligraphy and paintings, but also sells antiques.

According to the boss, these antiques all have their origins.

If you want to ask about its origin, the boss always lowers his voice and pretends to be mysterious: "It's buried deep in the ground."

If some laymen can't understand, the boss's voice will be lowered: "In the past, the cemeteries of high officials were all gifts from the emperor as funeral objects."

In other words, if this antique was placed hundreds of years ago, it was a royal gift!

Night Breeze is considered a regular customer of this store. The boss is a middle-aged man, neither fat nor thin, a little short, with black eyes, and he is very clever at first glance.

"Young Master Ye, it's been a long time since you came!"

Night Breeze was used to the boss's opening remarks, so he shook his head helplessly: "Boss, your memory is not very good. I only came here three days ago."

"I haven't seen you for three days? No wonder I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time! I haven't seen you for three days, like three autumns!"

"Huh?" Night Breeze was amused: "You are really funny."

"I'm not as interesting as the treasures in our store! Come, come, there is a new batch, check it out! I guarantee you will like it!"

The boss took out a box of calligraphy and painting, took out a roll and unfolded it, with an obsessive expression on his face: "I can't put it down myself. If it wasn't for supporting my family, I wouldn't be willing to sell it!"

Night Breeze looked at the unfolding painting, which was a landscape painting.

A piece of flat drawing paper is painted with atmosphere, as if there are layers of mountains in front of you.

It is not easy for ink painting to achieve such a three-dimensional effect.

Night Breeze looked intently at a pine and cypress. On the pine and cypress, there was a spot the size of a grain of rice. If you didn't look carefully, you would never have discovered that it was a small squirrel.

It can be seen that the painter not only has the atmosphere of painting mountains and rivers, but also has a childlike interest.

"Did you find it?" The boss asked with a smile when he saw him staring there, feeling as if he had found a bosom friend.

Night Breeze nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed across the air, but did not touch the painting rashly, "Little squirrel, it's really interesting."

"This painting is worth collecting! Let me tell you quietly, it was painted by Mr. Songbai. Although it is not signed, this squirrel is much more direct than that signed, which shows his identity. You know, Mr. Songbai's childhood His name is Squirrel, and only when he thinks he paints well will he put this mark on it."

Night Breeze frowned: "Then why didn't you sign the payment?"

"This is just a personal obsession." The boss said with a smile: "Mr. Songbai has always looked down on people who randomly stamp on paintings, and even thinks that a good painting makes people feel like they are there, and stamps should not appear. If they do, It ruins the mood.”

Night Breeze looked at the painting carefully. When the painting was displayed, his first impression was that it was very real, very three-dimensional, and he felt like he was in it.

He imagined in his mind, if a seal appeared on this painting.

Night Breeze shook his head and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Night Breeze sighed: "Indeed, if there is a seal inscription, it will destroy its three-dimensional sense."

(End of this chapter)