Yes, Wang Ding also thought of it. In fact, Wang Ding had long wanted to carve a jade piece for his father and sister. Nan Dai Guanyin's woman was wearing a Buddha, so she would carve a Guanyin for her father and a Buddha for her sister.
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"By the way, Wang Ding, you, the King of Han, I have written the donation instructions in your name. Do you want to take a look? If there is no problem, I will send him to the director of the Gancheng Museum.
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When Fang Heqing heard Wang Ding talk about the museum, he remembered Wang Ding donating the golden seal of the King of the Han Dynasty.
"No, Wang Ding, you just said that you want to open your own private museum, so you want to collect and accumulate cultural relics. Then don't you don't donate?"
To be honest, Wang Ding had never thought about opening a private museum before he was preparing to donate the golden seal of the Han Japanese slave king. So in order to understand this history, he resolutely wanted to donate this thing. But now he wanted to open a private
The museum is in a very different mood.
But despite this, Wang Ding felt that the golden seal should be handed over to the country and the government, because the representative of this golden seal is the high-level political exchanges between China and Japan. It is placed in its own museum without that kind of political interests.
It came profoundly.
"I have to donate, no problem. Mr. Fang, please send my donation instructions to the director of the Gancheng Museum."
Wang Ding's words were very firm, which made Mr. Fang like Wang Ding even more. He thought that if his daughter had not been married, he would have to betrothed to him.
"Wang Ding, then I'll send it over. There is another thing I want to tell you too."
"What's the matter? Mr. Fang, please tell me."
"You should know that Mr. Fang is a master of Xin'an School of Painting. Mr. Xu mentioned this to you. What do you think of my painting skills?"
Fang Heqing's meaningful sentence, Wang Ding got a little hint. But Wang Ding still dared not guess randomly and said honestly, "Old Fang's painting skills are definitely the best in China. As a master of the Xin'an School of Painting, your paintings are strong.
There is no lack of soothing, and there is no lack of masculinity in flexibility. It should be considered a high-level painting that emphasizes both freehand painting and emotion."
"Haha. You guy is quite sweet-mouthed. Do you remember that I said that if you intend to learn painting from me, I can teach you?"
"I remember, of course."
Wang Ding agreed.
"Old man Fang is here today and I will say solemnly to you, I have decided to accept you as an apprentice. After you and Mr. Zhuang come back from Xinjiang, you will officially enter my door. My old man will do my whole life.
All the learnings are taught to you, whether it is landscape painting, figure painting, still life painting, or dynamic painting. All Fang Lao has to give it to you without reservation."
"Really, thank you very much, Mr. Zhuang."
Wang Ding really felt that happiness came too surging. Under the premise of vested superpowers, his painting skills were already good, which was the ability to basically make perfect modifications based on the original work, and if he could still get Fang Heqing and Mr. Fang
The true teachings of his paintings are probably more than all the heroes in the painting world today. Of course, his shortcomings in Western realistic painting still need to be compensated, but in China, he must be second to none.
"Old Fang, no, master, apprentice, I will study hard and carry forward your style and style."
If it weren't for the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association and Zhuang Lao Zai, Wang Ding would have kowtowed on the spot, but he also knew that the scene was not suitable, so Wang Ding didn't do that.
"Haha, try to carry forward Chinese painting skills and don't embarrass the master."
Old Fang laughed, and Fang Heqing also looked relieved to receive an apprentice like Wang Ding.
Seeing that it was getting late, the two elders should go home to rest. Wang Ding suggested, "Mr. Zhuang, Master, it's time to order for dinner now. Why don't I invite you two to have dinner?"
"Forget it, but you can accompany your master to eat one, and he's fine at home alone."
Mr. Zhuang wanted to go home to accompany his wife, and he would not eat outside at night, so he could not move.
Fang Heqing also shook his hand, "I won't go to dinner with you anymore. Old man Xu asked me to go to his place to drink, I've agreed. If it weren't for the two of us whispering, we could bring you with us. But you
I guess I can't go, because you haven't helped Old Man Xu find the Aihen Lake he wants. If you can't find it, you will drive you out with his personality."
Speaking of Aihen Lake again, Wang Ding was really worried again. In fact, Wang Ding had inquired about this silk splashing work by Master Zhang Daqian, but Beijing Jiade Auction Company did not provide any powerful clues at all.
Ding’s friends are also ordinary college graduates. It is basically a fantasy to get bigger information.
Wang Ding was already planning to go to Beijing to take a look at the Jiade Auction Company. As long as he found the man surnamed Qi who bought Aihenhu at the auction at a sky-high price, Wang Ding would definitely know the whereabouts of the painting.
Wanda Mingdu
Wang Ding's family
Deng Rushan has already met Wang Jianyi. Deng Rushan is quite satisfied with Wang Jianyi for this meeting. What attracted Deng Rushan was not the high-end and elegant house that Wang Ding’s house was decorated, nor was it the precious collection of his house, but it was just
Uncle Wang Jianyi's simplicity and kindness.
In Wang Jianyi's eyes, Deng Rushan vaguely felt the shadow of his father. Although Deng Rushan lacked fatherly love, during the conversation with Wang Jianyi, Deng Rushan felt the warm power of this man, just like his father.
In addition, although Wang Lingling is a cute sister, although she is a few years younger than her, she does not have any big generation gap with her. She is also very friendly to communicate with her. Wang Lingling's chatty and support for her father to find a wife make Deng Rushan even more
I feel no worries.
However, the only uncertain factor is Deng Rushan talking about Wang Jianyi's son.
During today's meeting, Deng Rushan did not see Wang Jianyi's son. Although she heard what her elder sister said was that Wang Jianyi's son had no objection, she was still wary of not seeing herself.
"Or, wait a little longer, I guess his son is coming back soon."
The eldest sister pulled Deng Rushan's arm because the girl said that if Wang Jianyi's son had no objection, he could arrange for his mother to meet Uncle Wang. How could the eldest sister miss such a good marriage?
"Sister, it's okay. I haven't seen him today. I will tell my mother. Uncle Wang Jianyi is really good. I think my mother will like it. In short, the two of them were together in the end. I believe you
He said that his son has no objection.”
"Well, that's right. It's really a blessing for your mother to have a daughter like you. Okay, go back and tell your mother, your mother will see you, and there's basically no problem here."
The eldest sister smiled and said, "If your mother agrees to meet, the marriage will be half successful."
"Well, thank you sister." Deng Rushan naturally wanted her mother to be happy. She has pulled herself up by herself for so many years. Deng Rushan can understand the hardships that are the best.
Most mothers and strong women have their personalities because of the fact that she has lived alone over the years. Deng Rushan knows that deep down in her heart, Deng Shuping is a little woman, she is very soft and needs the company of a powerful man.
Deng Rushan came out of Wang Ding's house, Wang Jianyi and Wang Lingling sent Deng Rushan downstairs. Originally, Wang Jianyi planned to drive Deng Rushan home, but thought that if he was so active, people would think that he was pretending, and Wang Jianyi would simply
Didn't say that.
Wang Jianyi is most afraid that others will misunderstand him, and his kindness is also based on the degree of stopping. If he is too kind and makes people feel illusioned, it will become stupid.
When Deng Rushan came out of the community, she was meeting Wang Ding. This was the one that Deng Rushan saw first, so the latter had no time to dodge.
Although Deng Rushan didn't want to speak, because her mother always emphasized to herself that she should talk more and express more, Deng Rushan shouted shyly, "Dr. Wang."
"Deng Rushan..."
Wang Ding's voice was obviously panicked. He thought he had come back too late and Deng Rushan should have left, but it was really weird to bump into the community entrance.
"you…"
"What's wrong with me?"
Deng Rushan looked at Wang Ding innocently, feeling that Wang Dong's expression was weird, as if he was blaming himself for doing something wrong.
"You're not that bad, I mean, why are you here?"
"Oh, I have a friend here, I'm looking at my friend." Deng Rushan specified that she didn't want Wang Ding to know about her family affairs, but she didn't know that Wang Ding actually knew it.
"Look at my friend, I...I'll go home, then you..."
"I'll go home, too."
I always feel strange because Deng Rushan saw Wang Ding last time, his decisiveness and capable temperament were completely different from Wang Ding now. I realized that he might have made a mistake, or that Wang Ding was abnormal.
Deng Rushan was about to trot away, but when she was nervous, she suddenly lost her sense of proportion. Deng Rushan mixed it on a stone, and suddenly, her body tilted and lost its center of gravity and fell down.
"careful…"
Wang Ding was very close to Deng Rushan, just over one meter away. Seeing Deng Rushan fall down, Wang Ding stretched out his hand and hugged Deng Rushan's small waist.
The left hand was not firmly grasped, and Wang Ding subconsciously snatched his right hand. With this snatch, Wang Ding pressed Deng Rushan's butt hard, and his fingers were stuck in it, soft and soft. He also bounced back at Wang Ding, just called Wang
Ding felt that his fingertips conveyed an unknown pleasure.
Wang Ding touched his butt, and he hugged his little waist. Deng Rushan's face turned red suddenly. She looked at Wang Ding, and Wang Ding's angle was even better. Deng Rushan looked at Deng Rushan with eyes facing each other, extremely embarrassed. Wang Ding
Just as he watched the blush on Deng Rushan's face pull back to his ears, he was a little confused for a moment.
"Dr. Wang, you... let go of me." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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