Zhao Xianzhong was surrounded by enemies, and for a while he had a posture like "Zhuge Liang's tongue fighting with the Confucian scholars".
I saw him waving his sleeves, then standing proudly, glancing at the 'Yan Chixia' picture, and then started to pretend...no, he started to perform.
"This painting has an alternative style. Although it is surprising at first glance, if you look closely, you will see that the artist did not paint carefully. Almost all his techniques are large strokes and lines.
All the way to the end, it only slows down a little when the face is wide and the eyebrows are wide, but the brushwork is still slack. At the corners of the lips, eyeballs, etc., you can see that the lines are angled, just like the clothes are untied.
This kind of painting is fine if you are a novice, but judging from the painter's entire technique, it shows that he is capable of painting well, but he just doesn't paint with care..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Xianzhong's attitude became more and more arrogant, and then he looked around at the crowd and said: "If a painter doesn't pay attention to his painting, then no matter how good the painting is, it cannot be regarded as a masterpiece. That's why I said, this painting is nothing special!"
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"Huh?!"
The former's comments made Su Ping'an look at him with admiration.
This painting was made by him, so he naturally has more say in the shortcomings of the painting.
Although Zhao Xianzhong is not a very lovable person, he still has some good eyesight.
"This guy is not exactly the 'strongest king'. He has pretty good eyesight. That's right. If he really has no ability, then his cultivation level will not be at the level of a scribe!"
Su Pingan smiled and shook his head.
I feel that I was a little preconceived before.
After hearing what Zhao Xianzhong said, the people around him had different opinions. Some people said: "What do you know? Maybe this is a style of the painter. Imperfection is perfection. How can a person like you understand?"
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"That's right, even the owner of the museum and Miss Bai recognized the painting, how can you make such nonsense!"
Everyone has a firm attitude towards painting.
In particular, the owner of the restaurant, Mr. Qingfeng, and Miss Bai, they said, seemed to be very famous among them, so much so that they believed in their comments.
Zhao Xianzhong disdained to argue with these people anymore, then turned his head and looked at Su Ping'an instead, with a smile on his face and said: "It's rare to find someone in this gallery who dares to tell the truth like me.
Zhao Xianzhong, I don’t know your name, would you like to get to know him..."
"My name is……"
Su Ping'an thought this guy was also interesting. Just when he was about to tell his name, someone around him shouted loudly: "Come and look, someone has made the 'Hanjiang Picture' at the door to fit it."
The poem is done!”
"What?!"
"Really or not, let me see..." In an instant, a group of people moved in the wind, and in an instant they crowded in front of the screen at the door.
Even Zhao Xianzhong looked startled, and then said in a panic: "Brother, wait a moment, let me see if the poem really fits the meaning of the painting. I will come and get acquainted with you again, wait for me..."
After saying that, this guy had already run away a long way.
Su Pingan was stunned for a long time, then smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that the painting has an extraordinary background, otherwise it would not make them so excited!"
"We'd better leave quickly, otherwise if someone starts to hold us accountable later, we'll be in trouble if we want to leave!"
Liu Qingxi thought about her first day in Daming Mansion, but she didn't want to cause any more trouble, and she had stayed outside long enough, so it was time to go back, otherwise Uncle Fu and the others might be worried.
Su Pingan nodded, and while everyone was still watching the reply on the screen, they left quietly.
And at the door.
A group of people have already seen the bottom reply on the long page.
The song "Snow on the River" amazed everyone present.
"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and human traces have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone catches the snow in the cold river! What a wonderful song "Snow in the River", it's really amazing!"
"It fits this painting so well, it's as if the painting was painted by me!"
"Look, who is the genius who made this? We can inform Miss Bai. Didn't Miss Bai say before that if anyone can compose a poem for this painting, then she will give this painting to that person?!
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"Huh? The signature is 'Susheng Xiaomeng'? Who is this guy?"
"The name sounds strange to me. I've never heard of it. Do you know it?!"
"have no idea……"
After that, a trend started in Shanhe Painting Gallery.
Everyone is guessing who this 'Susheng Xiaomeng' is.
Some people say that if the person who wrote the poem can feel the artistic conception in the painting and write such a suitable poem, then this person must be very old and should be an old man.
Some people also say that this should be done by a master of calligraphy, otherwise he would not have such talent.
Anyway, everyone was talking about it.
In less than a stick of incense, this "little dream of rebirth" has already begun to spread in the circle of the art gallery.
Of course, these have nothing to do with Su Pingan for the time being.
After leaving the art gallery, the excitement I felt when I first entered Daming Mansion has slowly faded away.
Liu Qingxi took the lead, and the group finally returned to the place where they settled.
I saw that the place where she lived before was not big. It had a courtyard at the entrance, a main room, and wing rooms on both sides. It could barely fit in the crowded place.
If you want to settle properly, you still need to wait for the location of the restaurant to be selected. Once the restaurant reopens, everything will be fine. In the evening, everyone is tired after traveling for such a long time. Uncle Fu, Xiao Fuzi, Huan'er
They went to rest very early after eating.
But Liu Qingxi was thinking about the reopening of the restaurant, so she was still writing and drawing in her room very late at night.
After Su Ping'an got up to drink water, he saw that the lights on Liu Qingxi's house were still on, so he walked over.
Liu Qingxi didn't close the window. Standing in the corridor, you could see her at the table calculating the expenses for this time and the silver she needed to open a shop.
Daming Mansion is expensive. If you want to open a restaurant here, not only will the land price be expensive, but the competition will also be fierce. She needs to consider these things in advance.
After seeing this, Su Ping'an shook his head and said, "It's getting late, you should go to bed early."
Liu Qingxi raised her head and glanced at Su Ping'an, then bit her lip and said worriedly: "I can't sleep. When we were strolling around during the day, I discovered that there are many restaurants, tea shops and bookstores on this street alone.
If we want to open a restaurant here, the competition will be even fiercer than in Qingyun County.
Can I... really do that?!"
Su Ping'an knew that if Qingfeng Restaurant could not open for one day, Liu Qingxi would always feel guilty about her father's last wish, and she would not feel at ease for a day.
Su Ping'an immediately comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm still here. As long as I'm here, I will definitely make the restaurant open. You can regard this sentence as my promise, just like you did in Qingyun County
Just like my bet, if I can't do it, you can fire me, but if I do it, then you have to agree to me a condition. And it can be any condition..."
At the end of Su Ping'an's words, his tone became frivolous. Coupled with the twitching look of his brows, it was easy for people to think of going elsewhere.
Liu Qingxi's face turned red all of a sudden. Fortunately, it was night and she couldn't see clearly for a while, and she also knew that Su Ping'an was deliberately teasing her, trying to open up her heart.
In order to cheer herself up and give herself confidence, Liu Qingxi was not deterred this time. Instead, she boldly said: "Okay, this is what you said. Even if you lose, I will not fire you, but I
I will punish you to light a fire in the kitchen and make you burn for the rest of your life..."
Su Ping'an was too thick-skinned to be afraid of this. He immediately grinned and said, "Okay, this is what you said yourself. I will burn it for you for the rest of my life..."
"Ah, you...that's not what I meant!"
"Hahaha... I don't care, you said this yourself, don't go back on it!"
When Su Ping'an made such a fuss, Liu Qingxi's previous worries were instantly forgotten.
Watching the guy's leaving figure, Liu Qingxi stomped her feet angrily. Then her eyes turned watery, and she bit her silver teeth and cursed: "This hateful guy will take advantage of me. I'm really angry. If you are like this
If you lose this time, let’s see how I punish you..."