Chapter 73:

Mrs. Chen pulled down her face and suddenly did not want to call the Huojia people again.
In my heart, I was a little bit more distressed by the teacher.
"Huang Shifu, Master Ji, you are here, come and help me evaluate these new works."
Mrs. Chen’s attention was immediately placed on other people.
Different road non-phase plan.
Tiger poison does not eat, Huojia is so unremarkable, it can be seen that this is the character and attitude of other things.
Huo Mu and Huo Jia’s grandmother had a stiff face.
Obviously, I also felt this sudden change in attitude, and suddenly I did not come to Taiwan, or even somehow.
However, the two ink masters who were greeted by Mrs. Chen’s wife are already approaching.
They are also not good at making a face, they can only listen to their conversations.
"Mrs. Chen, your eyes are getting more and more poisonous. Where is this leak?"
Huang Chuan is also nearly 60 people, his hair is all white, no black, wearing a tunic, walking the road is a steady pace, the sound is like Hong Zhong, the body is very tough.
"The next workman, I was stunned by the old season. It’s really awesome to watch it for half an hour."
He said this, the next quarterly painter, even nodded.
He is older, almost seventy years old.
It’s even more emotional.
The painter’s character is delicate, and the mourning looks are like a cry. The sleeves are sloppy, the skirts are paved, and the soft belts are just right.... If you look at your eyes carefully, you must people into the painting. The same, even I feel a bit of sadness."
"The cursive inscription, the small characters used are more like continuous, just like mourning."
"The combination of calligraphy and painting, scene fusion, brilliant."
"I am not as good as him."
Jiyun said, and looked at Mrs. Chen’s wife seriously.
Old lady, please also help you to introduce such masters who are fascinating. I thought that my figure paintings are already in full swing, but today I look at the mountains. There is a mountain."
Master Huang also means this. It is echoed by the period. "Is this talent, I don't know Mrs. Chen, who knows his other names?"
The big touch of ink is obviously a vest.
Old guys like them have never heard of it.
When Mrs. Chen was listening, she was beaming.
She knew that her appreciation ability was good!
Her selfishness is to help the teacher to name the teacher.
They didn't know the age of Gu Shi, just like her at the time, thinking that a famous actor with at least 50 or 60 years old wore a vest.
But in fact, Gu Shishi is really young and not famous enough in the circle.
"I don't know this."
Mrs. Chen’s wife is silent.
The mystery of the author is of course a way to raise the price.
Huang Chuan and Ji Yun both listened, and they could not help but sigh.

Is there any contact with this ‘inky touch’?

Mrs. Chen’s eyes blinked.
Jiyun has already stood up. "There will be a national painting exchange exhibition in the city next month. If there is time for ink and wash, we are willing to come. We solemnly invite him to participate."
He and Huang Chuan are the vice presidents.
Mrs. Chen did not agree and did not refuse.
"Contact, I only have one micro-signal, no her phone."
The two could not help but regret it.
"Would you like to add her micro signal?"
Gu Shishi's ink touches the micro-signal and only sends some introductions and photos of the works.
Nothing else.
If you want to go, she can take her own ideas.
"it is good."
"Row."
Huang Chuan and Jiyun immediately took out the reading glasses and did not hesitate to pick up the phone.
Although the two are older, they also understand the use of mobile phones.
It may be that the Chinese Painting Association has always held a relationship with exchange activities, and they are quite familiar with micro credit.
"You send us the business card."
"Well, it’s good to be old, old yellow, you dragged me into the group. Let’s talk to him."
Mrs. Chen’s wife sent them very slippery.
Turning his head, he showed a meaningful expression and looked at the Huo family.
"Master Huang, Master Ji, are you looking at the value of these paintings?"
Some people don't understand how to cherish.
Rejecting the baby and pushing the relatives far away, there is always a day of regret!
Huang Chuan and Jiyun are happily browsing the circle of friends of ‘Ink and Wash.’
Because this micro-signal is an exhibition painting and sales channel of Gu Shishi, there is no friend verification at all.
They added it when they added it.
After reading the two pictures and looking at the price of the eye, they are stunned.
Such excellent works, the price is actually 30,000 ... 30,000...
Both of them looked at it and they sighed!
Why didn't they let them meet earlier? Why didn't they buy it earlier than Mrs. Chen?
This is a leak, this is a big leak!
They glanced at Mrs. Chen’s wife and only thought that the old lady’s eyes were not talking. It’s just that this luck is thriving.
"Mrs. Chen is not polite, we are almost the same age, you can call me a old yellow."
"This painting... I say so, its value far exceeds the selling price."
"In time, this person's work may be the next darling at the auction!"
Huang Chuan is very sure of his judgment.
Even Jiyun, which has always been conservative, agrees. "The size of the single frame, the techniques used, and the different meanings are different. But in the next door, I personally are willing to bid 10 million if Mrs. Chen Willing to cut love."
Mrs. Chen’s wife yelled,
That’s not ok, I have a few treasures that I don’t want to sell.

Direct rejection.
But her face is not only not unhappy, but also full of enthusiasm filled with enthusiasm.
The two vice presidents of the Chinese Painting Association, who rarely have personal relationships with their rich circles, have shown her well today.
One wants her to cut love, and one who takes the initiative to change the name is close, but I have never had this before!
Mrs. Chen’s wife was immediately honored.
And Huo Hu and Huo Jia grandma, even heard a hint of curiosity.
They also know the artist's temper, the older the more stinky, the more they can get their friendship without money, and they are not surprising at the moment.
The ink paintings on the market can reach tens of millions of grades, and almost ten fingers can count the number of painters.
When they listened for a while, they couldn’t help but move in the direction of the two people’s frequent appreciation.
"Is this the same?"
Huo’s grandmother opened.
The voice just fell, and the mother-in-law who was holding her next to her was a shock.
If she saw that the "Four Sons of Life" thought of her eldest son who had been abandoned in her early years, she was just immersed in the recollection of raising children, almost lost.
At the moment, the painting in front of her eyes has calmed her heart and soul!
Really, as the two of you just said, mourning, sorrow, sorrow, deplor, despair, helplessness... Like the tide, it emerged from this painting and came to her!
When I heard my mother-in-law ask, Homa had opened her mouth with difficulty, but she could not make a sound.
I only felt a little cold on the face. When she touched her hand, she even touched the cold tears!
Sorrow, it was actually a burst of bones and muscles from the chest!
Huo Chuchu also felt that his mother was shameful, and some were unreasonable.
But I didn't expect the mother to be so sad that she couldn't help herself. She even had to fall softly before the painting.
She looked up instantly.
I saw the painting on the wall, and my heart was a glimpse.
It was actually a "Meng Jiang female crying Great Wall"!
The legend of Meng Jiangnv is almost a household name.
Since ancient times, there have been many versions of the folk.
The most common is that Meng Jiangnv’s husband was convicted and will not return. Meng Jiangnian Qianli chasing husband, I heard that her husband was exhausted but did not know where the body was buried, crying day and night on the Great Wall, eventually the Great Wall was crying and collapsed, the wall collapsed for 800 miles, revealing the burial inside. s husband.
And this painting is a story depicting this version.
Meng Jiangnv fell to the bottom of the Great Wall, crying the sun and the moon, the autumn wind is sad, the sea is shaking...
The whole character of Meng Jiangnv is soft and delicate, her face is painful, her expression is real and sad, and her feelings are difficult.
The Great Wall of the background, the pen and ink is heavy, the wind is bleak and the wind is cold and the tragic and bleak!
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of gloom.
This matter is difficult!
The ink of the whole painting is rich and dark, with dry ink and trees, thick ink and clouds, and a faint outline of the characters, highlighting the sorrow that is so thick that it cannot be resolved.
Rao is a single, not experienced in love, Huo Chuchu, looking at the heart is a tight.
Not to mention, Huo Hu, who died unexpectedly in her early years, was young and widowed. She raised her children, cared for her mother-in-law, and even propped up the entire Huojia industry.
In the early years, the husband died unexpectedly, and the father-in-law died. After leaving a pile of mess, the company’s business was stagnant, competitors were like tigers, and the mother-in-law couldn’t stand the chain of disease and fell to bed. At that time, it’s really called no day. Calling the ground is not working!
cry.
Even if you tell yourself not to cry, crying is useless, but tears can't stop!
Huo Mu remembered that he was crying for a whole month!
When the night was quiet, the door was closed, she was lying on the bed alone, and the quilt began to shed tears!
Uncontrollable, tears flow down!
In the daytime, she can't be like Meng Jiangnv, she doesn't care about anything, just tears her tears... She still has to control the children, but also how to manage the company, participate in various shareholders' meetings... and then suffer again, it can only be turned into blood. Swallow up in your stomach!
She can't remember how she spent the faint time!
Huo Hu looked at the painting of Meng Jiangnv, and her eyes were blurred.
I can't see any sleeves, what patterns, or what the Great Wall collapsed... I just think that this ink line, a pen, is full of sorrow and pain.
She feels the same!
Tears can't stop!
Meng Jiangnv’s husband died in servitude, died of oppression, or just died of an accident... Who knows?
But I believe that her heart is hateful, just like herself.
At that time, it was too collapsed, too helpless, even to the point of despair... The more painful, the more difficult it is, the more it needs a source of solution!
Every night, she almost thinks -
If it wasn’t for the big son to go to the spring tour, how could Huo Qidong, who had been petting her, drive the express train and die on the elevated?
And Huo Qidong is not dead, how can the father-in-law break the body day and night, followed by death?
This idea is just like the curse, the more you want to get into the magic!
She does not want to see her eldest son every day!
When he saw him, he could not help but think that all her sufferings were caused by him!
She is too painful!
Every time I saw him, I just cut a knife in her heart! Forcing her to recall the pain she had not seen in the hospital on the last side of her husband, recalling the lonely night, fear of sadness every night!
Huomu only felt that the painting in front of her eyes was like a poke that was deepest in her heart.
Meng Jiangnv can only cry and mourn, what is the difference between her blaming her fault on her eldest son?
But she can't help it.
Really... no way!
Huomu can't help it anymore, tears keep flowing!
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