For laymen, nothing can more intuitively reflect the value of a painting than its price, and 10 million is enough to explain everything. Many people look at this painting, no longer with an attitude of appreciation, but as if they are looking at a lot of banknotes, breathing rapidly and ready to move.
Wang Yan opened her mouth wide and forgot to close it for a long time. My heart was shocked, not only because of the value of this painting, but also because this painting was given by Su Jing. It is hard to believe that Su Jing could give such an expensive gift. Where did he get it? Even for the entire Tang family, it would be difficult for them to be so generous.
"Mr. Su, this painting is too valuable, I can't accept it." Murong Qin said cautiously.
"I think Mr. Murong is very suitable for this painting. They have the same lofty artistic conception. It is perfect for this painting to stay with you." Su Jing said, although she was surprised that this painting was so expensive, she did not intend to change the situation. gift idea. This painting is one of the few that was picked up from the garbage in the time and space of the Wild Era. Compared with the visualization of a beautiful woman, this painting is inferior by an unknown number of levels. This painting is not qualified to be called a visualization. method. However, it is estimated that it was also made by a monk, and the artistic conception is still very profound, which cannot be compared with ordinary painters.
Hearing what Su Jing said, everyone around him sighed. Gifts worth at least tens of millions and no upper limit were given casually like this. This is called being wealthy and generous.
"Mr. Su, you are so complimentary. I am not worthy of the artistic conception of this painting. I really can't accept it. You should take it back. When these three little mice have offspring, remember to give me a few as a gift." Murong Qin declined with a smile, her attitude was firm, and she refused to accept anything she said, which made Su Jing unable to force herself anymore, and felt very helpless. It was so difficult to give a gift these days.
"Mr. Su, I have a question. Were these two lines of words in the lower right corner added later?" Mr. Xie, a tall and thin old man, suddenly pointed to the two lines of inscription in the lower right corner of the landscape painting and asked. It read: Guide to the mountains. Compose an ode and pour the North Sea into a bottle.
"Why, did it affect this painting?" Su Jing asked without answering.
"Generally speaking, later inscriptions will affect the value of the painting to some extent, unless the identity of the inscription or the calligraphy is extraordinary. These words are really well written and very consistent with the artistic conception. Not only do they not detract from the painting, but they also add some value to the painting. Extra points. I'm just a little confused, did you have it before you bought it, or did someone add it later..." When Mr. Xie said this, he suddenly paused, looked at Su Jing intently for a while, and said for no reason, "Xiao My friend’s surname is Su? I’d like to take the liberty to ask, but your name is Su Jing.”
"That's right." Su Jing was surprised that Mr. Xie actually knew her name.
"It turns out it's really you. No wonder you wrote these two sentences, right? Teacher He Ruixiang mentioned you to me many times. I have also seen the couplets you wrote. I have admired them for a long time and finally saw them today. Your calligraphy is obviously He has improved a lot and can be called a master of calligraphy. Teacher He Ruixiang will definitely be happy to see it." Mr. Xie laughed.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie." Su Jing suddenly realized that she had heard about herself from Teacher He.
Murong Qin, Liu Hong and others finally understood what was going on based on the conversation between Mr. I couldn't tell that those two lines of words were added later. I thought the original inscription by the author was completely on the same level as landscape painting.
"Have you brought any other calligraphy creations for me to have a look at, or to show them on site?" Mr. Xie asked. Murong Qin and Liu Hong also looked forward to it.
"I happened to bring it with me." Su Jing said. He practices the words on the waste paper from the eternal world every day. The calligraphy he writes has basically reached that artistic conception. In the past few days, he has been practicing the sword intention from the Wilderness Period. The artistic conception of words and calligraphy is more profound. The inscriptions on the landscape paintings are naturally controlled intentionally and do not contain sword meaning. However, this compromises the artistic conception, and is completely worthless compared to the words containing the meaning of the sword.
Su Jing thought that the words on the handwriting from the time and space of the Wilderness should naturally not be read by others, as it might scare people to death. Even if you write a text that contains the meaning of the sword, not everyone can read it. For example, the bald middle-aged man at the door last time was so frightened that he had diarrhea after reading it. But if it is a person with stronger spirit and higher understanding, maybe If you can bear it, once you can bear it, there will be many benefits in looking at it. In that case, the words you write that contain the meaning of the sword will become infinitely useful.
"Take it out and let me take a look." Mr. Xie said.
Su Jing took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, but he hesitated when he held it in his hand. Mr. Xie was well versed in the artistic conception of calligraphy, and he should belong to the type with strong mental power and high understanding, but he couldn't bear it in case. Wouldn't that make him lose face in front of everyone? Even if you show him in private and make him lose his composure, I'm afraid he won't be able to forgive himself.
"Why, you can't bear to show it to me?" Mr. Xie said with a smile.
"It's fine if you don't show it to Lao Xie, at least show it to me as the birthday boy." Murong Qin said with a smile.
"It's an honor for you to appreciate my random handwriting. However, the handwriting I have written recently is too sharp, and my mind may be affected or even unbearable after reading it." Su Jing said in a more euphemistic way.
"Haha, your mind is affected? Are you kidding me, old man?" Mr. Xie said with a smile. He has appreciated many calligraphy and paintings, and he thinks he is as knowledgeable as anyone. He has never heard of calligraphy that is so sharp that it affects people's mind. of. This is reality, not a fantasy world.
"I didn't lie to you." Su Jing did not hand over the paper in her hand.
"Bah!" At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched the paper from Su Jing's hand. It was Zhu Yizhi who squeezed over. In fact, if Su Jing wants to hide, of course he can. There is probably no one on earth who can snatch something from him. However, when he saw this Zhu Yizhi, he deliberately did not hide.
Zhu Yizhi shook the paper in his hand and said: "You are still not a man if you pretend to be clever and coy. Isn't it just a few words and can't be read by others?" He was still waiting to give a gift to Mr. Murong. See Su Jing was delayed for so long alone, as if she was the protagonist, and she was really impatient. In particular, Su Jing kept showing off in front of Murong Xianer, which made him even more intolerable as he wanted to find opportunities to show his courtesy to Murong Xianer.
As he spoke, he unfolded the paper in his hand and looked at the words on it. Su Jing watched with interest and did not stop her. She originally wanted to see if anyone could bear it. Since this guy took the initiative to be a guinea pig, let him be the one. Su Jing quite hoped that he could succeed. , a good start.