"Brother Nanshan, I have to teach you how to teach your son to behave in such a monstrous way."
"That's right, brother Nanshan, you can't hide your secrets. How can you teach such a powerful son? We don't ask for more, just ask for one or two things."
"Everyone, what are you... talking about?"
Seeing him like this, someone shook his head, "Brother Nanshan, it seems that you still..."
Some people leave disappointed. Some people looked at him with the eyes of a fool, with ominous words, but looking at him was also the same as looking at a fool. This situation made him quite embarrassed, he turned around and asked someone, only to find out that Murong Xiude's son had won the painting competition again.
In a daze, he hurried to the place where he was still picking up the paintings.
"That painting, my master, has already been sent to the exhibition hall in front. After the exhibition there, the one with the highest bid will win."
This is a rule that has been passed over the years for all calligraphy, painting, and piano competitions. Anyone with a high price can compete for it. Of course, these paintings will also be siphoned off 50% of the commission by the academy. This is not an unwritten rule of the academy at all.
Some people also once said that half of the commission was taken away by the academy, wouldn't it be a little too black-hearted.
"The academy provides such a venue, and it even provides such a place to study. You only provide half of the commission, and you still feel uncomfortable? Then what is the previous reward that they provide you?"
With such a rebuttal, many people will understand. That's right, he is a college lifter, so it's not bad if he can give you half of it. After all, these are only organized in the academic circles. It's a completely different concept than private sales outside.
However, such an exhibition in the painting academy, the one with the highest price will win, and many outsiders will get business opportunities. Many merchants who make paintings also took the opportunity to buy some paintings at this time. Judging from past experience, these calligraphers and painters who were not too famous back then may become good masters in a few years.
Of course, there are also some masterpieces in the past, which have become masters among masters. All in all, the paintings on display are extremely rewarding.
After Murong Nanshan heard that the painting had gone to the exhibition hall, he followed him to that hall.
At this time, there are still countless people here watching the painting that has just won the award.
In the early years, some people also raised some doubts about the ranking winners. But today, when he arrived at the scene, he just fell into a strange silence. All those who watched the paintings at the scene seemed to be brought into a mysterious scene. Some people even stared at the painting with red eyes, trembling and gnashing their teeth.
Murong Nanshan scorned that this group of people who were not determined were actually distracted because of a painting.
It can be seen that it is a group of people who have no independent opinions.
His loose eyes fell on the painting, wanting to see what kind of painting it is, which can make this group of people fall into a rare silence.
A painting is just an ordinary painting. It looked like a gorgeous young girl, leaning on the railing, looking into the distance, as if making a decision, and as if she was about to turn around and leave. Or maybe, it is to take a step forward and run towards the young man in front.
In the distance, the young man's eyes seemed indifferent, but he was staring at her intensely. The two looked at each other like this.
For a moment, Murong Nanshan thought of the most wonderful figure he met at the beginning of the year. At that time, he didn't know whether she was going to run towards him or leave him. The two looked at each other for a long time. Until, the girl ran towards herself.
At that moment, a happy smile like an infatuated teenager bloomed on his face.
However, when he opened his eyes again, he found that what was in front of him was just a painting.
"Facing this painting, all I can think of is that I have a good heart. When I was, I saw each other for a long time."
"Actually, I didn't look at her before. But looking at the characters above, I couldn't help thinking whether these two people were going to be separated or to be together. This young man in the painting was He must be in a trance, hesitant and afraid. He is worried that the girl will leave him. Therefore, this worry is expressed from the painting. This young man is very single-minded."
"A talent who can express his emotions so vividly through paintings deserves to be the first place this time."
"Yes, it's a pity that this painting is not for sale now. If such a painting is placed in the house, it must be an unforgettable painting."
The people around were still discussing endlessly, but Murong Nanshan had no intention of staying any longer.
Just now, this painting brought back his memories of the most wonderful thing of that year. Thinking about it now, in fact, the time with her back then was more joyful than painful. That is, the last moment, that moment, is she really not chaste
All along, his love and protection for her, how could it be possible for her to have a reason to betray herself. Thinking about her usual deep affection for him, Murong Nanshan suddenly smiled.
He walked in a trance, and at this moment, he suddenly felt so pitiful. Maybe, all these years, he just abused himself. If this is the case, then what he has done all these years... nothing.
At this moment, Murong Nanshan's heart was unexpectedly unstable. It wasn't until the cold wind blew that he suddenly woke up. Because of a painting, he was almost led into a lost world.
"That evildoer is your son after all, how did you manage to do this?"
He closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, he secretly hated again.
"Go to Jiaochi Garden."
Murong Xiude, who returned to Jiaochi Garden, was completely relaxed at this moment and was resting comfortably. There was a sudden sound of footsteps.
He frowned in displeasure, when was there such a careless person in this courtyard. You know, when he was in this courtyard, ordinary people would not walk towards him so loudly. No, this is not someone from my yard.
He opened his eyes apprehensively,
The one who met was Murong Nanshan's condescending eyes that explored and looked at him.
The contemptuous and scrutinizing eyes brought a trace of sarcasm to his face. This is the face of their father and son, any family will have such a father and son face.
Murong Nanshan was sizing up the beautiful young man reclined in front of him in daylight.
Taking a closer look, the eyebrows and eyes that belonged to that person, as well as the wise eyes, were revealed.
When he met the boy's mocking smile, he was suddenly flustered and at a loss...
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