The best feng shui master

Chapter 357
Like presenting a treasure, Jiang Zhe gently placed the scroll on the desk, twirled his onion-like fingers lightly, untied the tied red thread, and then carefully unfolded the scroll.

Seeing Jiang Zhe's actions, Jiang Xin was amused for a while. If she wore white gloves, she would really become a cultural relic expert in the museum.

Alas, if he was still by his side, he should be this big, right?Looking at his niece's face, Jiang Xin sighed softly. For 20 years, she hasn't missed him for a moment.

Sometimes she couldn't help but ask God why he was so cruel to her, let her change from a happy woman to nothing overnight, her loving husband and children suddenly disappeared, no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find it their whereabouts.

It was like a beautiful dream, but when I woke up, I found that everything was fake.

She thought about hating, but what's the use of hating?Can you get back your own son, your own husband?
"Auntie, how is it? You are a famous painter, someone who has held a painting exhibition, show me how good this painting is?"

Jiang Zhe opened the scroll completely, and said proudly.Due to her occupation, her childhood experience, and Professor Zhuang Xuyan's remarks, she naturally knew the high level of Chen Yi's "Nine Curved Yellow River". Fan.

She is the standing director of the National Art Association, and a painter who has been up to the eight classics. If Chen Yi's paintings can even conquer her, it means that Chen Yi's has reached a very high level.

I don't know when it started, there was a figure in her heart, not tall, but it could give people an incomparable sense of security.

She will never forget that in the Qimen Dunjia Formation, that figure held the green sword and killed all directions, causing the father and son two generations of river gods to bleed blood. It was very bloody, but it was unforgettable.

Jiang Xin came back to his senses, looked at the picture scroll, his eyes lit up involuntarily, and he was firmly attracted in an instant.

The Yellow River with nine twists and turns, like a big yellow dragon, is flamboyant but not presumptuous, surging but meandering.

God made!

This is her highest evaluation, with vigorous writing, full of artistic conception, and both form and spirit!
"This, is this the work of Master Li Hai?" Jiang Xin first thought of a highly respected old artist in China, but then shook his head, "No, it doesn't look like the work of Master Li Hai. It is one level higher than Master Li Hai."

Seeing his aunt's shock, Jiang Zhe narrowed his eyes, which was exactly the same as his original shock, and there was even something more in her eyes.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.If Jiang Zhe is a half-assed person, then Jiang Xin is a master in the field. The angle of appreciation is definitely different, and the experience he gets is also different.

"It's done in one go, and writing is like a god's help. If you don't have a vigorous desire to paint in your chest, it is absolutely impossible to get such a masterpiece!"

Jiang Xin hadn't been this excited for many years.

Those painters in China now are too utilitarian, and the things they do are full of a smell of copper. Those kind of people will never be able to paint the Ling Ran artistic conception of the surging Yellow River.

"How about it, is my friend's level acceptable?" Jiang Zhe asked proudly. Although he knew the answer from his aunt's expression, he still couldn't help but ask again, just like a child showing off his skills. Average toys.

"Master-level work, master-level work, I haven't seen it for a long time, he should be over 60 years old, right? Otherwise, it would be impossible to express the meaning of the Yellow River so vividly!"

Jiang Xin didn't look up, she was completely attracted by "Nine Twists of the Yellow River", she raised her head and looked around reluctantly.

Jiang Zhe smiled slyly, "Haha, Auntie, you are being rude this time."

"Wrong?" Jiang Xin was puzzled, "How could it be? Could it be that this picture scroll was printed out? No way, your aunt still has such eyesight."

Jiang Zhe hugged Jiang Xin's arm and smiled even more cheerfully, "No, I mean you mispronounced his age, not 60 years old."

"Age?" Jiang Xin thought for a while, "That master, is he still older? 70 years old? No matter how old he is, it will be impossible. That kind of pride will be wiped out, and his body can't keep up. Such an imposing painting."

Unknowingly, Jiang Xin has already used the honorific title for the painter.It's not that she thinks highly of it, but that a person who can make such a painting is not a master, so what is it?
Naturally, Jiang Xin's artistic level has reached a very high level, and the author of this "Nine Curved Yellow River" is far superior to her.

"He is only 20 years old, and he will be 21 after the new year!"

Jiang Zhe said proudly, as if it wasn't Chen Yi's painting, but her own work.

"20 years old?"

Jiang Xin exclaimed and shook his head vigorously, "Impossible, impossible, when did Huaxia produce such a genius, the artistic conception of this painting is not something that a 20-year-old can have, Xiaozhe, you lied to me again right?"

Jiang Xin looked at her niece, this little girl, with reproachful eyes.

"Auntie, you're blaming me wrong. He is 20 years old. At first I thought it was unbelievable. If Professor Zhuang Xuyanzhuang hadn't confirmed it, I would have thought he was looking for a ghostwriter." Jiang Zhe said, and the young man appeared before his eyes face come.

"Professor Zhuang Xuyan? Is that Professor Zhuang from the archaeological world?"

"Yeah, it's him, you believe it this time?"

Jiang Xin was stunned, shook his head, and said, "Although I know Professor Zhuang's skill and character, I still can't believe that this painting was made by a 20-year-old young man. It's so, so shocking." .”

"Well, Xiao Zhe, can you ask him to meet? This kind of genius can't be buried, and he might become a master in the future. I want to absorb him into the Art Association," Jiang Xin said quickly.

Jiang Zhe was finally a little surprised. My aunt has always had a high vision, and she doesn't like the current atmosphere in the Chinese art world. It seems that this is the first time she has invited others to join the art association.

However, this may disappoint her.

Jiang Zhe said: "I'm afraid not. He is not only a painter, but also the chairman of a company, that is, the Bai family, the one who became popular recently because of the 'Goddess of Luoshui'."

"Oh!"

Jiang Xin nodded in disappointment. She had heard of the Bai family, and she had seen the Goddess of Luoshui in a promotional video. It was hard to imagine that young man was still the chairman of the Bai family.

Does such a genius really exist in this world?
Seeing the pride on Jiang Zhe's face, Jiang Xin teased and said, "Little girl, have you fallen in love with her?"

The aunt and nephew have a deep relationship, and they often make some harmless jokes. Whenever this time, Jiang Zhe either disagrees or plays with his aunt, but this time she is a little sad.

"I like him, but he doesn't like me," Jiang Zhe said with some resentment.

Jiang Xin was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect her niece to be really moved. She became even more curious about the young man, and at the same time, she was a little upset, "Why doesn't he like our little Zhe? That's his blindness, and it's his loss." , When we meet again, my aunt will give him a good lesson."

"aunt!"

Jiang Zhe yelled coquettishly, and then said sadly, "It's my own problem. He saved me once when we met for the first time, but I didn't know it. I kept making trouble for him, and he already had a girlfriend. He's a cop, and he's pretty, even prettier than me."

Thinking of that short-haired woman, Jiang Zhe couldn't help feeling defeated.

Jiang Xin put away the joke, "Oh, there's no way around it. Feelings, sometimes one step earlier, can determine the final outcome."

(End of this chapter)