Craftsman: I continue to learn for the sake of the saints

Chapter 191 Who Knows Art Best?
Ma Ye's car is a Mercedes-Benz business, and the driver is waiting in the car.

Until I got in the car.

Lu Jin was almost out of words, and was still chattering about this matter.

Qin Luo was speechless.

What is there to brag about?

Where is this going?
I have defeated people with guns in the deep mountains and old forests.

However, I won't talk about this matter, and if I say it, it will never stop.

"Okay, sisters, can you calm down for a while? Be quiet for a while, ah, why didn't you find out before, how can you say that?"

Qin Luo finally couldn't bear it anymore, hit a straight ball, and said bluntly.

When Lu Jin heard this, his face flushed slightly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

But he glared at him.

"Hey, I'm not happy to praise you anymore, are you drifting away?"

"Success, stop talking."

"Really... I'm sorry! You pulled my arm just now, and you used too much strength. I pinched it green, look at it."

She rolled up her sleeves, and sure enough, she saw two black and purple fingerprints on Bai Shengsheng's lotus-root-like arms.

Qin Luo couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Well, you still touch porcelain, don't you?"

"Sue me! Go! This is the capital, the Supreme Court, the Supreme People's Procuratorate, the Ministry of Public Security, just sue me."

She was joking.

Of course Qin Luo was also joking.

Lu Jin rolled his eyes at him, and was overjoyed.

Ma Ye watched the two laughing and laughing, but said nothing.

At this time.

Qin Luo's phone rang suddenly.

Take a look.

A call from Sister Cha.

connected.

"Hey, husband, have you finished the meeting? I think some people have come out."

Qin Luo laughed: "The meeting is over, but someone has an appointment for dinner. I will go to have a meal and go back after eating."

"Who?"

"Just my friend from Gusu last time, Lu Jin, and Master Ma, a celebrity in the capital and a great collector."

"Okay, then you go, drink less wine."

Hearing this, Sister Cha made an explanation and hung up the phone too.

Seeing that he had finished the call, Lu Jin said beside him, "Who is it, girlfriend Chagang?"

Qin Luo glanced at her: "What's the investigation? It's just a routine concern. I forgot to explain it to others. I guess I'm still waiting for my meal."

Master Ma interjected, "Would you like to pick him up? Hey, I don't know about that. You brought your family over here."

Qin Luo waved his hands and smiled: "Forget it, there are still a few apprentices over there, they can eat by themselves."

"Hey? Are you getting married soon?"

"How long have you been here?"

Lu Jin suddenly seemed a little gossipy and asked.

Qin Luo nodded.

"It's quite stable, and I feel like I'm living a life. You can get married at any time, but you don't need any special opportunity."

Lu Jin: ...

"You are so cute. So happy."

"Ah, I feel like I've been fed dog food."

Qin Luo smiled and said, "Then you should call twice?"

Lu Jin:? ? ?
She stared wide-eyed, completely broke her defenses, and still brought such a spoiled person?
It's so dirty!

Amid laughter and laughter all the way, the car drove towards Ma Ye's courtyard.

It is late autumn.

An old locust tree in the yard has begun to shed its leaves, and there are not many leaves left. In the yard, a copper stove of the old BJ hot pot has been set up, which is burning with carbon. A sheep with powdery white meat looks like it would make people move their index fingers. There is a large water basin next to it, which is slightly steaming. It is filled with hot water. Put a jar in the hot water. It's warm wine.

Looking at this scene, Qin Luo immediately felt that it was beautiful, and felt like he had traveled through the tunnel of time and space, and the years were peaceful.

I don't know what kind of royal relatives and nobles lived in this house, but they have all disappeared like the autumn wind, and people are alive, but only eat three meals a day.

Master Ma rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "You two are at ease, I will slice the meat first."

"Now at 05:30, let's have dinner at six o'clock."

The two naturally had no opinion.

Qin Luo asked if he could take a look at his house, and after getting permission, he entered.

The one who went was naturally the main room.

Just entering the door, a kind of antique flavor comes from the pavement.

All kinds of furniture seem to be antiques, but they are well maintained. There is no extra decoration on the wall, only a pair of words.

Yu Youren's cursive script.

Yu Youren, a big man in modern times, is not only a political figure, but also a big man in calligraphy, especially in the field of calligraphy, he has made great achievements.

What is written on this piece of writing is the last sentence of the song "Qinyuanchun·Snow" - counting the romantic people, but still looking at the present.

Qin Luo stood and looked at it for a while, and felt that it was really good.

Compared with his "quiet appreciation", Lu Jin seemed much more at ease.

She looked around on the bookshelf, and suddenly found a book: "Hey, this book is very interesting, have you read it?"

Qin Luo looked back.

It is a copy of Feng Jicai's "Strange People in the World", a hand-painted collection.

He couldn't help laughing and said, "What do you think of me? I'm not a strange person in the world. I'm just an ordinary person."

Lu Jin: "I'm too lazy to talk to you, it's just pretending to be too modest."

"Shall we go out?"

"Hey, I suddenly had an idea, come on, take this book and read it."

Qin Luo was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

She smiled and said: "If I tell you to watch it, you can just watch it... so much nonsense, are you talkative?"

Qin Luo: ...

Huh, quite cautious.

Let me tell you, I am still thinking about "revenge".

However, Qin Luo still accepted it with a smile.

I have read one or two articles in this book. They are about customs and customs in Beijing and Tianjin during the Republic of China, and various craftsmen with unique skills. One of them is "Clay Figurine Zhang", which was selected into the textbook.

For me, this book can be regarded as... a professional counterpart.

It's just that I haven't seen the full version yet.

Go out with a book.

Lu Jin yelled outside: "Master Ma, let me borrow your pen and ink." After getting permission, she found a pen, a bottle of ink, a drawing board and two pieces of white paper, and followed them out.

"Hey, are you two trying to cheer me up?"

Master Ma laughed and teased.

Lu Jin smiled and said, "Suddenly my hands itch, I want to draw a picture, here is a picture of Mr. Ma's night banquet..."

"Pen here!"

She let out a joyful cry, hung the drawing board on the hook, hung it in the air, twirled the brush arrogantly, dipped it in ink, and began to swish it.

This posture... is also very handsome.

She concentrates on painting.

Qin Luo and Master Ma didn't bother, just glanced occasionally.

Ma Ye focuses on sliced ​​meat.

Slices of mutton as thin as cicada's wings are placed on a large white porcelain plate. It is said that the highest standard for a slice of meat is to stand the plate upright without the meat falling off, which is considered the best.

He is obviously doing very well, with a full level of proficiency.

At this moment.

Both time and wind seem to have stagnated in this courtyard, only the sunlight is getting dimmer and the heat from the copper furnace is becoming more and more obvious.

Qin Luo suddenly felt that this atmosphere was really beautiful.

At this moment, a pigeon flew across the sky, called out, and a pile of feces fell down.

It happened to land on Lu Jin's painting.

She was painting beautifully, when something suddenly appeared on the drawing paper, she froze and screamed.

Qin Luo thought something happened, walked over to take a look, couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

Master Ma couldn't help laughing.

"What! This pigeon! I'm so mad! Catch it for me to make soup!"

Qin Luo laughed and said: "This pigeon understands art better than the three of us. I think this is the finishing touch, a stroke of genius."

"This painting of yours, 5000 years old, scorpion shit, is the only one."

"Be content, you, have fun secretly... If you want me, treat it as a family heirloom."

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(End of this chapter)