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Chapter 170 Chapter 170 Su Qingyun's Calligraphy and Painting, Masterpiece

[170 Su Qingyun's Calligraphy and Painting, a Masterpiece]

"Xiao Su, from your tone, it seems that you are not very satisfied with my painting!"

Old Ren chuckled, but he wasn't annoyed.

Su Qingyun can't say that, in fact, I come from another world, and Mr. Ren's level is ordinary with us.

After thinking about it, Su Qingyun said:

"Mr. Ren is an entrepreneur, not an artist. It is not easy to achieve this level."

"Hahaha!"

Old Ren smiled heartily: "You can talk, but from what you say, you seem to know a lot about calligraphy and painting, why don't you show your hands and let me, an old man, open his eyes."

Hearing this, Su Qingyun was not hypocritical.

"That kid is making a fool of himself."

After finishing speaking, Su Qingyun came to the front of the case.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone have already been prepared above.

The ink is Hui ink, the top Longxiang Yu ink.

The paper is Huixuan, authentic Xuan paper, made by hand.

The pen is Zihao, the hare hair produced in Huizhou, the pen is straight and sharp, and its elasticity is the best in the world.

The inkstone is the Duan inkstone, the first of the four famous inkstones!
They are all good things, and they are fatally attractive to literati.

Holding the brush in his hand, Su Qingyun quietly looked at the white rice paper, and began to conceive the picture in his mind.

For a true master of traditional Chinese painting, the painting is completed the moment the pen is drawn.

That's right, it's done in your head.

The hand is nothing more than drawing the picture in the mind.

Finally, Su Qingyun started to hold the pen, like dancing, waving it freely on the rice paper, every bit of ink bloomed like a flower, pointing, sideways, hooking, lifting, sweeping.

Su Qingyun's movements were so fast that Ren Fei couldn't see his movements clearly.

It is done in one go, flowing like clouds and flowing water.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a painting has been completed.

In the painting, the Cangshan Mountains are connected one by one, the setting sun is flowing like blood, the lonely geese are galloping, and the north wind is howling!

This is a freehand landscape painting, purely done with ideas, mountains and peaks stretching like the sea, lonely geese, setting sun, these images reveal a strong sense of vicissitudes and sadness.

Everyone watching this painting seems to have deeply integrated their soul into the painting, and their whole spirit has been violently shocked.

Lonely, desolate, but majestic and magnificent.

This is the power of painting.

A work is a world.

Even ordinary people who don't understand painting at all can feel the emotions in this painting and fall deeply into the complex and inexplicable atmosphere.

At this time, Meng Wanqiu also stepped forward and looked at the painting carefully.

"Good painting! So artistic conception!"

"Standing in front of this painting, I suddenly feel desolate and heroic. I only feel that the world is huge and life is small."

Meng Wanqiu bluntly expressed her feelings at this moment.

She really appreciates this painting very much. Although he is just a layman, he can also feel the beauty of traditional Chinese painting from it.

Snapped!
Next to him, the crutches in the hands of Mr. Ren Fei fell to the ground, trembling all over. Judging from the artistic conception and expressive techniques in this painting, this has completely grasped the essence of Chinese painting, even compared with those contemporary famous artists. .

This is absolutely top notch.

Grandmaster!

True master!
Since ancient times, literati are so arrogant, let alone masters.

After regaining his senses, Mr. Ren stared at Su Qingyun again, only to see that Su Qingyun had picked up his pen and was slowly writing in the blank space of the painting.

【Remembering Qin E】

[The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called the frost morning moon.

In the frosty morning moon, the sound of horseshoes breaking, and the sound of horns swallowing.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it has started from scratch.

From the beginning, the Cangshan Mountain is like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood. 】

This is a poem, still completed overnight, smooth and flowing, and still in cursive script.

This cursive script is superb, worthy of the word "grandmaster".

Looking at the words written, its achievements have already surpassed the calligraphy and painting itself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are immortal.

Mr. Ren has always come from that era, and he likes traditional cultures such as poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting very much.

Naturally, there are many studies. In his opinion, Su Qingyun's calligraphy and painting level has reached the first-class level, but what shocked him even more was the poem itself, which is a masterpiece that can be passed down for thousands of years.

Old Ren stared blankly at the calligraphy and painting, and read the song "Recalling Qin'e", the more he read it, the more he liked it.

Especially the sentence:
"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now I'm stepping over it from the beginning."

These two sentences instantly made Ren Lao's eyes moist.

Too many things came to his mind.

From his military service, to his discharge from the army, to his entrepreneurship.

He gritted his teeth and survived many difficult and difficult years.

At the most difficult time, he couldn't even pay the wages of his employees. He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, insomnia all night.

At that time, I had to smoke two or three packs of cigarettes a day, and my head was full of gray hair.

Even he was once discouraged and wanted to sell the company.

He survived the difficult years back then, and that's why Longwei Company is today.

Even if he was sanctioned by the beautiful country, he never had any fear.

It's a big deal to start all over again!

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now I'm stepping over it from the beginning!"

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now I'm stepping over it from the beginning!"

Ren Lao was pacing, while reciting these two sentences repeatedly.

He loves these two words so much!

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Su Xiaoyou, this calligraphy and painting is so good, can you sell it to me?"

"I am willing to pay 1000 million!!!"

Mr. Ren said sternly.

Su Qingyun smiled lightly, and said: "It's just a set of calligraphy and painting, if Mr. Ren likes it, why not give it to Mr. Ren?"

Elder Ren was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were even more appreciative:
"Then thank you Su Xiaoyou!"

From "Xiao Su" at the beginning to "Su Xiaoyou" now.

It can be seen that Mr. Ren is becoming more and more satisfied with Su Qingyun.

'Tsk tsk, this young man is not bad, if only he could be my son-in-law! '

'No, I must introduce Euna to him! '

'If I can bring the two of them together, I'll be relieved. '

Ren Fei has already pondered in his heart that when people get older, it is easy to care about their children's marriage.

Elder Ren is no exception.

However, Su Qingyun didn't know what Elder Ren was thinking.

If he knew that the old man wanted him to be his son-in-law just after seeing him, he would run away in a hurry.

At this time, Elder Ren remembered something and said:

"By the way, Su Xiaoyou, what is the reason you came to see me this time?"

Before Su Qingyun could speak, Meng Wanqiu who was at the side quickly patted his forehead and said:

"Oh, I was so busy admiring the paintings that I forgot the business!"

"Father, Mr. Su is here this time to discuss the purchase of the Longyaozi brand."

"Mr. Su is very interested in our Longyao mobile phone brand."

When Elder Ren heard this, he froze for a moment.

"Wan Qiu, what are you talking about? I heard you right!!!"

Ren Fei, like his daughter, felt very unbelievable after hearing the news.

(End of this chapter)