Pick up treasure

Yes, Wang Ding also thought of it. In fact, Wang Ding wanted to carve jade pieces for his father and sister a long time ago. South Dai Guanyin and female Dai Buddha, so he would carve a Guanyin for his father and a Buddha for his sister.

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"By the way, Wang Ding, I have written a donation statement in your name for your Hanwonu King Jinyin. Would you like to take a look at it? If there is no problem, I will send it to the curator of Gancheng Museum. "

When Fang Heqing heard Wang Ding talk about the museum, he remembered Wang Ding's donation of the golden seal of the king of Han and Wa.

"No, Wang Ding, you just said that you want to open your own private museum, then you just want to collect and accumulate cultural relics, so why don't you donate them?"

To be honest, Wang Ding never thought about opening a private museum before he prepared to donate the gold seal of the Han Japanese slave king, so in order for everyone to understand this period of history, he resolutely wanted to donate this thing.But now that I am about to open a private museum, my mood is quite different.

But even so, Wang Ding thinks that this golden seal should be handed over to the country, to the government, because the representative of this golden seal is the high-level political exchanges between China and Japan, and it is placed in his own museum. There is no such political The benefits are profound.

"I still want to donate, no problem, Mr. Fang, please send my donation instructions to the curator of Gancheng Museum."

Wang Ding's words were very firm, which made Mr. Fang like Wang Ding even more, thinking that if his daughter hadn't been married, he must marry her to him.

"Wang Ding, then I will send it. There is one more thing I want to tell you."

"What's the matter, Mr. Fang, please tell me."

"You should know that Mr. Fang is a master of the Xin'an School of Painting. Mr. Xu mentioned this to you. What do you think of my painting skills?"

Wang Ding got a little hint from Fang Heqing's meaningful sentence.But Wang Ding still didn't dare to guess wildly, and said honestly, "Old Fang's painting skills are definitely second to none in China. As a master of the Xin'an School of Painting, your paintings are not lacking in strength and masculinity. It should be regarded as freehand and emotional. High-level paintings with equal emphasis."

"Hehe, your mouth is quite sweet, do you remember that I said that if you want to learn how to paint with me, I can teach you?"

"I remember, of course I do."

Wang Ding agreed.

"The old man Fang is here to solemnly say something to you today. I have decided to accept you as an apprentice. After you and Mr. Zhuang come back from #Xinjiang, you will officially enter my sect. My old man will devote all of my life to you. Whether it is landscape painting, figure painting, still life painting or dynamic painting, Mr. Fang will give it to you without reservation."

"Really, thank you very much, Mr. Zhuang."

Wang Ding really felt that happiness came too turbulently. Under the premise of vested abilities, his painting skills are already good, which is basically the ability to make perfect modifications on the basis of the original work. It is estimated that my attainment in painting will surpass all the masters in the painting world today. Of course, I still need to continue to make up for my shortcomings in Western realistic painting, but in China, it must be second to none.

"Old Fang, no, master, apprentice, I must study hard and carry forward your painting style and meaning."

If it wasn't for the Cultural Relics Appreciation Association and Mr. Zhuang, Wang Ding must have kowtowed to his teacher on the spot, but he also knew that the scene was inappropriate, so Wang Ding didn't do that.

"Haha, try to carry forward the Chinese painting skills, don't embarrass the master."

Fang Lao laughed, and Fang Heqing was also relieved to receive an apprentice like Wang Ding.

Seeing that it was getting late, and it was time for the two elders to go home and rest, Wang Ding suggested, "Master Zhuang, it's time for dinner, why don't I invite you two to have dinner?"

"Forget about eating, but you can accompany your master to eat one. He is fine at home alone."

Mr. Zhuang wanted to go home to be with his wife, and he didn't eat out at night, so he couldn't be shaken.

Fang Heqing also shook his hand, "I won't go to dinner with you anymore. Old man Xu wants me to drink at his place, and I have already agreed. If it weren't for the two old men whispering, I can take you with me. However, you I guess you can't go, because you haven't helped old man Xu find the love mark lake that he wants, if you can't find it, if you go, he will kick you out because of his surname."

Mentioning Ai Trace Lake again, Wang Ding really felt his heart ache again. In fact, Wang Ding had inquired about this work of splashed color on silk by Master Zhang Daqian, but Yanjing Guardian Auction Company did not provide any strong clues at all. Wang Ding's friends are also ordinary college graduates. It is basically impossible to get more information.

Wang Ding is already planning to go to Yanjing to have a look at the Guardian Auction Company, and as long as he finds the man surnamed Qi who bought Aichen Lake at an auction at a sky-high price, Wang Ding is sure that he will know the whereabouts of that painting.

Wanda Plaza

Wang Dingjia

Deng Rushan has already met with Wang Jianyi. For this meeting, Deng Rushan is quite satisfied with Wang Jianyi, but what attracts Deng Rushan is not the high-end decoration of Wang Ding's house, nor the precious collections that are full of his house, but just The simplicity and kindness of Uncle Wang Jianyi.

In Wang Jianyi's eyes, Deng Rushan vaguely felt the shadow of her father. Although Deng Rushan lacked paternal love, during the conversation with Wang Jianyi, Deng Rushan felt the warm power of this man, just like her father.

In addition, Wang Lingling is such a lovely younger sister. Although she is a few years younger than herself, she does not have any big generation gap with herself, and she communicates very cordially. Wang Lingling's talkativeness and support for her father's finding a wife made Deng Rushan I feel no worries.

However, the only uncertain factor, Deng Rushan is the son of Wang Jianyi.

Today's meeting, Deng Rushan did not see Wang Jianyi's son. Although she heard what the elder sister said that Wang Jianyi's son had no objections, she did not see him in person, so she was still on guard.

"Why don't you just wait a little longer, I think his son will be back soon."

The eldest sister grabbed Deng Rushan's arm, because the girl said that if Wang Jianyi's son had no objection, then she could arrange for her mother to meet Uncle Wang.How could the elder sister want to miss such a good marriage.

"Sister, it's okay. I didn't see him today. I will tell my mother. Uncle Wang Jianyi is really nice. I think my mother will like it. In short, the two of them will be together in the end. I believe you That said, his son has no objection."

"Well, that's right. Your mother is really blessed to have a daughter like you. Well, go back and tell your mother. Your mother will look after you. Basically, there is no problem with me."

The eldest sister said with a smile. "If your mother agrees to meet, the marriage will be half successful."

"Well, thank you, big sister." Deng Rushan naturally wants her mother to be happy. For so many years, she has raised herself up alone. Deng Rushan can understand the hardships.

And the character of most mothers and strong women is formed because of her living alone for so many years.Deng Rushan knew that deep down in her heart, Deng Shuping was a little woman, she was very soft, and she needed the company of a powerful man.

When Deng Rushan came out of Wang Ding's house, Wang Jianyi and Wang Lingling sent Deng Rushan downstairs. Originally, Wang Jianyi planned to drive Deng Rushan home, but he thought that if he was so active, people would think he was faking it. Didn't say that.

Wang Jianyi is most afraid of being misunderstood by others, and his kindness is also based on a moderate level. If blindly kindness goes too far and people have an illusion, then it becomes stupid.

When Deng Rushan came out of the community, she had a face-to-face meeting with Wang Ding. This was the first Wang Ding saw by Deng Rushan, so the latter had no time to dodge.

Although Deng Rushan didn't want to talk, but because her mother always emphasized to herself to talk more and express more, Deng Rushan shyly shouted, "Wang Dong."

"Deng Rushan..."

Wang Ding's voice was clearly flustered, he thought he had come back late enough and Deng Rushan should leave, but bumping into him at the gate of the community was really evil.

"you…"

"What's wrong with me?"

Deng Rushan looked at Wang Ding innocently, and felt that the weird expression on Wang Dong's face seemed to be blaming herself for something wrong.

"You're nothing, I mean what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I have a friend here. I'll see her." Deng Rushan specified that she didn't want Wang Ding to know about her family affairs, but she didn't know that Wang Ding actually knew it.

"Look at my friend, I...I'm going home, then you..."

"I'm going home too."

It always felt weird, because the last time Deng Rushan saw Wang Ding, his vigorous and capable temperament was completely different from the current Wang Ding, and she realized that maybe she really made a mistake, or Wang Ding was not normal. Deng Rushan was about to trot away, but when she got nervous, she suddenly lost her footing. Deng Rushan stumbled onto a stone, and with a whimper, her small body tilted so that she lost her center of gravity and fell down.

"Be careful…"

Wang Ding was very close to Deng Rushan, just over one meter. Seeing Deng Rushan fall down, Wang Ding stretched out his arms to wrap around Deng Rushan's waist.

His left hand was not grasping firmly, and Wang Ding subconsciously grabbed Deng Rushan's buttocks with his right hand. With this fishing, Wang Ding's right hand pressed down on Deng Rushan's buttocks, and his fingers sank into it. Kanae felt an unknown pleasure passing through his fingertips.

When Wang Ding touched her butt, and he was still holding her waist, Deng Rushan's face turned red all of a sudden, she looked at Wang Ding, and Wang Ding also looked at Deng Rushan from a better angle, her eyes met in embarrassment, Wang Ding Seeing the blush on Deng Rushan's face pulled back to her ears, she felt a little confused for a moment.

"Wang Dong, you... let go of me." (To be continued.)