Rebirth of the best maniac

Thinking of this, Long Aotian said with a faint smile: "Uncle, good paintings can't be called good paintings, it's just a little bit of superficial knowledge!"

Murong Wei squinted his deep eyes and looked at Long Aotian and said: "In this case, then Aotian, you can make a painting!"

Looking around at the paintings on the wall, Long Aotian questioned: "Uncle, these paintings must be the works of Master Xu Beihong, right? And in my opinion, Uncle, these works of yours are genuine, without any flaws."

Murong Wei nodded, gave Long Aotian an approving look and said with a smile: "Aotian is good! The "The Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountain" and "The Galloping Horse" are indeed written by Xu Beihong. He is still the No.1 Chinese painting in Huaguo. Passed away, a generation of great people passed away like this, they really cannot stand the test of time, life is too short." Speaking of this, Murong Wei's eyes slowly revealed a trace of sadness.

Long Aotian shook his head and said with a smile: "Uncle, no, no, is life so short? As long as you live a happy life and do what you want to do, that's enough."

Murong Wei nodded when he heard it, and sighed: "Aotian, what you said is right, life is short and hard!"

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other and laughed lightly. The laughter gave people the feeling that Murong Wei and Long Aotian were brothers who hadn't seen each other for several years and suddenly met each other.

At the same moment, Murong Xue, who was waiting outside, muttered to himself: "What happened to Aotian and his father? Why don't you come out, you are almost suffocating." Naturally, Long Aotian and Murong Xue were inside the study The laughter was not loud, so naturally it didn't reach Murong Xue's ears.

A noble and beautiful woman walked towards Murong Xue slowly, and said with a faint smile, "Xue'er, don't worry! Your father won't do anything to your boyfriend!"

Murong Xue turned her head to look, and said softly, "Mother, are you here? How do you know that my father can't do anything?"

The person who came was Guo Lanying. Guo Lanying couldn't help showing a stern smile on her face and said: "It's not because of your mother and I talked with your father. Now it is a period of free love. That is the right to oppose love between men and women."

A blush appeared on Murong Xue's face, she lowered her head and said, "Mother, you treat me well! It's just that my father is too rigid. I really don't know how my father pursued my mother in the first place."

Guo Lanying laughed and said, "Xue'er, your father is not as rigid as you said, you don't understand him, when you understand him, or understand your own lover, you will understand, love someone For what reason?"

It is obvious that Murong Xue is still very puzzled by Guo Lanying's words!Naturally, Guo Lanying and Murong Xue then had a heart-to-heart chat...

In the study room, Long Aotian stared intently and said: "Uncle, Xu Beihong is the master of Huaguo traditional Chinese painting that I think you like more than you!"

Murong Wei nodded lightly, and saw Long Aotian continue to say: "Hua Guo Chinese Painting No. 1 Xu Beihong, uncle, I also like his works very much! We can be said to be like-minded people, since this is the case, uncle, I will paint Let me show you! I’m only scratching the surface first.”

Murong Wei put it away, lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice: "Then Aotian, let's paint! My study has all the four treasures of the study, let's make a picture!" At this point, Murong Wei also vacated the place for painting on the desk, facing Long Ao Heaven cast a glance.

Long Aotian smiled lightly and said nothing, walked lightly to the place Murong Wei vacated and slowly picked up the paintbrush in his hand.

As soon as Long Aotian picked up the brush, Long Aotian wrote like a god, and the painting was smooth and flowing. This made Murong Wei stare at Long Aotian and sigh inwardly: Aotian, it really is amazing, the brush is like a god, I don’t know what Aotian did How about the painting?Thinking of this, Murong Wei's interest has gradually been aroused. Now Murong Wei is already concentrating on watching Long Aotian's paintings. For a master painter, it is natural to have a good time when meeting like-minded people. Pay attention.

But in a short time, galloping horses appeared on the painting, yes, what Long Aotian did was Master Xu Beihong's "Horses".

The passage of time also announced the end of the painting, Long Aotian slowly put down the brush, and said with a faint smile: "Master Xu Beihong's early horses have a kind of indifferent poetic flavor of literati, showing the attitude of "hesitating and looking back, Xiao Ran is lonely". Later, Master Xu Beihong realized that artists should not be confined to the narcissism of art, but should share the same fate with the country, and put artistic creation into the fiery life, so his horse became a symbol of the awakening national spirit. And after the founding of Huaguo, his horse became a symbol of "the mountains and rivers return to China after a hundred battles, and the rough and rough roads are shoveled away", and it still looks like galloping, but there is less anxiety and sorrow, and more joy and excitement."

"So the paintings I made, Uncle, are only [-]% similar to Master Xu Beihong. What a joke! What a joke!"

Murong Wei looked at the realistic painting "Horses" in front of him and sighed: "Aotian, your paintings are really amazing, you don't just understand the superficial, if I don't see that your paintings are drawn by you, I'm afraid I thought it was Xu Beihong's work! The seven-point resemblance is also very powerful! Even I, who has been a painter for many years, are willing to bow down, but why do I still have a three-point expression?" Speaking of this, Murong Wei exudes a mature man. A look of embarrassment and bewilderment appeared on his face.

When Long Aotian saw what Murong Wei said, he immediately shook his head and said bitterly: "Xu Beihong is good at using horses as metaphors for people and objects to express his feelings, so as to express his patriotic enthusiasm. The horses in Xu Beihong's works are "cleaning the eternity of all horses." , has a unique attitude of being energetic and heroic. The horses painted by me, Long Aotian, are not comparable to those of Master Xu Beihong. Like a wild horse running wild, regardless of right or wrong in the world, it just goes forward.”

"And uncle, why do you have to belittle yourself so much? Uncle, you are the chairman of the Murong Group! This company is so powerful, but what is the goal pursued by many people? And uncle, you must have heard what Master Xu Beihong said: " One can be without arrogance, but not without arrogance."

Murong Wei smiled lightly and said: "Aotian, what you said is not bad, not bad. Uncle gave you a sentence: "Hold the power of the world in your hands, and look at the common people with a smile." Uncle believes that you will be able to achieve it in the future. Now, Aotian, you should leave first! Uncle Continue to paint, the future is the era of young people, and talented people will emerge from generation to generation."

Long Aotian was secretly startled: Why did Murong Wei say this to me? Isn't it my goal to "hold the power of the world in your hands and look at the common people with a smile"?Thinking of this, although Long Aotian was puzzled, he still smiled and said: "Then, uncle, I will leave first." Long Aotian walked slowly towards the door of the study...

Murong Wei looked at Long Aotian's back with his blade-like eyes, and sighed secretly: Long Aotian from the Long family, hey, it's really amazing, and he was even dubbed "waste material" by outsiders. Whoever treats him as a waste material will probably die a dismal death.Speaking of this, Murong Wei sighed and shook his head while looking at the realistic painting "Horses" on the desk.

At this moment Long Aotian has also left the study room, Murong Wei said with a light smile: "The Long family produces a genius again, the Long family is indeed more talented, it is tiring to watch it from the sidelines! Star Soul!"

"So-so, so-so! Brother Wei!" A figure suddenly flashed behind the study.

Murong Wei snorted and said, "Brother Wei? Xinghun, don't always call me that! You don't care how old I am, do you?"

This figure is naturally Long Xinghun, the Patriarch of the Long Family, and Long Xinghun smiled and said: "It's enough if you are older than you. I'm talking about Brother Wei, we have been buddies for more than ten years. Brothers, your Murong Group is developing!" It's astonishing."

Murong Wei smiled bitterly and said, "Your wife, Lin Xue, is the real strongman! Strong woman! She can control such a huge enterprise as "Dragon". It's really impossible for me to come!"

Long Xinghun curled his lips and snorted when he heard this: "Brother Wei, you are really belittling yourself as Aotian said, I, Long Xinghun, see your strength, and you have such a virtuous person Wife, you should be happy, hey, thinking of my wife, I feel like I'm living on the boundary between heaven and hell."

Murong Wei's eyes showed gratitude and said: "However, it's good to have a strong woman wife, Xing Hun. I said that if it wasn't for your support back then, how would I, Murong Wei, be where I am today? How would I be where the Murong Group is today." Murong Wei's tone became tougher the more he said it.

Long Xinghun smiled lightly and said: "Brother, there is no need to say more about these polite words of gratitude. In the future, I believe that my son Long Aotian will definitely hold the power of the world as you said, and look at the common people with a smile, even though the journey is full of hardships. The ups and downs, my son is bound to surpass me, this is the son of my Long Xinghun!" Having said this, Long Xinghun exuded a strong aura of contempt for heaven and earth.

Naturally, the reason why Long Aotian didn't discover the existence of Long Xinghun before was because Long Xinghun didn't have "murderous aura" in his ability, and the strength of Long Xinghun was unfathomable, how could Long Aotian discover it?

Murong Wei's face darkened, and he laughed loudly: "With your brother as in-law, I, Murong Wei, have no regrets in this life. Although I know that your son will have many women in the future, I believe that my daughter will definitely occupy a certain part of your son. weight."

Long Xinghun's face was gloomy, his eyes flickered, and he sighed: "Wei brother, you can think so, it's great, but I don't know what your daughter would think? I have seen Xue'er's picture too. I haven't seen her for a few years, it's even more charming."

Murong Wei turned pale, rolled his eyes and said to Long Xinghun: "Since Xiaoxue chose Long Aotian, he should bear this. I told her before that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Since my daughter If I don't give up, what can I do? Xinghun, we will be in-laws one day in the future!"

Long Xinghun chuckled and said: "Yes! In-laws! Brother, my son committed suicide, hey!"

A trace of helplessness and wry smile appeared on Murong Wei's face.

Then the two chatted for a long time, but they were all talking about brotherhood!

If Long Aotian saw this scene, his eyes would probably fall off, because Murong Wei and Long Xingxing are actually old brothers for decades?How could he not be surprised by this?At the same time, his father, Long Xinghun, actually said that he was murdered by Peach Blossom?This might surprise him even more!It's just that he doesn't know all this now!