gifted collector

Chapter 121 Pixiu is interested in "wet" ones?
I don't know how much time passed, Fang Ming finally twisted his neck and made a "cracking" sound - it was because he had been sitting for too long and his body was stiff.

Standing up, Fang Ming walked to the window and looked out. It was already late at night, and the old neighborhood was quiet. Because there were no lights, and no moonlight or stars in the sky, his vision was very poor, and he could only see a few trees not far away. Trees, and in the distance are clumps of darkness.

Fang Ming didn't feel sleepy at all, he was already in a state of confusion when he was at Zheng Ru's house - why did the Pixiu in his right hand only respond to the one painted by Zheng Ru and very few oil paintings?What kind of secret is there?
This question has been circling in Fang Ming's mind, and several hours have passed, but he still hasn't found the answer.

"Oh! What's the matter?"

Fang Ming pressed hard on his temple a few times. Thinking for a long time made him feel that his brain hurts, but the problem is that he still hasn't found out the reason.

It’s definitely not a problem with Pixiu’s ability—since it reacts to some oil paintings and accurately judges its value, it means that the ability is effective even in the face of Western oil paintings, sculptures, etc. The key to the problem now is Find out why Pixiu only responds to some oil paintings but not to others.

This question is very important, and it is the key to going abroad and searching for "antiques" from abroad in the future. It is precisely because of this that Fang Ming is so concerned about this matter.

Slowly raising his right hand, Fang Ming stared at it, as if there was a flower on it, first the back of his hand - nothing unusual, Pixiu didn't know where he was hiding at this time.Sighing softly, he slowly turned his hand around.

"what?"

Fang Ming was taken aback for a moment, he found that his finger was stained with something, and moved his hand in front of him in a heartbeat.

Oil paint, Fang Ming found some oil paint the size of a grain of rice on his finger.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Ming immediately remembered that these few oil paints should be painted by himself on Zheng Ru's unfinished painting.

"Is that the reason?"

Fang Ming thought about it carefully, and immediately realized that this was probably the reason!First of all, when my own person pressed his right hand on the unfinished oil painting of Zheng Ru, Pixiu appeared immediately, and the value of the appraisal was about 10. It was exactly the same when it was an antique, and more importantly, in the process of recollection, he found that the Pixiu in his right hand appeared after his right hand touched the unfinished oil painting of Zheng Ru?
In addition to this reason, Fang Ming couldn't think of any other original condition that caused his Pixiu to respond to the oil painting at the beginning and then stopped.

Responding to wet oil paint?

If this is the case, Pixiu’s supernatural powers will be quite useless when facing Western “antiques”——Western “antique” paintings have already been wiped out after many years of oil paint, which means that Pixiu is impossible to play a role at all. , sculpture and the like.

"Snapped!"

Slapping himself on the forehead, Fang Ming had a wry smile on his face. It's the same as not discovering such a superpower.

Back on the bed, Fang Ming lay there for a long time and still didn't fall asleep. Pixiu is only interested in wet oil paintings?This really made him quite depressed or he didn't want to accept it at all.

"Why don't you find Zheng Ru again tomorrow, and find some oil paintings through her to study?"

After this idea appeared, it was like a weed and couldn't stop.

"Why don't you call now?"

Looking at the time, he found that it was already three o'clock in the morning, so Fang Ming could only sigh, and gave up his thoughts on the sky—although he was impatient, he couldn't make people sleep, could he?

Time passed minute by minute. Fang Ming, who couldn't sleep at all, felt that the time passed very slowly, and the days seemed like years. He finally understood what this meant.In the end, Fang Ming didn't sleep at all, got up and turned on the computer to check some famous genres, painters and their main works in the history of Western art.

After finally staying up until seven in the morning, Fang Ming finally couldn't take it anymore and called Zheng Ru.

"Sister Ru, are you up yet?"

"Ah? What's the matter?"

Zheng Ru's lazy voice came from the phone, which immediately made a portrait of her in pajamas appear in Fang Ming's mind.

"Oh...it's like this. After I came back last night, I thought about it for a long time and found that I was still interested in oil painting. I wanted to take a look at it, but I don't know anyone in this field, so I see if you have anything to do with it. Shall I get close?"

Fang Ming felt a little embarrassed, he must have disturbed Zheng Ru's dream.

"Okay, no problem, how about it, you can pick me up in half an hour."

Fang Ming was overjoyed when he heard that, and immediately said, "Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Ming jumped up immediately, washed his face and brushed his teeth hastily, rushed out, and drove to Zheng Ru's house.

When Zheng Ru was downstairs, Fang Ming made a phone call, and she came down after a while.

"boom!"

After closing the car door and putting on the seat belt, Zheng Ru said, "Go to Ningde Road."

"it is good!"

Without further ado, Fang Ming drove immediately. Although he was still not familiar with the environment of Ningdong City, he quickly found Ningde Road through the navigation without Zheng Ru asking.He took a spot on the side of the road and parked the car, and Fang Ming couldn't help but take a few breaths when he got out of the car.

"Huh? What is this place? Why is there a smell of oil paint in the air?"

As soon as Fang Ming got out of the car, he could smell a heavy oil paint smell in the air, just like the one he smelled in Zheng Ru's studio before.

Could it be that the whole street is a studio?

It must be possible for one or several studios to make the air of a street smell like this. That's why Fang Ming had such an idea, and his idea was quickly confirmed.

"Ningde Street is the largest wholesale and production base of oil paintings and sculptures in our city. The decorative paintings and sculptures of more than a dozen surrounding cities, including Ningdong City, are drawn here. Because there are a large number of professional painters here. people who paint and make sculptures, and even a lot of established art studios are here.”

Zheng Ru led Fang Ming along the street as he spoke, and the smell of oil paint in the air became stronger the further he walked in, and the names of the studios one after another could be seen on both sides of the street, some of which were There are glass windows, and when I looked in, I found that many people were standing in front of one oil painting or sculpture after another and didn't know what to say.

"Heh, I didn't expect there to be such a place in Ningdong City. I'll have to visit it often in the future."

Fang Ming smiled and said to Zheng Ru: "If this place didn't smell of oil paint in the air, I would have thought it was a bar street or a coffee street."

There are many years old trees planted on both sides of the street. The huge branches and leaves block most of the sunlight and heat outside, leaving only the mottled ground. With characteristic sculptures and some tables and chairs, this place is definitely a good place to drink coffee and beer and chat with friends.

Nodding her head, Zheng Ru said with a smile: "That's true, you know, so-called artists are like this, they like to toss about these things, so these places on the street are arranged by each studio themselves, one is for They themselves provide a place to rest and at the same time a great way for them to display their artwork."

"Ha! That's true! This kind of place is a good place. Remember to call me when you come next time. I plan to study these Western art forms and see if I can go abroad to pick up leaks someday. .”

Gazing at Fang Ming, Zheng Ru said: "Every art form is broad and profound, such as porcelain and Chinese ink painting, as well as Western oil painting and sculpture. I have spent nearly 20 years on this. It’s because you know a little bit, but you actually want to go abroad to find leaks after you study it? You might as well kill me.”

Zheng Ru felt that Fang Ming was thinking a little too much.

Shaking his head, Fang Ming said: "Sister Ru, what you said is not wrong, but I think I still have a chance to catch the leak."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Zheng Ru's curiosity was aroused by Fang Ming, so she slowed down and listened to what Fang Ming had to say.

"I'm just studying the characteristics of Western art, not learning painting like you, so it won't take so long. The root of your identification of Western artworks comes from the fact that you are a master of painting, which comes from the practice of painting. Yes, I can completely avoid doing this, which saves a lot of time."

Of course, Fang Ming's biggest confidence is not in this, but in his own ability of Pixiu, but now he has a headache because Pixiu seems to be only interested in wet things. Once this can be solved, there will be no obstacles in picking up leaks abroad?
"Well, what you said does make sense."

Appraisal of a famous painting and painting a famous painting are of course two different things. The former may be solved after a month or a little longer time to check various materials, but the latter may require at least ten years of hard work, Zheng Ru As an expert in this field, she naturally understands the truth.

Spreading his hands, Fang Ming smiled and said, "Look, I'm always right, so don't question my words in the future."

"Whee!"

Zheng Ru made Fang Ming laugh at this sentence - she found that as long as she was with Fang Ming, she always laughed a lot, and getting along was natural and comfortable, and the two sides had common topics, which was quite a good feeling of.

After leading Fang Ming to the middle of Ningde Road, Zheng Ru pushed open the door of a studio and walked in.

(End of this chapter)