The best perspective expert

Chapter 59 Mr. Leisurely
The small town of Yanjiao has a history of 3000 years. It was famous as early as the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods. There are hundreds of companies, dozens of universities, and dozens of national scientific research institutes. Of course, there are more ordinary people working in the capital and living in Yanjiao.

Due to the rapid rise in the cost of living in the capital, Yanjiao has become the first choice for some people to settle down.But now, the housing prices in Yanjiao are not low, and they seem to be higher than those in the capital.Xiaowangzhuang is such a small village between the city and the countryside. The houses in the village are well-built and there are many people, but there are also dilapidated places. Han Zhenyang dragged an old man by the roadside to ask for directions, and he was very cheerful. Tell him the location of Lao Xue's house.

Old Xue’s house is very small, with only three rooms, and it is an old-fashioned private house. The decoration is average, but it is cleaned cleanly, and the walls are painted white. There's not a speck of dust underneath.Not only that, there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the snow-white walls, which are very elegant. When entering the door, there is a freehand landscape painting. The mountains in the painting are not high and the water is not long, but it has a leisurely and contented mood.

The living room is also not big, less than fifteen square meters, but surprisingly clean, as if walking into a temple in a remote mountain and forest. The leisurely and clean atmosphere reminded him of Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine Part Five".

Settled in the human world, without chaos.

Ask Jun Henenger? My heart is far away.

Plucking chrysanthemum under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better day by day, and the birds are returning.

There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to discern it.

This place is not under the eastern fence, nor in the South Mountain, there are no birds, no mountain atmosphere, and the noise of carriages and horses, but that kind of leisurely and contented attitude and self-centered mind are hidden in these three small houses middle.

The true meaning in this really cannot be described in words.

The owner of the room, Old Xue, was tall and thin, but his eyes were clear, and he couldn't tell where he was mentally abnormal.Old Xue was wearing a white T-shirt, also clean, and his sparse silver hair was combed neatly, obviously he was a particular person.

Is this kind of person mentally ill?
Han Zhenyang didn't quite believe it, so he smiled and said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Xue?"

"My surname is Xue, what's the matter?"

Seeing that it was the real master, Han Zhenyang didn't play any small tricks. Facing such an old man, he couldn't afford to be so thoughtful, so he took out the lid of the Sanyang Kaitai pot in his bag and handed it over, and asked straight to the point: "What is this pot? Is Gai's original match still in your hands?"

Lao Xue took the lid of the pot and touched it carefully for a moment, his eyes were full of nostalgia, but he quickly shook his head, "It's gone," Han Zhenyang's thoughts suddenly sank, but he soon heard Lao Xue continue: "This pot was still intact when it was sold to Xiao Zhao from the village half a year ago. How come there is only a lid left in your hands?"

"Xiao Zhao?" Han Zhenyang hurriedly asked, "Where does he live?"

"I live in the three-story villa at the entrance of the village, the most magnificent one, I saw it in the past."

Han Zhenyang turned around and wanted to leave at that time, but when he checked his spiritual energy, he suddenly found that there were many good things hidden in Lao Xue's house, most of them were genuine products, and contained a lot of spiritual energy, such as the two-year-old official hat chair placed against the wall , Another example is the pair of blue and white porcelain paperweights on the desk, and even the purple sand flowerpot in the corner contains a strong khaki aura.

In addition to these seemingly ordinary daily necessities, there are more works of calligraphy and painting, but most of these are hidden in the dark compartment under the bed. If it were not for Han Zhenyang's pervasive aura, he would not have thought that there are hidden treasures in this almost undefended small house. Ancient calligraphy and paintings of inestimable value.

This discovery made him feel hot. If he could buy all these treasures, wouldn't he be rich?But how should I speak?

After thinking about it, he tentatively asked: "Mr. Xue, your flower pot is not bad, do you have any plans to sell it?"

Old man Xue shook his head expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Han Zhenyang secretly sighed, knowing that he might not be able to fulfill his wish today. This kind of old man who is older and calmer is the most difficult to deal with. They don't have high requirements for material life, as long as they can live on, they seldom do it for the sake of Sell ​​what you love for money.If it is an illiterate country old man, he can get it for three to five thousand, but Mr. Xue is obviously different. If he says he won't sell it, he will definitely not sell it. He probably won't even bat an eyelid even if the price is raised to sky-high prices. child's.

Besides, Han Zhenyang didn't plan to spend too much money, and he didn't have that much cash right now.

But let him turn around and leave like this, still a little unwilling, hesitated for a moment, and said seriously: "Mr. Xue, when I came, I heard that you are both excellent in calligraphy and painting, can you teach me a thing or two?"

"Oh? You understand this too?" Mr. Xue finally had some expressions on his face, and for the first time seriously looked at Han Zhenyang and the others.

Han Zhenyang nodded quickly, "I learned calligraphy and painting from my father since I was a child, but I didn't master it, so I want to buy some calligraphy from my husband for special research."

Old man Xue hummed noncommittally, turned to the desk, pointed to the inkstone and ink ingots and said "grind ink".

Han Zhenyang was overjoyed when he saw this, and knew that there was something to be done about it, so he hurriedly followed and began to grind the ink. His ink grinding skills were not comparable to that of Tong Zhenzhen, and his movements were more professional. He praised the ink in his hand while grinding, Yantai Well, the water bowl is good, even the paper and pen are praised.

It's not just flattering, but really nice.

Let’s just talk about this inkstone. At first glance, it looks very simple, but once you get started, you will know it is absolutely extraordinary. It feels delicate and smooth, but it is a bit heavy, and the surface is still glowing with a touch of luster. There is a layer of quite moist patina. Almost like jade.

The quality is good, and the carving work is also good. Although only a clump of orchid grass was carved, with just a few strokes, the indifferent, elegant, clean and quiet atmosphere of the orchid grass is vividly portrayed. It looks like the work of a famous sculptor.

It can even be said that there are more than ten treasures revealed in the room, and they are quite valuable, but the most tasteful and high-grade one is this inkstone.

When Han Zhenyang praised the inkstone so much, it really scratched Mr. Xue's itchy spot, which made the old man smile a little more. He was obviously very satisfied with Han Zhenyang's eyesight.Mr. Xue is the kind of person who hates ordinary people the most, and likes people who know goods the most.

After grinding the ink, Mr. Xue immediately began to paint. Only then did Han Zhenyang realize that the master's painting skills were unfathomable and tasteless. He knelt down and shouted conquer!

Originally, he just wanted to buy two sets of paintings with Mr. Xue to be close to friendship, and it would not be so abrupt to propose to buy Mr. Xue's treasure after the friendship is deep.As for the praise of the old man's "both calligraphy and painting", it is purely a compliment to the old man.

But he never expected that Mr. Xue is really unambiguous, and he really has the meaning of "both calligraphy and painting". Judging from this posture, this level is definitely at the level of a professor in a professional college, and may even be a part higher.

Real people don't show their faces, and they don't show their faces. This old man Xue is really a super expert hidden among the people!

It's worth it, this long journey is worth it!
Even if I couldn't find the body of the Sanyang Kaitai pot, this trip was not in vain.

Leaving aside the aura he absorbed from Mr. Xue, he has benefited a lot from what Mr. Xue showed.If it is an ordinary person, even if he can see that Mr. Zhao has extraordinary skills, he will not be able to learn it.

But he has supernatural powers, and his learning ability is far beyond that of ordinary people. If you observe carefully for a while, you can see the old man's skills in detail.This can be regarded as a unique skill, which is enough to raise his attainments in calligraphy and painting by one or more grades.

"Do you understand?" Mr. Xue asked casually after finishing his pen.

Han Zhenyang woke up suddenly, and nodded quickly, "Understood, Mr. Xue, your level is definitely at the level of a master. This method is your own creation, right? It's a bit like Mi Fu's Raindrop Cracking, and it's a bit like Fan Kuan's Douban Cun, there are some techniques that I have never seen before, it is amazing, this is definitely one of the most important creations in the history of calligraphy and painting."

"Hehe, that's right, you really understand, you're not talking nonsense," Mr. Xue said with a chuckle, "What's your name?"

Han Zhenyang quickly reported his name.

Mr. Xue nodded slightly, picked up a pen and wrote down the message to Han Zhenyang and the date of creation, and then took out a seal from the drawer, which was stained with ink pad and left a seal. Live up to the unorthodox knowledge his father taught him, recognized the word "Xian Sui", immediately smiled and said: "Your old name is really appropriate, Mr. Xian Sui, the artistic conception is really good."

"Huh? You actually know bronze inscriptions?" Old man Xue was even more surprised, because bronze inscriptions are rather boring and difficult to understand, and their practical value is not high. Except for those who specialize in studying ancient characters, almost no young people study this.But Han Zhenyang, who looks like a young man in his early twenties, can recognize it, which is really rare.

Moreover, the word "Xian Sui" is a bit uncommon, and even some professionals have to look through a dictionary to identify it. Young people like Han Zhenyang who can recognize it at a glance can be said to be unique.

Upon discovering this, the smile on Mr. Xue's face became even wider, and he took out a red and yellow stone from the drawer and threw it to Han Zhenyang, "Take it and use it, engrave a good seal, don't waste your golden inscriptions. "

Han Zhenyang took a closer look and was surprised again. The bloodstone was almost full of blood. The red bloodstone was mixed with yellow stripes, which looked very beautiful.He doesn't have much research on bloodstone, but he also knows that bloodstone is known as the "Queen of Stones" and is very valuable. It is a non-renewable resource like jadeite. Although this bloodstone is only as big as a mobile phone charger, it can be thrown on the market. Selling one million and 80 is just like playing.

Does Mr. Xue know the true value of bloodstone?Or really generous?
(End of this chapter)