Soul Painter

　　 Facing Gao Fan’s question.

　　 Feng Yuan laughed and said, "How can such a good thing be considered torture? Come on, Xiao Gao, last time you showed "A Thousand Miles Hungry Picture", this time I will also show you a good thing."

　　Speaking, Feng Yuan took Gao Fan into his house.

　　 The house is a bit empty.

　　 Especially in the hallway, there is nothing.

　　 Gao Fan remembers that when he came the last time, there were a lot of tea boxes piled up in the hallway. It was Feng Yuan’s ‘bundling repair’, which is also the rite of apprenticeship.

Confucius received ten dried meats for bundle repair. Feng Yuan received tea, or it should be said that it was just a "tea box", because when he waited for his apprentices to become a teacher, Feng Yuan would ask them to take things away again. These "tea boxes" were just for display. This is just letting go.

　　 But at the moment none of the tea boxes are there.

　　 It seems that Feng Yuan hasn't taught students in this year.

　　 Gao Fan couldn't help feeling strange, so he asked, "Where is Brother Cheng?"

　　 Senior Brother Cheng is Cheng Jingtao, a sixth-grade elementary school student, who is considered Gao Fan’s senior by seniority, but the last time he was hit by the ‘art circle monster’ with a system like Gao Fan, he almost broke off his artistic beliefs.

　　 "I have become a disciple." Feng Yuan said casually.

　　 "Is this going to be a disciple?" Gao Fan was curious. From last year to this year, the time is very short. Based on Brother Cheng, it is very difficult to imagine. Is this what fruit has been eaten so that the skill is greatly improved?

　　 "He is not willing, so I recommend him to learn oil painting from your master." Feng Yuan said.

　　 Can it still be like this?

　　 But Lu Guoying’s mouth, can Cheng Jingtao bear it?

　　 "That's it... Then Brother Cheng may have given up his art career." Gao Fan said.

　　 Going further inside, this three-story single-family villa passed several rooms back and forth, and Gao Fan didn't see a single figure.

　　 "Sir, where are my sister and my sister who has never met?" Gao Fan couldn't help asking.

　　 I saw Mrs. Feng last time.

　　 "They..." Feng Yuan blushed on his face, as if he wanted to panic, but because of his character, he couldn't tell a lie, so he wanted to confuse him.

　　 "Mother, doesn't she want to divorce you, right?" Gao Fan passed by with an inspiration.

Ok? Feng Yuan stopped and looked at Gao Fan in surprise, "Lao Lu told you? This smasher!"

　　 "No, I guess, what about Senior Sister?" Gao Fan shook his head and looked at Feng Yuan's flushing face. Another inspiration passed by, "She doesn't want to break away from your father-daughter relationship, right?"

　　 Feng Yuan stood there and looked at Gao Fan, his eyes were astonished as if he saw a devil.

　　 "I guessed, guessed." Gao Fan explained.

"Xiao Gao, what are you guessing? This is a scheming man." Feng Yuan shook his head and sighed. When he walked forward, his back was no longer straight, as if he was a few dozen years old. All the excitement of watching the baby is gone.

　　 Oh... Gao Fan was looking at Feng Yuan Laomai's back, thinking a lot, no wonder he became thin like this, he had experienced such a change, but...what is it? Makes his wife to leave, and the son to leave.

　　 You must know that Feng Yuanke was once the president of the Qing Dynasty, a government official, and the most prosperous official position in the domestic art world. With such a status, it can hardly be regarded as a family change, but a scandal in the art circle and politics.

　　 It seems that Gao Fan has been painting in Bostno for a year, and the domestic changes are not small.

Feng Yuan took Gao Fan to the innermost room on the second floor. This was originally his study room. It was a little messy because it was not cleaned for a long time, but Gao Fan saw the scroll spread out on the desk at a glance. Ancient book.

　　 Because the mystery in the ancient books is too strong.

"Look at Xiao Gao, you have researched Song history, don't you understand Qing dynasty cultural relics?" Feng Yuan got interested again, pulled Gao Fan to the table, and let Gao Fan look at the ancient scroll on the table like a treasure. "Especially this antique roll, but there is a...the fairy in the roll hidden inside~"

　　 Feng Yuan showed off to Gao Fan in a low voice with mystery and excitement, like a kid who has a baby but dare not make a loud noise.

　　 "Fairy in the scroll?" Gao Fan was surprised, and he stared at the ancient book again.

The mystery is right, but if the mystery is revealed to ordinary people like Feng Yuan, there are only two possibilities. One is that the mystery on it has reached a level close to the law, or that Feng Yuan has been immersed in mystery and crossed. Crossed the taboo line and entered the dark side world.

　　 Gao Fan frowned, now it seems that it is the second possibility, is Feng Yuan already ‘contaminated’? There was a wave of horror and anger in his heart, and with unknown fear, what would the end of ordinary people be infected with mystery? Death is the best result, right... Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to touch the ancient scroll.

　　 was slapped by Feng Yuan.

　　 "Don't move, your hands are heavy, and you broke the pages of the book for me." Feng Yuan said, he still remembers Gao Fan slapped "A Thousand Miles of Hungry" and photographed the mineral dyes flying all over the sky.

Ah. Gao Fan smiled and closed his hand, watching Feng Yuan use a small tweezers to gently scroll through the pages of the book until he reached the top page, where the words "Red Mansion Fragments" were written in traditional Chinese characters.

　　 "The Fragmented Red Mansions? What do you mean?" Gao Fan asked, figuring out the source of the mystery, and then knowing what happened.

　　 "This book is enough to prove that "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Story of the Stone" are two books." Feng Yuan said excitedly.

　　 "How do you say?" Gao Fan asked curiously. He didn't understand literature and knew that this was actually a book.

"The Red Mansion is a painting, and the stone is a book." Feng Yuan said triumphantly, turning over the text one page after another. Gao Fan had noticed just now that it is true that all the books are paintings, and the paintings are all paintings with fine brushwork. The brushwork is deep and penetrating on the back of the paper. Although it is plain, it gives people a sense of colorfulness. The artist's meticulous brushwork skills for this volume have definitely reached its level.

"The Dream of Red Mansions and the Stone Book are a set, but for some reason, the Dream of the Red Mansions has never been passed down. In history, there should be a woman who is as talented as Cao Xueqin, but her calligraphy and calligraphy are excellent. The written stone notes." Feng Yuan said again.

　　 So, is it another human pillar swallowed by demons?

　　 If other people hear Feng Yuan say this, they will definitely think that Feng Yuan has a problem in his head.

　　 But Gao Fan is a mysterious witness. Wang Ximeng's inspiration is still in his inspiration hall. If you say crazy, Gao Fan is the most crazy one. Of course, he will not question Feng Yuan for the first time.

　　 With Feng Yuan’s explanation, more and more solemn mysteries began to converge on him and the Fragmented Red Mansions.

　　 is like one person and one book, all of them are born with mysterious brilliance, attract each other, and depend on each other.

　　 And Feng Yuan's voice also became nothingness in Gao Fan's ears.

　　 It seems that there is another voice in harmony with it.

"...The dreams of spring are scattered with the clouds, and the flowers are flowing with the water. Sending messages to all children, why bother to look for leisure~www.readwn.com~Too illusory realm: when the fake is true, the truth is also false, there is no place for nothing but nothing. It is sigh that the love of the past and the present is endless; the foolish man complains about the girl, and the poor Fengyue debt is hard to pay."

　　 The sound is clear and lingering, like a clear spring flowing, revealing a refreshing charm.

　　 So Gao Fan looked up at this moment.

　　 saw the woman sitting across from the desk.

　　 She wears a plain snow robe, but her face is more pure than her clothes. At first glance, she has a sense of melting ice and snow and clear mountain springs. Her voice and smile can be called as elegant as an immortal.

　　 looked at her.

　　 Look at Feng Yuan next to him again.

　　 Gao Fan suddenly understood why Feng Yuan could see the truth behind the mystery, why his wife and daughter had to leave him again, this was...being fascinated by the vixen!

return!

Gao Fan reduced his unknowingly increased frequency of thinking to the dimension of reality. The book in front of him is still a book, and Feng Yuan is staring at the opposite side of the desk obsessively, as if looking at a goddess who dreams about the soul. .

　　What kind of fairy in the scroll, but devil minions!

　　 "Monster!"

　　 Gao Fan grabbed the Dream of Red Mansions and suddenly felt mysterious bombardment in his hands.

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