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The part next to the store door specializes in selling the four treasures of the study pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The fourth chapter is the first!
The wooden windows in the shop were not open, so they looked a little dim.
Besides them, there is a customer in the shop.
She is a lady, although she is over the middle of the year, she is very well maintained and has a unique charm.
At this moment, she was standing in front of a wooden frame, selecting inkstones.
"Anything?"
At this moment, an old voice came.
The two looked in the direction of the sound, and saw an old man with gray hair sitting behind the mahogany bar, holding an old-fashioned big pipe in his hand.
Zhang Mengyao looked at the old man a few times and said, "Boss, do you guys mount the painting?"
"Let's take a look at the painting first!"
The old man didn't say whether he could mount the painting, instead he had to look at the painting first.
Interesting.
Time, Lin Xian became interested in this store.
Zhang Mengyao was taken aback for a moment, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why look at the painting? Boss, can you mount the painting?"
She thought the boss was talking very strange.
Can you mount it? You can just give it a chance, and you have to look at the painting first.
The old man smoked a few puffs of cigarettes, and said in a hurry, "Can you mount the painting? It depends on whether the painting is worth mounting. Since the opening of my shop, I have never mounted an unnamed painting in Wenfangzhai. The painting. It is only framed if you can see it. If you don't see it, where to go back and forth!"
For this pretense, Lin Xian gave 101 points, an extra point is to make him proud.
Zhang Mengyao didn't believe it at all, looked around the surroundings of the store, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Although she didn't speak, her expression seemed to say that you are a small broken shop, what famous paintings can be framed.
"Hey!"
The old man stopped doing it immediately and he hummed: "Does Han Xizai know about the night banquet picture? My master participated in the repair and mounting. Have you heard of "Luo Shen Fu Tu"? In the repair and mounting list, the second in the first row is me. If you don't believe me, I am. Let’s go to the old museum!"
"Really?"
Zhang Mengyao looked surprised.
These two paintings are not small, but they are truly national treasures.
The old man continued to smoke his big pipe, curling his lips and said: "I'm so old, I still lie to you, this little girl? How fresh!"
"Old man, then you can help me take a look, which one is better than the famous paintings in the Forbidden City!"
Hearing this, Zhang Mengyao's eyes lit up and she stepped forward and said.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
The old man got smoke in his mouth and coughed up his neck.
Zhang Mengyao's remarks really brought him to the show.
Who is better than those famous paintings in the Forbidden City?
You seem to be making me laugh deliberately.
Even the lady who had been silently choosing inkstones couldn't help but glance at them.
After a while, the old man stopped his coughing and joked: "The little girl talks quite funny."
"Who is teasing, watch for yourself!"
Zhang Mengyao quit, came to the mahogany bar, opened the scroll, and spread it gently on the table.
The old man put down the big pipe and reached out to turn on the lamp on the table.
This lamp seems to be professional, the light is very bright, but it is not dazzling and is somewhat similar to a medical shadowless lamp, which reduces the shadows on it.
After finishing this, he then looked at the painting on the table.
At a glance, the whole person couldn't help being stunned.
"Hiss!"
After a while, the old man took a deep breath, looked at Lin Xian in shock, and asked, "Young man, did you paint this?"
If it weren't for this painting, the paint hadn't dried completely, he wouldn't believe it was painted by this young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.
However, the various details in the painting prove that this painting was painted by Lin Xian.
First of all, the woman in the painting is the little girl in front of me.
Secondly, in the blank space at the lower left corner of the drawing paper, it clearly reads "Writing at the Zijinshan Watching Pavilion, as a gift to his girlfriend Zhang Mengyao, happy birthday-October 18, 2015, Lin Xian"
He has been in this industry since he was a child. The paintings he has seen do not know the geometry, and he can tell at a glance that the paint of this painting is not dry, and the painting time should not exceed 2 hours.
Combining the appearance of two young people, it is not difficult to guess that the painter is Lin Xian.
It is said that people are old-fashioned, ghosts are old-fashioned, this is really true.
Seeing his shocked expression, Zhang Mengyao smiled triumphantly: "Master, how is it? I didn't lie to you, right!"
"The little girl really didn't lie to me!"
After talking, the old man looked at Lin Xian and said with a serious face, "How do you call this little gentleman?"
The Mr. in his mouth is not Mr. and Ms. in modern society, this common name.
It is a respectful name.
This kind of name was very popular during the Republic of China. At that time, scholars who were respected and learned were honored as Mr.
The difference between these two titles is obvious.
The modern name is usually the last name plus Mr.
For example, Mr. Lin, this is a common name in modern times, just for politeness.
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The part next to the store door specializes in selling the four treasures of the study pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The fourth chapter is the first!
The wooden windows in the shop were not open, so they looked a little dim.
Besides them, there is a customer in the shop.
She is a lady, although she is over the middle of the year, she is very well maintained and has a unique charm.
At this moment, she was standing in front of a wooden frame, selecting inkstones.
"Anything?"
At this moment, an old voice came.
The two looked in the direction of the sound, and saw an old man with gray hair sitting behind the mahogany bar, holding an old-fashioned big pipe in his hand.
Zhang Mengyao looked at the old man a few times and said, "Boss, do you guys mount the painting?"
"Let's take a look at the painting first!"
The old man didn't say whether he could mount the painting, instead he had to look at the painting first.
Interesting.
Time, Lin Xian became interested in this store.
Zhang Mengyao was taken aback for a moment, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why look at the painting? Boss, can you mount the painting?"
She thought the boss was talking very strange.
Can you mount it? You can just give it a chance, and you have to look at the painting first.
The old man smoked a few puffs of cigarettes, and said in a hurry, "Can you mount the painting? It depends on whether the painting is worth mounting. Since the opening of my shop, I have never mounted an unnamed painting in Wenfangzhai. The painting. It is only framed if you can see it. If you don't see it, where to go back and forth!"
For this pretense, Lin Xian gave 101 points, an extra point is to make him proud.
Zhang Mengyao didn't believe it at all, looked around the surroundings of the store, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Although she didn't speak, her expression seemed to say that you are a small broken shop, what famous paintings can be framed.
"Hey!"
The old man stopped doing it immediately and he hummed: "Does Han Xizai know about the night banquet picture? My master participated in the repair and mounting. Have you heard of "Luo Shen Fu Tu"? In the repair and mounting list, the second in the first row is me. If you don't believe me, I am. Let’s go to the old museum!"
"Really?"
Zhang Mengyao looked surprised.
These two paintings are not small, but they are truly national treasures.
The old man continued to smoke his big pipe, curling his lips and said: "I'm so old, I still lie to you, this little girl? How fresh!"
"Old man, then you can help me take a look, which one is better than the famous paintings in the Forbidden City!"
Hearing this, Zhang Mengyao's eyes lit up and she stepped forward and said.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
The old man got smoke in his mouth and coughed up his neck.
Zhang Mengyao's remarks really brought him to the show.
Who is better than those famous paintings in the Forbidden City?
You seem to be making me laugh deliberately.
Even the lady who had been silently choosing inkstones couldn't help but glance at them.
After a while, the old man stopped his coughing and joked: "The little girl talks quite funny."
"Who is teasing, watch for yourself!"
Zhang Mengyao quit, came to the mahogany bar, opened the scroll, and spread it gently on the table.
The old man put down the big pipe and reached out to turn on the lamp on the table.
This lamp seems to be professional, the light is very bright, but it is not dazzling and is somewhat similar to a medical shadowless lamp, which reduces the shadows on it.
After finishing this, he then looked at the painting on the table.
At a glance, the whole person couldn't help being stunned.
"Hiss!"
After a while, the old man took a deep breath, looked at Lin Xian in shock, and asked, "Young man, did you paint this?"
If it weren't for this painting, the paint hadn't dried completely, he wouldn't believe it was painted by this young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.
However, the various details in the painting prove that this painting was painted by Lin Xian.
First of all, the woman in the painting is the little girl in front of me.
Secondly, in the blank space at the lower left corner of the drawing paper, it clearly reads "Writing at the Zijinshan Watching Pavilion, as a gift to his girlfriend Zhang Mengyao, happy birthday-October 18, 2015, Lin Xian"
He has been in this industry since he was a child. The paintings he has seen do not know the geometry, and he can tell at a glance that the paint of this painting is not dry, and the painting time should not exceed 2 hours.
Combining the appearance of two young people, it is not difficult to guess that the painter is Lin Xian.
It is said that people are old-fashioned, ghosts are old-fashioned, this is really true.
Seeing his shocked expression, Zhang Mengyao smiled triumphantly: "Master, how is it? I didn't lie to you, right!"
"The little girl really didn't lie to me!"
After talking, the old man looked at Lin Xian and said with a serious face, "How do you call this little gentleman?"
The Mr. in his mouth is not Mr. and Ms. in modern society, this common name.
It is a respectful name.
This kind of name was very popular during the Republic of China. At that time, scholars who were respected and learned were honored as Mr.
The difference between these two titles is obvious.
The modern name is usually the last name plus Mr.
For example, Mr. Lin, this is a common name in modern times, just for politeness.
The part next to the store door specializes in selling the four treasures of the study pen, ink, paper and inkstone.The fourth chapter is the first!The wooden windows in the shop were not open, so they looked a little dim.Besides them, there is a customer in the shop.She is a lady, although she is over the middle of the year, she is very well maintained and has a unique charm.At this moment, she was standing in front of a wooden frame, selecting inkstones."Anything?"At this moment, an old voice came.The two looked in the direction of the sound, and saw an old man with gray hair sitting behind the mahogany bar, holding an old-fashioned big pipe in his hand.Zhang Mengyao looked at the old man a few times and said, "Boss, do you guys mount the painting?""Let's take a look at the painting first!"The old man didn't say whether he could mount the painting, instead he had to look at the painting first.Interesting.Time, Lin Xian became interested in this store.Zhang Mengyao was taken aback for a moment, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why look at the painting? Boss, can you mount the painting?"She thought the boss was talking very strange.Can you mount it? You can just give it a chance, and you have to look at the painting first.The old man smoked a few puffs of cigarettes, and said in a hurry, "Can you mount the painting? It depends on whether the painting is worth mounting. Since the opening of my shop, I have never mounted an unnamed painting in Wenfangzhai. The painting. It is only framed if you can see it. If you don't see it, where to go back and forth!"For this pretense, Lin Xian gave 101 points, an extra point is to make him proud.Zhang Mengyao didn't believe it at all, looked around the surroundings of the store, and couldn't help but curl his lips.Although she didn't speak, her expression seemed to say that you are a small broken shop, what famous paintings can be framed."Hey!"The old man stopped doing it immediately and he hummed: "Does Han Xizai know about the night banquet picture? My master participated in the repair and mounting. Have you heard of "Luo Shen Fu Tu"? In the repair and mounting list, the second in the first row is me. If you don't believe me, I am. Let's go to the old museum!""Really?"Zhang Mengyao looked surprised.These two paintings are not small, but they are truly national treasures.The old man continued to smoke his big pipe, curling his lips and said: "I'm so old, I still lie to you, this little girl? How fresh!""Old man, then you can help me take a look, which one is better than the famous paintings in the Forbidden City!"Hearing this, Zhang Mengyao's eyes lit up and she stepped forward and said."Cough cough cough!!!"The old man got smoke in his mouth and coughed up his neck.Zhang Mengyao's remarks really brought him to the show.Who is better than those famous paintings in the Forbidden City?You seem to be making me laugh deliberately.Even the lady who had been silently choosing inkstones couldn't help but glance at them.After a while, the old man stopped his coughing and joked: "The little girl talks quite funny.""Who is teasing, watch for yourself!"Zhang Mengyao quit, came to the mahogany bar, opened the scroll, and spread it gently on the table.The old man put down the big pipe and reached out to turn on the lamp on the table.This lamp seems to be professional, the light is very bright, but it is not dazzling and is somewhat similar to a medical shadowless lamp, which reduces the shadows on it.After finishing this, he then looked at the painting on the table.At a glance, the whole person couldn't help being stunned."Hiss!"After a while, the old man took a deep breath, looked at Lin Xian in shock, and asked, "Young man, did you paint this?"If it weren't for this painting, the paint hadn't dried completely, he wouldn't believe it was painted by this young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.However, the various details in the painting prove that this painting was painted by Lin Xian.First of all, the woman in the painting is the little girl in front of me.Secondly, in the blank space at the lower left corner of the drawing paper, it clearly reads "Writing at the Zijinshan Watching Pavilion, as a gift to his girlfriend Zhang Mengyao, happy birthday-October 18, 2015, Lin Xian"He has been in this industry since he was a child. The paintings he has seen do not know the geometry, and he can tell at a glance that the paint of this painting is not dry, and the painting time should not exceed 2 hours.Combining the appearance of two young people, it is not difficult to guess that the painter is Lin Xian.It is said that people are old-fashioned, ghosts are old-fashioned, this is really true.Seeing his shocked expression, Zhang Mengyao smiled triumphantly: "Master, how is it? I didn't lie to you, right!""The little girl really didn't lie to me!"After talking, the old man looked at Lin Xian and said with a serious face, "How do you call this little gentleman?"The Mr. in his mouth is not Mr. and Ms. in modern society, this common name.It is a respectful name.This kind of name was very popular during the Republic of China. At that time, scholars who were respected and learned were honored as Mr.The difference between these two titles is obvious.The modern name is usually the last name plus Mr.For example, Mr. Lin, this is a common name in modern times, just for politeness.
