Chapter 292: Seven Gold Bars (6500 Votes Plus Updates)

The painting card can only be used twice a month, and it can last for one hour after each use, which means that Shi Lei can use the painting card to get a chance to possess a certain great artist for up to two hours a month.

Of course, it will not be used immediately, and the duration of one hour must be used wisely.

After walking out of the bathroom, Wei Xingyue was standing not far away waiting for him.

Walking to Wei Xingyue's side, Wei Xingyue stretched out his arms habitually to hold Shi Lei, and made a joke with a smile on her face: "Have you washed your hands yet?"

Shi Lei pulled his arm out of Wei Xingyue's hand in disgust, and said seriously: "No."

Wei Xingyue laughed, and took Shi Lei's arm again, but Shi Lei was also speechless.

Walking around half of the corridor, at the gate of the exhibition hall, two young women in cheongsams were already standing, welcoming every incoming guest.

Wei Xingyue took Shi Lei's arm and led him in. When entering the door, two young women bent slightly and said softly, "Welcome."

Shi Lei nodded to the two women, looked up, and saw several screen-like walls erected in the exhibition hall, dividing the entire exhibition hall into several areas of similar size.

Directly in front of it was a long table covered with a white cloth, and several long brocade boxes were placed on the white cloth.

Even if he doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting, Shi Lei also knows that those brocade boxes are used to hold calligraphy and painting works.

Standing by the table was a mute woman with a slight smile on her face, nodding to every guest who approached the long table.

At the two ends of the exhibition hall, there are two square tables, on which some tea drinks are placed.

Wei Xingyue took Shi Lei's arm and brought him to the long table in front of him. When passing those screen-like walls, Shi Lei saw that there were some paintings and calligraphy hanging irregularly on those walls. There are still some hollows on the wall, and the surface is covered with transparent glass, and there are utensils of different shapes and materials inside. No need to think about it, these utensils are all antiques, and each one is worth a lot.

"Miss, is Lao Bai here?" Wei Xingyue asked, holding Shi Lei's arm.

Chen Mute nodded, and gestured a little, not dumb words, but simple gestures, even Shi Lei could understand, she meant that Lao Bai had arrived, she was just chatting with a friend, and would come over soon.

"These are the exhibits other than Zhang Sengyao's imitation?" Wei Xingyue looked down at the long table, and Shi Lei discovered that there was a note under the long brocade boxes, The name and author of the calligraphy and painting works in the brocade box are written on it.

It was only six pieces of brocade boxes, Shi Lei glanced at them, and found that he had never heard of the others except for a name called Shi An, which seemed to remind him of something.

Wei Xingyue looked up at Shi Lei, but saw Shi Lei frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Shi Lei's face, as if suddenly enlightened, he was muttering something, but he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"What's the matter? Are there any of these six works that you like?" Wei Xingyue asked.

Shi Lei thought to himself, I like shit, I just suddenly remembered that Shi An is Liu Luoguo's name, no wonder the name feels familiar.

At first, Shi Lei just felt that the artist had the same surname as himself, and he seemed to have a little impression, but when he saw the note under the brocade box that said "Flowers and plants inscribed with poems on fans", he suddenly remembered that there was a saying in the comic dialogue " Liu Shi'an's fan", only then did I fully understand why I had some impression of this name.

Liu Luoguo, Shi Lei still knows about it, he has listened to Mr. Liu's stand-up comedy "Junchen Dou" many times, and suddenly he feels that he is not such a novice, and he also knows a famous painter...

"I don't understand these things, and I have nothing to like or dislike. I just suddenly remembered who Shi An was."

Wei Xingyue rolled her eyes, she didn't know whether to believe Shi Lei or not, although these six works were not super masters like Tang Bohu, they were all well-known figures in the field of calligraphy and painting. Shi Lei said that he only knew Shi An, Wei Xingyue was really a bit ridiculous.

Just as she was about to say something, she heard that the originally quiet exhibition hall became a little noisy. Mute Chen walked out from behind the long table with a smile and looked towards the door.

He could already hear someone calling Bai Lao respectfully, Wei Xingyue turned around, looked at the door with a smile on his face, and pulled Shi Lei to move towards the door.

Shi Lei looked, and saw an old man with silver hair and bright head, wearing a white Tang suit, holding a dragon-headed short stick in his right hand, and holding two purple-red walnuts in his left hand, smiling and nodding to different people.

"Old Bai." Wei Xingyue pulled Shi Lei and greeted the old man.

Bai Lao smiled slightly, and in the creases of his face, it seemed that the wisdom of years was written.

"Xingyue is here? You can comment on that painting for me later." After finishing speaking, Bai Lao's eyes fell on Shi Lei.

Even though it was irrelevant, in the entire exhibition hall, Shi Lei felt that he was the only one out of place here, but out of respect for an old man, he bowed slightly and said, "Hello Bai Lao, my name is Shi Lei, and I am Wei Xingyue's friend."

Wei Xingyue also quickly helped to introduce: "Bai Lao, he is my very good friend, I brought him here to see you today."

Bai Lao nodded with a smile and said: "Shi Xiaoyou. The dumb girl mentioned to me just now that you have the finishing touch. It seems that I can get this imitation, old man, because of the luck of the dumb girl who copies poems every day. "

Shi Lei hurriedly said: "I just said it casually..."

"Hehe, it's okay, everything has its own destiny, and I also feel that there is something related to the old man that my little friend said." After finishing speaking, Bai Lao looked around and greeted him, but he was hindered by his relationship with the old man. Wei Xingyue and Shi Lei talked to people who are inconvenient to disturb, and said: "Little friend and Xingyue take a look first, the old man wants to say hello to today's guests. In about ten minutes, you can start to appreciate the masterpieces."

Wei Xingyue nodded and said, "Old Bai, please do your work first."

Walking back and forth between several walls, Wei Xingyue was obviously familiar with the works on the walls, and didn't pay much attention to them. Shi Lei didn't pay attention at all, he didn't understand at all, he just stood in front of a painting by Qi Baishi and stayed there for a while. No way, a guy like Shi Lei who has no insight into art will recognize Qi Baishi. Qi Baishi's prawns are unique, but Shi Lei looked at them for a long time, but he didn't see that he was ugly. He just silently counted the number of prawns in his heart, because he once heard a story that a prawn painted by Qi Baishi was It can be exchanged for a small yellow croaker—of course not a real yellow croaker, but one or two gold bars.

Wei Xingyue saw that Shi Lei seemed to be moved by the painting, just about to speak, but heard Shi Lei muttering to himself.

"These are seven gold bars!" Shi Lei sighed softly.

Wei Xingyue only felt that her eyes were darkened. This guy, no matter what kind of artistic treasures, they turned into vulgar things when they came to him?

Some people had already started to make noise over there, and everyone gathered towards the long table one after another.

Bai Lao smiled and said casually, it was nothing more than some polite greetings, everyone is welcome to show respect and so on. Then, he began to introduce the six paintings on the table. As for the imitation of Zhang Sengyou that Bai Lao got, naturally, he will not show it until everyone has tasted the six paintings.

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