Chapter 132: Don’t Understand Art!

At 6:30 in the afternoon, Fang Yu and Qin Yimo arrived at Yulinfang, located in the west of Jiangnan.

This is one of the famous gardens in Jiangnan, where you can see beautiful scenery and garden art.

"Today, Cai Gaoyang, the famous calligraphy master from Jiangnan, will hold his personal calligraphy and painting exhibition here, and many celebrities will be present." Qin Yimo said.

"Isn't it just a personal calligraphy and painting exhibition? Why are so many people here?" Fang Yu asked doubtfully.

Qin Yimo rolled his eyes at Fang Yu and said, "You haven't even mentioned Master Cai Gaoyang's name, have you?"

Fang Yu shook his head and said, "I have never heard of Cai Gaoyang. I only know about the book sage Huang Daoran."

"The calligraphy sage Huang Daoran you mentioned is indeed very powerful, but he was a figure two thousand years ago after all. And Master Cai Gaoyang is the contemporary calligraphy sage! Who in China doesn't know Master Cai Gaoyang now? His attainments in calligraphy It’s so high that others can’t even touch it! If he takes any copybook to an auction house, it can fetch a high price of hundreds of millions..."

"So many celebrities came to this calligraphy and painting exhibition tonight, mostly to get a calligraphy and painting. Even if they fail, it would be great to meet and chat with Master Cai Gaoyang." Qin Yimo said, his beautiful eyes Full of admiration.

Fang Yu disagreed and followed Qin Yimo into Yulinfang.

The scenery of Yulinfang is indeed not covered. After walking in, there are many windows on both sides. Looking outside, you can see the beautifully trimmed potted plants and lotus leaves floating on the green lake.

The whole garden is filled with a fresh and natural smell, which makes people feel refreshed and cheerful.

"The only person who can hold a personal exhibition in a place like Yulinfang is Master Cai Gaoyang." Qin Yimo praised as he walked.

Soon, Fang Yu followed Qin Yimo into what looked like an exhibition hall.

Here, you can see many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the surrounding walls.

There are already many people in the exhibition hall, and many people are standing in front of each copybook, admiring and marveling at the techniques on the copybook.

Fang Yu glanced casually, his eyes indifferent.

To him, the words on these copybooks can only be considered ordinary.

Of course, this average is relative. Cai Gaoyang's handwriting is naturally much better than that of ordinary people, but compared with Huang Daoran's handwriting, it is far behind.

It is even more impossible for Cai Gaoyang to be as famous as Huang Daoran.

The two sides are not on the same level at all.

Seeing the enthusiasm on the faces of the people in the exhibition hall and the words of praise on their lips, Fang Yu couldn't help but shake his head.

Do people nowadays have such low appreciation ability?

But maybe these people aren't into art at all.

They are just following the trend.

Everyone says that Cai Gaoyang is great at calligraphy, so he is really great.

They come to the book fair not really for art, but to create an image of themselves who love art, which may make them look more noble.

It would be even better if I could get Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy or chat with Cai Gaoyang for a few words. It would be a status symbol.

"Fang Yu, do you see, this is the level of Master Cai Gaoyang." Qin Yimo led Fang Yu to a copybook and looked up at it.

The copybook contains an ancient poem.

"Master Cai's calligraphy is so amazing, it's better to see it than to hear it a hundred times. You can see the flying dragons and phoenixes dancing in his calligraphy, so majestic. He is truly a contemporary calligrapher..."

"I think the most amazing thing about Master Cai is that he can change into many styles. When you look at a copybook, it appears to be smart and elegant, free and unrestrained yet rigorous, which is really unique..."

"You two said it very well. In my opinion, the most unique thing about Master Cai's calligraphy is his inflection. It's so pretentious..."

There were all kinds of compliments coming from around, but there was basically only one way of complimenting, and that was the abuse of various idioms.

As Fang Yu listened, he felt more and more funny and couldn't help laughing.

A bald man next to him looked at Fang Yu and frowned: "Little brother, you seem to have a different view?"

"No." Fang Yu replied.

"Then what are you laughing at?" the bald man asked with a frown.

"I think Master Cai's handwriting is very good, really good." Fang Yu said with a smile.

Another middle-aged man snorted coldly and said: "Boy, how did you get in? How can you be laughing and joking in this kind of situation? Also, to describe Master Cai's good words, can you only use very good, very good This kind of word? I think you don’t understand art at all!”

The bald man nodded and said: "It is true that today's young people are very impetuous and cannot calm down to appreciate art. Alas, our China's thousands of years of brilliant calligraphy inheritance will probably be much dimmed by the next generation... …”

Fang Yu was too lazy to pay attention to these two people and looked at Qin Yimo aside.

Qin Yimo was raising his head at this time, looking at the copybook above in trance.

"Do you really love calligraphy?" Fang Yu asked.

Qin Yimo came back to his senses, glanced at Fang Yu, and said: "Of course, my dream when I was a child was to become a calligraphy master, and Master Cai was my target... I have practiced calligraphy twice a day since elementary school. This habit lasted for more than 1 hour until I graduated from college... Unfortunately, I just don’t have the talent, and my writing never has my own style.”

"Oh, it would be great if I could get a copybook from Master Cai today."

"Your family is so rich, why don't you spend money to buy one?" Fang Yu said.

"I want to buy it, but Master Cai no longer sells calligraphy, and those collectors who have obtained his calligraphy are not short of money, and they can't buy it even if they have money." Qin Yimo said regretfully.

"I have several authentic works of Huang Daoran at home. If you offer a suitable price, I will sell you one." Fang Yu said.

"Huang Daoran? Do you only know the calligraphy saint Huang Daoran? Besides, there are only three authentic works of Huang Daoran left. Two are in the hands of foreign collectors, and one is in the hands of the current number one... Can you stop bragging about these meaningless things? I'm not one of those naive middle school girls. I won't be fooled by a few words from you." Qin Yimo said unhappily.

Fang Yu didn't say anything else.

At this time, a man and a woman walked into the exhibition hall.

The man was dressed in a suit and looked less than 30 years old. He had a beard and looked a bit vicissitudes and handsome.

The woman was wearing a black evening dress, with light makeup on her face. She was beautiful and had a good figure.

However, the expression on the woman's face was not very good, and she looked very unhappy.

As soon as she entered the exhibition hall, the woman saw Fang Yu standing not far away and talking with Qin Yimo.

Fang Yu?

A glimmer of light flashed in the woman's eyes.

She suddenly thought of a way to get rid of the man!

So, she was happy and was about to walk forward.

At this time, the man reached out and grabbed her.

"Xiao Ran, where do you want to go?" The man asked with a smile.

"Zhou Cheng! I said I'm not so close to you! Don't call me Xiao Ran!" Ding Ran glared at the man and said.

Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "If you want to attract the attention of so many people present, you can continue to shout like this."

Ding Ran's face changed slightly, and he glanced at Fang Yu again and said, "I met a friend, I want to go over and talk to him!"

"Go." Zhou Cheng smiled slightly and let go of Ding Ran's hand.

Ding Ran walked quickly towards Fang Yu.

The expression on Zhou Cheng's face instantly converged, his hands were put in his trouser pockets, and he watched Ding Ran's every move with cold eyes.

"Fang Yu, why are you here?" Ding Ran walked behind Fang Yu and patted Fang Yu on the shoulder.

Fang Yu turned around and saw Ding Ran, frowning slightly.

"We are really destined to meet each other." Ding Ran smiled and said.

Fang Yu didn't say anything, but Qin Yimo asked puzzledly: "Fang Yu, is this your friend?"

Ding Ran only noticed Qin Yimo at this time, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

What a beautiful woman...

Ding Ran has always been very confident in her beauty, but when she saw Qin Yimo, she felt that she was not as good as the other party.

Whether it is temperament or appearance...

How could Fang Yu know such a woman?

For a moment, Ding Ran actually felt inexplicably jealous.

"She is the English teacher in my class." Fang Yu said.

Ding Ran smiled at Qin Yimo, without much conversation, and leaned close to Fang Yu's ear and whispered: "Fang Yu, can you go with me to a place where no one is, I have something I want to ask you for help."