MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 315

  Chapter 315

  Song Jiyun said with great interest: "What else have you prepared?"

Yuan Yunzhong looked at her with twinkling eyes, knowing that she understood his intentions, and whispered: "I also asked my grandfather and my grandfather to help us write a lot of words and draw several pictures." He also emphasized, " They are all signed and privately stamped."

  She looked up at his handsome eyebrows, and smiled with her lips pursed.

very good!

  Although they fall in love, they don't just know how to fall in love.

  Song Jiyun has more confidence in their future life together.

  She took Yuan Yunzhong's hand: "Come on, let's go to Taobao."

  She is full of interest, like a little girl who has found a treasure.

  Yuan Yunzhong couldn't help but clenched her hand.

  He has plans for the future of the two of them, and this plan has been recognized and appreciated by the girl he loves. There is nothing more gratifying than this.

  The two of them entered the bookstore happily like children going on an adventure together.

  A young man came forward to greet him, and respectfully called him "Mr. Xiao Yuan".

   It can be seen that there is another person who knows Yuan Yunzhong's identity.

  Song Jiyun smiled and looked at her with shining eyes, as if laughing at him, "I see how you find good things".

  Yuan Yunzhong raised his eyebrows, looked at the boy with a cold look, and nodded solemnly.

  The little guy is busy and wants to invite them to sit in the private room.

  Yuan Yunzhong refused, and said lightly: "I'm just here to take a look."

  The little guy respectfully agreed, but still called the shopkeeper over.

  The shopkeeper didn't bother them too much, he stepped forward to say hello, and then stood aside, but from the corner of his eyes, he kept paying attention to Yuan Yunzhong, as if he would come up to serve immediately as long as he made a sound.

  Song Jiyun whispered close to his ear: "It depends on Mr. Yuan's ability."

  Her hot breath hit his ear, making him shudder, and after a while he whispered back to her rather distressed: "There are very few people in the calligraphy and painting circle in the capital who don't know me."

  Song Jiyun laughed softly, and said: "Then you still tell me to come to Taobao? I'm afraid that the price of the things you like will increase immediately. Instead of Taobao, you might as well make an appointment to draw!"

  Yuan Yun was silent and blinked at her.

  Song Jiyun's heart was beating wildly, and he thought it would be good to just wander around with him aimlessly.

  Yuan Yunzhong pointed to one of the pictures of Arhats among the Duobaoge covered with various paintings and said, "What do you think of this painting?"

  Song Jiyun's father and grandfather are both the best at drawing Arhats, and she is very familiar with them.

   This painting of Arhats is ordinary both in terms of artistry and layout, but Yuan Yunzhong pointed out this one among so many paintings, and even under the banner of buying patterns for their kiln factory, she had to take a closer look.

"The painting is of Huanxi Arhat," she mused while looking at it. "The lines are fine and sharp, the brush strokes are sharp, and the monk's robes of the Arhat are appropriate in shades. The sky is not left above, and the ground is not left below. It is called 'Happy Arhat' because he always smiles and has the realization that 'when the Buddha is in the heart, one feels happy'. The happy Arhat in this painting has dull eyes and a reserved expression, which is not a masterpiece."

   Of course, this painting has more than this little flaw, but she doesn't have to leave any face to the painter.

  Who knows who this painter is?

   She just needs to express her dislike.

  Yuan Yunzhong gave a "hmm" in agreement, walked a few steps, pointed to one of the pictures of three friends of plum, orchid and bamboo, and said, "What about this one? What do you think?"

   That's even worse.

  Song Jiyun said: "The drawing skills are very good. What Sui Han and the Three Friends pay attention to is Ling Shuang's proud temperament. This painting lacks a little spirit."

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded, and pointed to several paintings.

  Song Jiyun made a few comments one by one with reservations.

   Almost nothing can catch the eye.

  Song Jiyun understood the meaning of Yuan Yunzhong's phrase "relief".

  These calligraphers and painters may have good knowledge, but they are not interesting in painting. And the characters that Yuan Yunzhong pointed out to her were even more appalling—they were all in the style of pavilions, rigorous and correct, or generous or bright, and they were written better than the other as imperial fonts. They could be used as porcelain patterns, but they were not. Less fun.

  She even said to Yuan Yunzhong: "You can be named on the gold list at such a young age, and your handwriting must be very good. Instead of buying other people's handwriting, we might as well ask you to write it!"

  At least she has seen his thin golden body with her own eyes. The pen is strong, hard and rugged, thin and straight, and has a strong foundation.

  Draw a flower and bird, write a postscript, put it on the cup, dignified and calm without losing the atmosphere, very beautiful.

  Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal.

  The shopkeeper hurried over with a man in his thirties, sweating profusely.

The man cupped his hands towards Yuan Yunzhong from a distance: "Oh, why don't you let the servants tell you in advance when Mr. Yuan comes here, so that I can prepare some excellent masterpieces in advance for you to choose from. Hurry up, hurry up, please." Young Master Xiao Yuan went to the private room to drink tea."

  Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Song Jiyun with a smile.

  Song Jiyun lowered his head and smiled.

   It's her who has taken pictures.

Even if it is a relief, when the store has been open for such a long time, the owner is still a failure. Even if he doesn't care about painting, he must know how to read and have a certain level of appreciation. In addition, this is a mature commercial street. How can there be so many people? Leak can be picked up?

  She followed Yuan Yunzhong into the private room, and only then did she know that the middle-aged man was not only the current owner of the bookstore, but also the grandson of the failed scholar.

  Yuan Yunzhong smiled and said: "When my grandfather was young, someone sold paintings here. What do you think?"

  Song Jiyun couldn't help laughing.

  The two picked seven or eight paintings in the bookstore.

  Yuan Yunzhong also specifically stated that if these paintings are to be bought out, no matter what purpose they are used in the future, the painters will not be held accountable.

  The owner of Shuxuan didn't think much about it at all, and said: "It's their blessing to be favored by Young Master Xiao Yuan. Once I tell them, they will definitely feel very honored."

  The shopkeeper was afraid that Yuan Yunzhong would not understand, and explained: "If you are willing to let others know that you bought their paintings, their paintings will be sold at a high price in the future. Why don't they want to?"

  Yuan Yunzhong readily agreed.

  Based on Song Jiyun's understanding of him, he is not a high-profile person, she whispered to him: "If it is inconvenient, there is no need to make this deal."

  Yuan Yunzhong said calmly: "There is nothing that cannot be known."

   Song Jiyun understood after a little thought.

  Yuan Yunzhong probably really thought about getting her a porcelain book, and would help her make appointments for paintings in the future.

   This may not matter in the previous life, but the longer she lived in this dynasty, the more she could feel the kind of "everything is inferior, only reading is high". Why do scholars not want to sign a biography?

  She held Yuan Yunzhong's hand tightly.

  Yuan Yunzhong spread those paintings in front of her, and said with a bit of joy: "One of the paintings is the painting of Li An from Qiantang. He was the most popular candidate for the top prize in the last Zhejiang Jieyuan."

  Song Jiyun looked at him and smiled.

   Eyes shimmering.

  Yuan Yunzhong's eyes narrowed slightly.

   "My lord," Wang Hua said as the curtain of the carriage was lifted, "I found out who that Wei Jie is."

  (end of this chapter)