Old Madam Chen pulled a long face and did not want to entertain the Huo family anymore.
Her heart ached for Gu Shishi even more.
"Master Huang, Master Ji, you're here. Come and help me evaluate these new works."
Old Madam Chen's attention immediately turned to the others.
People of different paths could not work together.
Even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs. The Huo family was so heartless. It could be seen how they treated other things.
Mrs. Huo and Grandma Huo's faces stiffened.
Obviously, he also felt the sudden change in attitude. He was suddenly put on the spot and even felt a little baffled.
However, the two ink masters who were called by Old Madam Chen had already approached.
They could not show any expressions and could only listen to their conversation from the side.
"Old Madam Chen, your eyes are getting sharper and sharper. Where did you find this?"
Huang Chuan was also close to sixty years old. His hair was completely white and no longer dyed black. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. His footsteps were steady, and his voice was like a bell. His body was very strong.
"Old Ji and I were stunned when we came next door. We looked at it for half an hour. It's really amazing."
When he said this, the great painter Ji Yun beside him also nodded repeatedly.
He was older, about seventy years old.
He was even more emotional. "This painter's strokes are exquisite. His sorrowful expression is as if he was crying. His sleeves are elegant, and his skirt is spread on the ground. There's strength in his softness … If you look closely, it's as if you're going to be sucked into this painting. Even I feel a trace of sadness."
"The small words used in the inscription's cursive script seem to be continuous, as if they're constantly sorrowful."
"The calligraphy and painting are one, and the scene is integrated. Brilliant."
"I'm not as good as him."
As Ji Yun spoke, he looked solemnly at Old Madam Chen. "Old Madam, I would like to ask for your help in introducing me to such a miraculous expert. I had thought that my portrait painting was already at the pinnacle of perfection, but looking at it today, there's always someone better."
Master Huang also had the same idea. He echoed with anticipation. "I wonder if Old Madam Chen knows any other names for such a talent?"
Ink painting was obviously a sock puppet.
Old guys like them had never heard of it.
When Old Madam Chen heard this, she was overjoyed.
She knew that her ability to appreciate was not bad!
Her selfish motive this time was to help Gu Shishi make a name for herself.
They didn't know Gu Shishi's age. Just like her, they thought that she was at least fifty or sixty years old.
But, the truth was, Gu Shishi was young and not famous enough in the industry.
"I'm not sure."
Old Madam Chen kept her mouth shut.
The mystery of the author was, of course, also a way to raise his value.
When Huang Chuan and Ji Yun heard this, they couldn't help but sigh with regret.
"Then do you have the contact information of this' Ink Touch '?"
Old Madam Chen narrowed her eyes.
Ji Yun had already stood up. "Next month, there will be a Chinese Art Exchange Exhibition in our city. If Ink and Wash Master has time and is willing to come, we will solemnly invite him to participate."
He and Huang Chuan were the president and vice president respectively.
Old Madam Chen neither agreed nor refused.
"I only have a WeChat number. I don't have her phone number."
The two couldn't help but feel even more regretful.
"Then do you want to add her WeChat?"
Gu Shishi's Ink and Wash Master WeChat only sent introductions and photos of her works.
There was nothing else.
She could decide whether to participate or not.
"Okay."
"Okay."
Huang Chuan and Ji Yun immediately took out their reading glasses and picked up their phones without hesitation.
Although the two of them were old, they knew how to use their phones.
Perhaps it was because the Chinese Art Association had been holding exchange events, they were quite familiar with WeChat.
"Send us your name card."
"Okay, just send it to Old Huang. Old Huang, drag me into the group. We'll tell him together. "
Old Madam Chen sent it to them very quickly.
She turned her head and revealed a meaningful expression as she looked at the Huo family members.
"Master Huang, Master Ji, what do you think of the value of these paintings?"
Some people didn't know how to cherish things.
They rejected treasures and pushed their loved ones far away. There would be a day when they regretted it!
Huang Chuan and Ji Yun were happily browsing through Ink and Wash Master WeChat's circle of friends.
Because this WeChat account was Gu Shishi's exhibition and sales channel, there was no need for friend verification.
They added it as soon as they added it.
After looking at the two paintings and the price tag, they were dumbfounded.
Such excellent works were sold for thirty thousand … Thirty thousand …
The two of them were almost wringing their hands and sighing!
Why didn't they come across it earlier? Why didn't they buy it earlier than Old Madam Chen!
How was this picking up a bargain? This was picking up a big bargain!
They glanced at Old Madam Chen and felt that not only was this old lady knowledgeable, but her luck was also very good.
"Old Madam Chen, you don't have to be so polite. We're about the same age. You can just call me Old Huang."
"This painting … Let me put it this way. Its value far exceeds the selling price."
"In time, this person's work might be the next favorite in the auction!"
Huang Chuan was very sure of his judgment.
Even Ji Yun, who had always been more conservative, agreed. "The size of a single painting, the technique used, and the concept are different, so the value is different. But if it's the painting next door, I'm willing to offer 10 million if Old Madam Chen is willing to part with it. "
Old Madam Chen chuckled. "That won't do. It's rare for me to have a few treasures. I'm not selling it."
She rejected it directly.
However, not only was she not unhappy, but she was also full of joy.
The president and vice president of the Chinese Arts Association, who rarely interacted with the rich and powerful, were both trying to be friendly with her today.
One wanted her to part with it, and the other took the initiative to change the way they addressed her. This had never happened before!
Old Madam Chen instantly felt proud.
Mrs. Huo and Grandma Huo were even more curious when they heard this.
They also knew the temper of artists. The older they got, the worse they got. Their friendship was not something that could be gained with money. They couldn't help but click their tongues in wonder.
The number of artists on the market who could sell ink paintings for tens of millions could be counted on one hand.
After listening for a while, they couldn't help but move in the direction of the two people who were constantly praising it.
"Is this the painting?"
Grandma Huo asked.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Huo, who was supporting her, trembled.
If it was said that when she saw the "Four Sons Birthday Painting", she was reminded of her eldest son whom she had given up in her early years. It made her immersed in the memories of raising a child and almost lost her mind.
At first glance, the painting in front of her had completely stunned her heart and soul!
It was really like what the two masters had said. Grief, sorrow, sorrow, regret, despair, helplessness … They surged out of the painting like a tidal wave and rushed towards her!
When she heard her mother-in-law ask, Mrs. Huo opened her mouth with difficulty, but she couldn't make a sound.
She only felt a little cold on her face. She touched it with her hand and felt wet and cold tears!
The pain actually came from his chest as his bones, muscles, and muscles were twisted!
Just now, Huo Chuchu felt that her mother was embarrassing and unreasonable.
However, he didn't expect his mother to be so sad that she couldn't control herself. She even fell in front of the painting.
She immediately looked up.
When she saw the painting on the wall, her heart skipped a beat.
It was a painting of "Meng Jiangnu Weeping at the Great Wall"!
Almost everyone knew the legend of Meng Jiangnu.
Since ancient times, there were many versions among the people.
The most common one was that Meng Jiangnu's husband was conscripted and never returned. Meng Jiangnu chased after her husband for thousands of miles. When she heard that her husband died of exhaustion, she didn't know where his body was buried. She cried day and night on the Great Wall. In the end, the Great Wall collapsed from crying. The wall collapsed for 800 miles, revealing her husband buried inside.
And this painting depicted this version of the story.
Meng Jiangnu threw herself at the foot of the Great Wall and cried until the sun and moon lost their color. The autumn wind wailed and the sea shook …
The lines of Meng Jiangnu's entire figure were gentle and exquisite. She covered her face in pain, and her expression was truly sorrowful and unable to control her emotions.
As for the Great Wall in the background, the ink was thick. It was as tragic and bleak as the wind blew and the water turned cold!
People had their joys and sorrows, and the moon had its waxing and waning.
This was something that had been difficult since ancient times!
The ink in the entire painting was of different shades. The withered ink formed a tree, and the thick ink formed a cloud. It faintly outlined the figure and highlighted the sadness that was so thick that it couldn't be resolved.
Even Huo Chuchu, who was single and had never experienced love, felt his heart tighten when he saw this.
Not to mention, Huo Chuchu's mother, whose husband had died in an accident when he was young. She was widowed at a young age and raised her children alone. She took care of her mother-in-law and even supported the entire Huo family's business.
In the early years, first, her husband died in an accident, and then her father-in-law passed away, leaving behind a mess. The company's business stagnated, and her competitors were like wolves and tigers. Her mother-in-law couldn't withstand the consecutive blows and fell ill in bed. At that time, she was helpless!
Crying.
Even if she told herself not to cry, and that crying was useless, her tears wouldn't stop!
Huo Chuchu's mother remembered that she cried for an entire month!
Every day, when it was late at night, she would close the door and lie alone on the bed. She would cover herself with the blanket and start crying!
Uncontrollably, her tears would flow down on their own!
During the day, she couldn't be like Meng Jiangnu, ignoring everything and only crying … She still had to take care of her children, learn how to manage the company, and attend various shareholder meetings … No matter how tiring it was, she could only turn it into blood and swallow it into her stomach!
She almost couldn't remember how she managed to get through that dark period!
Huo Chuchu's mother looked at Meng Jiangnu's painting, and her vision was already blurred.
She could no longer see the sleeves, the patterns, and the collapse of the Great Wall … She only felt that the ink lines and strokes were so thick that they couldn't be dispelled.
She felt the same way!
Her tears couldn't be stopped!
Meng Jiangnu's husband died in labor, from oppression, or just an accident … Who knew?
But she believed that her heart was filled with hatred, just like her own.
At that time, she was too devastated, too helpless, and even to the point of despair … The more painful and sad she was, the more she needed a source of relief!
Every night, she was almost thinking about it.
If it wasn't for sending her eldest son to the spring outing, why would Huo Qidong, who had always doted on her, drive too fast and die on Duga?
And if Huo Qidong didn't die, why would her father-in-law's body deteriorate day and night, and then he passed away?
This thought was like a curse. The more she thought about it, the more obsessed she became!
Day by day, she didn't want to see her eldest son!
Every time she saw him, she couldn't help but think that all her suffering was caused by him!
She was in too much pain!
Every time she saw him, it was like cutting a knife into her heart again! It forced her to recall the pain of not being able to see her husband for the last time in the hospital. She recalled every night of loneliness, fear, and sadness!
Huo Chuchu's mother only felt that the painting in front of her seemed to poke at the deepest scar in her heart.
Meng Jiangnu could only cry and wail. How was it different from her venting when she blamed her eldest son?
But she had no choice.
Really … there was no choice!
Huo Chuchu's mother couldn't hold it in anymore, and her tears kept flowing!
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