"It's also our pleasure to see your paintings." Qi Mu Feng said with a smile. He talked in a set of ways, but his manner was also regular. He just heard Tang Ning's eyes curling and felt that he was telling the truth.
After chatting with each other for a while, the middle-aged man said with a smile, "Lao Zhang, prepare dinner. I'll treat two young masters tonight."
The old man bowed down and bowed down.
"Lao Zhang has a disease of mouth since he was a child. If there is a place that can't be called, please don't blame him." The middle-aged man said with a smile and made a gesture of invitation: "two, please sit down in the hall."
"Good." Pray for the wind to answer a, then with him to go to the hall.
Tang Ning took another look at the picture on the table. There was a flash of light in her eyes. She turned and called. With a trace of timid embarrassment, she played with her fingers and said, "brother, can I go and see those paintings?" Speaking, she looked at the middle-aged man as if embarrassed.
Before qimufeng said anything, he listened to the middle-aged man beside him with a low smile: "young master, if you want to see it, go and have a look! But those paintings can only be seen, not moved. "
"Mm-hmm, I don't move, I'll see." She nodded her head and said happily.
"Pray, let's go in and have tea! It's no harm to let the young master play by himself. " The middle-aged man said with a smile and made a gesture of invitation to him.
"Good." Praying for the wind to answer, looked at Downing one eye, way: "then you don't run around, will remember to come over."
"Mm-hmm." Donning responded with a smile, watching them go in. Then he turned around, grinned, and came to the long table, looking at the figure on the painting.
Qi Mufeng probably didn't recognize him. The man on the painting was one of the disciples they met only yesterday.
Who is this middle-aged man who calls himself Mr. Hua? When did you see this disciple? And painted him?
It's just that painting is not a matter of painting before painting people? This painting is the first painting of characters, and there is a blank behind it. It's strange to see half of the scenery.
After looking at the paintings on the table, she went to the walking bar again. Unexpectedly, there were portraits of several other disciples of the sect in the picture hanging in the fence. One of them mistakenly identified qimufeng as a girl's Jiangfan that day.
The portraits of these people were hung in front of them. The expressions of the people on the scroll were really lifelike. Rao Shi had to admit that the painting was really good.
It's just that some of the people in the painting said that they had something to do with their bodies and didn't stay there for a long time. How could they leave a portrait here? What's more, the clothes on the painting are the white clothes of the ancestral clan.
She was puzzled. It seemed that the portrait had not been painted for a long time, and the frame of the circle had not dried. She came close to smell it, and a little doubt crossed her eyes. She was about to take a closer look when the old man appeared in the corner and was looking at her.
Seeing this, she took a step back from the painting and looked at the old man. She saw that he was walking towards the hall with something in his hand. He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, making people unable to see clearly.
When she looked at the scroll, she saw that the other paintings on the wall were all figure paintings. There was a person in each picture. The difference was that in those paintings, in addition to people, they also drew scenery, and the frame of each painting had special lines, which looked complex but not abrupt.
Just thinking about things, I heard the voice of praying for the wind coming from the hall.