At this time, Kuang Yun just walked in with another painter. Seeing that he was holding a painting box in a daze, he couldn't help laughing and said, "what's the matter? Zhenghua, can't open it? "

Long Zhenghua is also a painter. This time, he is responsible for collecting and registering his works.

He came to his senses and saw that Kuang Yunxian and chairman Zheng of the painting association were here. He said quickly, "Mr. Zheng, Mr. Kuang, you are here at the right time. Take a look at this. It's just received."

Then he handed over the painting box.

Kuang Yun first took over, and President Zheng looked at it carefully at the same time, and could not help nodding.

"The painter has a mind."

"It seems that we still attach great importance to this game."

When he looked at the contestant, he was still a middle-aged scholar. He was very pleased with his eyes. Unlike before, I remember receiving several of them. They were painted directly on the back of the cigarette case, straw paper and calendar

Long Zheng Wharton laughed and shook his head and said, "no, I have received all kinds of works and paper. I have really learned a lot."

Therefore, this is still the first one with such care.

Kuang Yun first pulled the blue ribbon, opened the box, a scroll quietly lying in it.

He picked it up and slowly unfolded it on the table.

As the painting unfolded slowly, the scenic peaks came into their eyes.

The mountains are green and green.

A piece of green, with a faint sense of cool, of course, is the painting scene to show the cool. On the peak, there is a natural platform, a few orchids such as a hermit, quietly open in the breeze.

Because of the slight arc of a few blue leaves, and the slope of grass on the edge, they clearly "see" the mountain breeze.

No small mountain breeze gently blowing, empty valley orchid, quiet and elegant.

Just looking at the painting, they all felt that their mood was suddenly quiet.

For a while, none of them spoke.

After a moment, President Zheng first gently breathed a sigh of praise: "good painting, good painting, good painting! What a wonderful painting it is

For a moment, he felt that his vocabulary was blank, and there was only such a sentence to describe.

Kuang Yunxian also has a bright eye and feels that he has been hit in the heart.

Worldly disturbance, the world is busy, life is in a hurry, such a quiet valley, it is the heart's desire.

He immediately said, "I really can't put down this painting. Chairman Zheng, if you don't object, when the competition is over, I'll talk to the painter first to see if I can take this painting away."

Seeing this painting, how could he feel that the landscape painting in his office was suddenly eclipsed?

"This painting..." President Zheng said with a smile: "it has aura. I like it, too. Otherwise, Mr. Kuang, let's make a secret price and let the creators choose their own prices. Which price do you prefer? "

Kuang Yun was stunned at first. Chairman Zheng is a very good person. How can we argue with him for this painting this time?

Is surprised when, and listen to the side of the long Zhenghua way: "if two don't mind, two people bid is also out, do not mind I also mixed a?"

What, "Zhenghua, do you want this painting, too?"

Long Zhenghua laughed. "To be honest, I like this painting very much. Didn't I just buy a new house not long ago? The study is still empty. This painting feels just right. If you hang it there, you can probably calm down when you read and paint. "

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