Chapter 183

"Brother Nanshan, I have to teach you how to teach my son such an evil behavior."

"Yes, brother Nanshan, you can't hide yourself. How can you teach such a powerful son. We don't want more. We just want one or two laws. "

"Ladies and gentlemen What are you talking about? "

Seeing him like this, someone shook his head, "brother Nanshan, it seems that you still..."

Someone went away disappointed. Some people look at him with the eyes of a fool, and his words are sweet and ominous. However, looking at his eyes is the same as looking at a fool. This situation made him quite embarrassed. When he turned to find someone to ask, he found out that Murong Xiude, the son, had won the painting competition again.

He was stunned and ran to the place where he was still taking the painting.

"That painting has been sent to the exhibition yard in front of me. There, when the exhibition is over, the one with the highest price will get it. "

This is a rule that has been passed over the years for all calligraphy, painting, and piano competitions. Anyone with a higher price can compete. Of course, these paintings will also be paid 50% of the Commission by the college. This is not an unwritten rule of the college.

Some people have also said that such a half of the Commission has been taken away by the college, will it be too black hearted.

"People's college provides such a venue, but also provides such a place for learning. You only provide half of the Commission, but you still feel uncomfortable? What's the reward in front of you

Such a refutation has been understood by many people. Yes, they are from the college. It's good to give you half of them. After all, these are only held by the academic community. It's a completely different concept from private sales outside.

However, if the exhibition is held in the Academy, the one with higher price will get it, and many people outside will get business opportunities. Many painting merchants also took the opportunity to buy some paintings at this time. From the past experience, these calligraphy and painting masters who were not very famous at that time may become good masters in a few years.

Of course, there are also some great works in front of us, and they have become masters of masters. In short, these paintings are of great harvest value.

Murong Nanshan heard about his paintings and went to the exhibition hall, too.

At this time, there are countless people around here watching the award-winning painting.

In the early years, some people also raised some doubts about the winners. But today, when he arrived at the scene, he just fell into a strange silence. It seems that all the people who observe the paintings are brought into a mysterious scene. Some people even red eyes, whole body shaking, gnashing teeth staring at the painting.

Murong Nanshan despises them. These people who have no definition are in a trance because of a painting.

It can be seen that they are a group of people who have no independent opinions.

It's a rare painting to let people fall into silence.

A painting is just an ordinary painting. It seems that she is a gorgeous girl, leaning against the railing. She looks far away, as if she is making a decision, and it seems that she is going to turn around and leave. Or maybe, it's to take a step and run to the young man in front.

In the distance, the young man's eyes seemed to be indifferent, but he was staring at her. So they looked at each other.

For a moment, Murong Nanshan thought of the most wonderful figure that he met at the beginning of that year. At that time, he did not know whether she was going to run to himself or to leave himself. The two men have been looking at each other for a long time. Until the girl ran to herself.

At that moment, his face bloomed with a happy smile like a infatuated teenager. Strange book and novel network www.qishuxs.com

But when I opened my eyes again, I found that there was only a painting in front of me.

"What I can think of in front of this painting is my good heart. When, it is also such a long time to see each other. "

"In fact, I didn't see her. But looking at the characters above, I can't help thinking, these two people are going to separate, or to be together. This young painter must have been in a trance, hesitant and afraid at that time. He was worried about the girl leaving him. It is from the paintings that this melancholy is expressed. This young man is so single-minded. "

"Such a talented person who can express his feelings with his paintings is indeed the first one this time."

"Yes, it's a pity that this painting is not on sale now. If such a painting is placed in the house, it must be a painting with endless aftertaste. "

People around are still talking, but Murong Nanshan has no intention to stay.

Just now, this painting reminds him of the most wonderful things of that year. Now when I think about it, in fact, when I was with her, I was more happy than miserable. That is the last moment, that moment, is she really not chaste?

All along, his love for her, her protection, how can let her have the reason to betray himself. Thinking about her love for herself at ordinary times, Murong Nanshan suddenly laughed.He was in a trance. At this moment, he suddenly felt pitiful. Maybe, all these years, he's just self abusing. If so, then what he has done these years What is it.

At this moment, Murong Nanshan's heart is extremely unstable. Until, the cold wind blows, he just how to sober up. Actually, because of a painting, he was almost taken into a bewilderment.

"That demon, after all, is your son. How can you achieve this

He closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, he hated himself again.

"To Jiaochi garden."

Returning to Murong Xiude of Jiaochi garden, he is completely relaxed at this moment and is enjoying a good rest. A sudden sound of footsteps came from my ears.

He frowned with displeasure. When could there be such a careless person in this courtyard. You know, when he is in this courtyard, ordinary people don't come to them so loud. No, it's not from my own yard.

He opened his eyes with fear,

on the top was Murong Nanshan's condescending and inquiring eyes.

The scornful, but also with a look at the eyes, let his face float a trace of irony. This is the face of their father and son, ah, any family, there will be such a father and son face.

Murong Nanshan in front of this reclining beautiful youth, this is in the daytime, serious look.

This close look, belong to that person's eyebrows, as well as the wisdom of the eye light, are revealed.

When he was smiling at the young man, he was suddenly a little flustered and at a loss

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