: The map of a thousand miles of mountains

In a blink of an eye, seven days have passed.--net.

In the seven days, Song Ming never went out, and even ordered takeout for food. If they hadn't greeted Liu Feifei and Zisu in advance, they would have thought Song Ming was missing. They hadn't done anything else in the past seven days, except for typing and setting up updates, they would have painted.

"It's finally successful, it's too troublesome!" Seven days later, Song Ming looked at the paintings on the ground and smiled bitterly. For the first time, he doubted whether it was worth it for his choice.

Since I want to use the paintings to make money, I naturally chose large-scale paintings, because small paintings are not expensive, and only as artistic masterpieces of large-scale paintings can I buy hundreds of millions or even tens of millions of dollars. In terms of artistic literacy of painting, Song Ming had absolute confidence in himself. Compared with Qiu Ying, Wen Zhengming and Song Ming, among the four Wumen families, they would not be much inferior, but it is still hard to say how the effect is.

People nowadays like collecting and like ancient paintings. In the eyes of many collectors, antiques are naturally the older the better. However, contemporary paintings basically do not have a good market. The painting in front of them consumed too much energy. In terms of artistic standards, it is definitely not much worse than that of ancient famous artists, but the ink traces are not dry, but it is not pleasing!

"Look at how to operate it. With Mr. Zeng's experience, he should know how to do it!" Let his paintings be placed on the ground, Song Ming took a shower first, and then drove out.

Called Liu Feifei and Zi Su in the car and asked them to have lunch together.

"Oh, our great painter has finally come out!" Because Zisu's shop was a little farther away, Song Ming went to pick her up first. As soon as he got on the car, Zisu started to joke, but after seeing the fatigue that had not yet dissipated on Song Ming's face, his tone suddenly became suffocated.

Seeing this, Song Ming smiled slightly and said, "Drawing is a bit exhausting!"

If it was just a small scroll, it would be effortless for Song and Ming Dynasty, but if a large painting that was more than two meters long was not inferior to that of a famous artist, it would naturally be impossible to achieve it overnight. It was also because Song and Ming was in good health. The painting he painted had to be covered by ancient literati. This large painting took at least two or three months to complete, and it would be possible for a year or two to a year or two. One was the problem of feeling, and the other was that the body did not allow long-term paintings.

Listening to Song Ming's understatement, Zisu's heart suddenly ached. Song Ming's plan naturally did not have the need to hide the need for her and Liu Feifei, but Song Ming did not explain carefully about the ultimate goal of entering antiques to make money, but this is not difficult for the smart Zisu! With Song Ming's current income, he is not short of money, and his family wealth has reached tens of millions. With Song Ming's absolutely unsatisfactory life, he is more than enough in this life. Under such conditions, why is Song Ming still not satisfied with money?

Based on Zi Su’s understanding of Song Ming, the answer is easy to find, for them!

In the heart, Zi Su sighed softly. When she had a falling out with her family, the first person she thought of was the man in front of her. Uh, she should have said she was still a boy at that time... Maybe, at that time, she had already fallen in love with him, right?

His talent is like a monster, and his experience is the legend of legend in the eyes of ordinary people... He could have been free and easy and calm, just like he did three years ago, but now, he is so tired...

"Song Ming!" Zisu shouted.

"Well, what's wrong?" Song Ming drove the car, not paying attention to the changes in Zi Su's mood, but just responded with a smile.

"It's nothing, my business is getting better and better now!" Zi Su changed the topic and said, "There are more than a hundred members who have applied for a VIP membership card, and they are all repeat customers. The profit this month is expected to exceed 200,000!"

A profit of 200,000 is nothing, but it is a new opening after all, so it is really good to have such results. Song Ming couldn't help but laugh and said, "This is a happy event and worth celebrating, otherwise you will pay for this meal, right?"

"Stingy!" Zi Su cursed with a smile: "It's only 200,000 yuan. You're thinking about it now?"

"No matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat!" Song Ming laughed and said, "I have to pay back so much!"

"If you lose money, what if you miss millions of dollars?" Zi Su knew that Song Ming was joking, but because the anger in his heart had not yet subsided, his tone of speech was naturally dissatisfied.--.net.

"That's it..." Song Ming turned his head and blinked his eyes, and said with a smile: "There's nothing I can do, I'll just repay my debts!" ​​As he said that, his fingers pinched towards Zi Su's face.

"Go to you!" Zi Su cursed when she saw Song Ming look shameless, but this time she surprisingly failed to avoid Song Ming's fingers.

The smooth feeling came from the fingertips, like the smoothest silk that touched the smoothest, making Song Ming's heart slightly shake.

"Concentrate on driving!" After a while, Zi Su avoided Song Ming's fingers and said, the rare gentleness and care in his tone made Song Ming happy.

When they arrived at Liu Feifei's side, the three of them had a good meal with their two daughters. Song Ming wanted to strike while the iron was hot, but both women were very busy, so he had to go back alone helplessly.

It took another two days to complete the inscriptions and modifications of the painting. Only after Song Ming called Zeng Quan and brought the painting with him.

In the room behind Jubaozhai, Zeng Quan carefully opened the painting and a landscape picture appeared in his eyes.

"Is this? A map of a thousand miles of rivers?" At first glance, Zeng Quan showed an unexpected look. Because this painting was not one he had seen, he couldn't help but ask strangely: "Brother Song, do you have no paintings imitated by famous artists?"

"No!" Before writing, Song Ming planned to copy a painting by a famous artist. In other words, he used the paintings of a famous artist in ancient times to make a fake. But when he started writing, Song Ming changed his mind and first drew a painting of his own. Others were copied or imitated, and he would talk about it at that time.

Song Ming had absolute confidence in his painting skills. Even the four Wumen schools, such as those famous painters who have been passed down through the ages, Song Ming did not think he was worse than them. Moreover, to be honest, his previous life actually belonged to the Wumen School of Painting.

The Wumen School of Painting represents the highest achievement in the art of painting in the Ming Dynasty. The Song and Ming dynasties were later than the four Wumen Schools, so he had a deep understanding of the painting characteristics and painting realm of the four Wumen Schools. Most of the paintings of Shen Zhou, Wen Zhengming, Tang Ying and Qiu Ying were deeply studied and carefully played with by the Song and Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, for Song Ming, it was not difficult for him to imitate any of the four Wumen families. He also did this, but at the moment he wrote, he did not want to do so!

If you think about it carefully, Song Ming realized that it was a kind of unwillingness and pride in his heart! Literature has the character of a literati. Song Ming thought he should have forgotten it long ago, but in the end he found that the pride had already been immersed in his bones.

Therefore, this painting with a strong ancient meaning was born, and its name was - a map of the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.

Even if you want to make a fake, it is only time, not the painting itself.

"The country is like a painting, and the beauty is beautiful..." Zeng Quan looked at the painting by Song Ming carefully, and his eyes couldn't take off his eyes.

Since there are many such types of paintings, it is undoubtedly difficult to be outstanding. The most basic point is to condense into a country and a thousand miles on a few feet of paintings. This kind of space compression will stump countless painters! The picture in front of you is not to mention at this point, and the structure and layout are all just right. The scenery on the picture is clearly layered and the overall order is orderly. In terms of configuration, it is completely a symbol of famous artists.

"It's indeed a masterpiece!" Zeng Quan murmured to himself, his eyes still staring at this map of thousands of miles of land. Compared to the last time, he was obviously mentally prepared this time, so although he was excited, he could not say that he was out of control.

Song Ming still said nothing.

"The style is closer to Qiu Ying, with a strong and elegant style, and a strong brushwork and color... No, here is the style of Tang Bohu, which turns thick into elegant style. While majestic, it also has a unique temperament!" Zeng Quan evaluated this map of thousands of miles of mountains and mountains, looked up suddenly and said, "It's incredible, incredible. I have seen many landscape pictures of contemporary famous masters. Compared to this one, I don't deserve to carry my shoes!"

"I'm really lucky to see such a painting in my life!" Zeng Quan sighed with satisfaction, suddenly turned around and bowed to Song Ming.

"What is Mr. Zeng doing?" Song Ming was shocked and helped Zeng Quan.

"The wish of my life is enough!" Zeng Quan smiled and said with a hearty smile: "I have many paintings, but I have never had such a large or good painting. Unfortunately, I can't afford the price, otherwise I would have spent a huge amount of money to buy this painting!"

"I'll draw another painting for Mr. Zeng another day!" Song Ming smiled, "What do you think about this painting?"

"In terms of level, an absolute treasure is a rare masterpiece!" Zeng Quan commented: "It's a pity that the antique industry has not been settled by time and has no seals from celebrities, so the price is still not high!"

"It's just coming for this matter!" Song Ming said: "There is no way to settle time, so I can only make old ones. I'll make a few seals on the seal!"

"Brother, I am still proficient in this?" Zeng Quan said in surprise.

"I know a little bit!" Song Ming laughed. For literati in his previous life, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, seals, and inscriptions are all skills that must be mastered. If Song Ming, a generation of literary scholars, did not understand this, it would be a joke if he told it out loud.

Jubaozhai has a ready-made seal stone and carving knife. Song Ming held it in his hand and carved it carefully. The stone powder fell. In less than half an hour, the first seal was completed.

The seal is named Liuru Lai Shi, which is the name of Tang Bohu.

After the stone seal was carved, Song Ming gently tapped it with a carving knife. The seal had a little crack, showing a little vicissitudes of life. Then he began to make the second seal.

The seal only has two words: Shizhou, which is also Qiu Ying's name.

Looking at Song Ming's skillful technique, Zeng Quan took out the ink and covered the two on-site seals on a piece of white paper.

"This... can be fake!" Zeng Quan naturally knew about the seals of Tang Bohu and Qiu Ying. Except for the bright colors, there was no difference between these two seals and those on famous paintings.

"It's just a small path!" Song Ming smiled and engraved the third seal. The name of this third seal was: Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng!

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