"This is a mediocre work." Luo Shui commented on the red sun pictures of the mountains one by one, and persuaded: "Brother Fang, if you like this type of painting, I remember that Boss Lin has a famous work in his hand..."

"No need." Fang Yuan waved his hand quickly and said with a smile: "Just want this one. I bought this painting and didn't just want to collect it. The main reason is that the company office is a bit monotonous, so I plan to buy this painting and decorate it."

"The paintings hanging in the office cannot be too good, otherwise it will be very distressed if something breaks unexpectedly." While speaking, Fang Yuan also handed over a card and smiled and said, "Boss, be cheaper."

"I'll give you a 30% discount, too." Boss Lin smiled. It was an ordinary painting anyway. I thought it couldn't be sold anymore. Now someone wants it, it's a surprise. How much you can make is what you earn.

"Thank you, boss." Fang Yuan's smile became stronger.

After a while, the transaction was completed, Boss Lin also took off the high mountain red sun map, carefully swept away the dust on the screen, and then put it in a special brocade box and handed it to Fang Yuan.

Afterwards, the two bid farewell to Boss Lin and returned with their own gains. After walking for two or three minutes, they arrived at the teahouse that Luoshui mentioned. The business here is indeed very good, and there are basically no seats in the lobby on the first floor.

Drinking morning tea is basically a lifestyle for people in Guangdong Province. Bring a newspaper and then invite three or five friends to the teahouse. You can stay from morning to night.

Of course, not everyone is there. They spend this time to shop in teahouses all day. Anyway, after entering the teahouse, Fang Yuan looked around and found that most of the people who drink tea here are middle-aged or elderly people, and very few young people. The various tea fragrances and pastry aromas are filled with steam in the air, which makes him feel relaxed and happy.

This place is also Luoshui's home court. Before the waiter can come, he took Fang Yuan to the second floor. Relatively speaking, there are indeed fewer guests on the second floor, and the seats are separated by strings of crystal curtains. It also looks more elegant.

At this time, the two of them found a seat next to the window and naturally a waiter came to receive him.

"Come to Hulongjing. Please give me osmanthus cake and crystal shrimp dumplings..." Luoshui didn't even read the list of tea list handed over by the waiter, so he ordered tea and refreshments directly.

The waiter quickly recorded the record and then smiled: "You two wait. What you ordered will come soon."

The speed was really fast. In just two or three minutes, a pot of steaming Longjing tea and seven or eight plates of fragrant refreshments were placed directly in front of the two of them.

"Brother Fang, try it." Luoshui recommended: "Osmanthus cake is made by picking the freshest osmanthus. It tastes sweet but not greasy, and it is very fragrant and refreshing."

Fang Yuan was not polite either. He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth and bit it. The pastry was soft but not sticky, and the taste was indeed good. While eating soft and delicious refreshments, he tasted the fragrance of Longjing tea. The leisurely feeling was really an extraordinary enjoyment.

"Brother Fang, how does it feel?" Luo Shui asked with a smile, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he was a handsome and warm man walking out of anime, he was definitely a generation of male god style. Fortunately, there were no girls and young women nearby, otherwise many people would be filled with spring and would not be able to sleep at night.

"Very popular." Fang Yuan praised it.

"You didn't recommend the wrong place." Luo Shui smiled, with a bit of cunning look in his eyes: "Since that's the case, can you consider telling me what the mystery is there in that mountain red sun picture?"

"What mystery can there be?" Fang Yuan smiled and handed over the painting in his hand: "If you don't believe it, you can see it yourself."

Luo Shui really didn't believe it, so he took out the scroll and carefully spread it out half of it to look. With his appreciation ability, he could naturally see that the painting was very ordinary in terms of style, style, mounting technology, and paper materials. At least in his eyes, there was nothing special.

"I'm so careless?" Luo Shui murmured to himself, simply lifting the painting up and staring at the light.

This is also a tip for appreciating calligraphy and paintings. As long as the mounting material of Yingguang looks at the painting is not too thick, you should generally see some clues. At least you have a general understanding of the color, thickness, paper texture and other details of the scroll.

But Luo Shui looked at it for a long time, but had to admit that the painting was really ordinary. With this conclusion, he couldn't say whether he was happy or disappointed. He was happy that his appreciation was still good. He had judged that the painting was very ordinary before, so he didn't buy it. He was disappointed that the painting was too ordinary, but instead he had a little surprise and was in vain to look forward to it.

Luo Shui shook his head and wanted to wrap the picture up and put it back, but out of caution, he spread the picture to the end and watched the lower left corner of the scroll.

At first glance, Luo Shui frowned: "It's an anonymous painting, so perfunctory. It must be that even the painter thinks that he is not good at painting, so he simply doesn't write it."

"Anonymous?" Fang Yuan glanced at it and pointed: "Although there is no seal, it is still a name. Isn't there two words?"

"Nanhai." Luo Shui shook his head and said, "I guess he was painted in the South China Sea. At most, he was considered a place name. Without the author's name and date seal, he was naturally considered an anonymous work."

"If you are anonymous, just anonymous." Fang Yuan said without any mind: "Anyway, I bought this painting, and I didn't buy it as a work by a famous artist."

"That's right." Luo Shui nodded slightly and was about to roll up the picture. At this moment, a person appeared quietly beside him and suddenly said, "Can you show me this painting?"

"Huh?" Luo Shui was stunned and looked up. He saw an old man next to him. He was well-dressed, energetic, with a childish face, and a kind-hearted look.

Luo Shui blinked. No matter what the old man was intended, out of the virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young, he quickly got up and pulled open the chair next to him, and said, "Old man, please sit down."

"Thank you." The old man smiled approvingly, sat down generously, and then apologized: "Come uninvited, take the liberty."

"It's okay." Luo Shui waved his hand, and was also a little curious: "Old man, you want to see this painting."

"Yes." The old man nodded calmly, with a somewhat eager expression: "Can you show me?"

"This..." Luo Shui hesitated for a while and turned to look at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed over the old man and nodded directly. After all, in public, he would not be afraid that an old man would steal the things of the two young and strong guys.

With Fang Yuan's permission, Luo Shui naturally would not be a villain, so he handed over the picture directly: "Old man, look at it slowly."

At this time, Luo Shui's curiosity that had already been extinguished in his heart rekindled. He secretly speculated that there was something strange about this painting?

At this time, the old man took the picture and seemed to be a little uncontrollable excitement. His fingers carefully brushed the picture, and a look of remembrance appeared on his face. In that situation, it seemed that the old man was not watching the picture, but recalling some past events, and fell into a loss of consciousness and was not awake for a long time.

After a long time, the old man finally came to his senses and said with emotion: "I finally saw this painting again after more than twenty years."

"Twenty years?" Luo Shui was stunned for a moment and couldn't help asking: "Old man, do you know the origin of this painting?"

"I know, how could I not know." The old man nodded and sighed: "This painting...was painted by me."

"What?" The unexpected answer suddenly stunned Fang Yuan and Luoshui.

The old man smiled and felt a little moved: "That happened more than 20 years ago. I was traveling with a few friends in the South China Sea. One day, I was so happy that I graffitied this painting. When I was about to inscription, I snatched it away by a friend."

While speaking, the old man's tone was very low: "But more than ten years ago, the friend who took the painting took a step forward. Alas, life is full of suffering, especially when old friends are sick and sick, and they are helpless..."

Hearing this, Luo Shui sighed, but didn't know how to comfort him. After all, at his prime, nothing he said seemed to be appropriate, and there was a suspicion of showing off.

Fortunately, the old man quickly cheered up and shook his head slightly, "But birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, and I have also seen it. Half of my foot has stepped into the coffin, so what else can't be understood? I guess it will be my turn in a few years."

"Old man, don't say that." Luo Shui hurriedly comforted: "You will definitely be able to live a hundred years old."

"Yes, I live a hundred years old." The old man smiled and said, "I am ninety-six this year."

"What?" Luo Shui was confused. He looked at the old man carefully, and extremely doubted whether the old man had said his age was reversed. Judging from his handsome face, he was not ninety-six, but it was clearly sixty-nine.

"Don't believe it?" The old man smiled, and suddenly reached out and stroked his silver-white eyebrows, with a slight look of pride in his eyes. He has always felt very accomplished about his age advantage.

"...Faith!" Luo Shui nodded seriously, obviously not speaking in his heart.

The old man didn't intend to expose it. He smiled slightly, then his expression calmed down, and he felt a little sad: "Young man, I have a reluctant request, I hope you can agree."

When Luoshui heard this, he knew it. He subconsciously glanced at Fang Yuan, and then smiled and said, "Old man, if you have something to do."

"Although this painting was painted by me, it is a relic of an old friend." The old man sighed: "I miss you when I see the things. I hope you can sell the painting back to me so that I can keep it as a souvenir."

As expected, Luo Shui nodded, and was determined to help the old man, and turned around and said, "Brother Fang, look..."

People's hearts are full of flesh, and anyone who hears the old man's words will inevitably feel a little compassion. After all, this painting is the work of the old man, and now he wants to buy it back, and it is to commemorate his deceased old friend. It is inconsistency and reason, and Fang Yuan cannot refuse it.

However, Fang Yuan refused and shook his head and said, "Don't sell!"
Chapter completed!