Shao Yanzhang's paintings are valuable in the market, as long as you can really afford the money and have the heart to find it, you can always buy his calligraphy and paintings.
An ordinary painting of his costs 1,000 taels, and the paintings hidden in Lan Caicai's house are afraid that they will not be able to buy 3,000 taels.
Because the level of painting is different.
That day, she praised Shao Yanzhang's painting to Lan Caicai, saying that his painting method had been perfected to the point of being superb, and asked Lan Caicai if his uncle had encountered something to ignite his soul.
As a result, Lan Caicai came directly, the paintings circulating on the market are all those that Shao Yanzhang thinks he generally does not want to keep, and the paintings he keeps at home are his proud works.
Shao Yanzhang felt that it was a waste to lose those unsatisfactory paintings, so it was better to send them to the painting workshop, and each flower would be in his own eyes, and he felt that the failure might be a stroke of genius in the eyes of others.
Yao Siping only knew that Shao Yanzhang was open-minded, but he didn't know that his open-mindedness had reached such a point, and he was almost a philistine.
Of course, the thoughts of the Aoyama monks cannot be considered with the thoughts of ordinary people.
Yao Siping's small fists clenched tighter, her face tightened, and her lips were ravaged by her.
The tears were contained.
Lan Caicai watched Yao Siping stand up, saluted her guiltily, and said hurriedly: "It's me who is abrupt, I shouldn't make such an rude request to my sister, and I ask my sister to forgive me." ” After speaking, Yao Siping took a few deep breaths and turned her head to clean up the money on the table, Lan Caicai patted Yao Siping's shoulder and signaled her to steady, not to be too excited.
"There's no way I'm going to sell you my uncle's paintings."
With a smile in her eyes, Lan Caicai stared at Yao Siping and said, "However, I can consider giving you one, you can wait." ” After speaking, Lan Caicai stood up and went to his room, and after a while, he took out an early spring picture and handed it to Lan Caicai.
Yao Siping's hands trembled a little, and she carefully took the painting handed to her by Lan Caicai, slowly unfolded the scroll, and an elegant and lively mountain scene in early spring appeared in front of her eyes.
The tranquil and majestic mountains are hidden in the faint mountain mist, giving people an ethereal and sacred feeling, Yao Siping did not dare to exhale hard, for fear that her breath would pollute the painting.
After putting away the scroll, Yao Siping thought twice and asked Lan Caicai if there was a brocade box for the scroll.
The painting has been installed on the scroll and can be hung directly for appreciation, but she is afraid that she will accidentally touch something dirty on the way back when she rolls it up, and when the time comes, it will be terrible to stain the painting.
Lan Caicai said yes, so she asked Furong to fetch a few brocade boxes, and Yao Siping picked them up.
Looking at Yao Siping's careful selection of the brocade box, Lan Caicai thought that she was indeed a person who loved to paint and cherished paintings.
After Yao Siping put the painting away, she thanked Lan Caicai and left.
After Yao Siping left, Lan Caicai was reading a book in the room, and the travelogue in her hand was a little boring, so she changed to another county chronicle, and when she read a few pages and felt that it was a little interesting, Furong came in to tell her that Yao Siping was back again.
Lan Caicai put down the book in his hand, got up and went to see Yao Siping, Yao Siping stood there and looked at Lan Caicai hesitantly for a while, and finally handed back the brocade box.
"Why do you want to return me" Lan Caicai didn't take the brocade box, but asked: "You don't like this painting, do you want to change it?"
Yao Siping shook her head vigorously, and after thinking for a long time, she looked at Lan Caicai and said: "Sister Lan treats me like a sister, I should not be mixed with interests when I intersect with you, they all say that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and it should be like this between me and my sister, I can't ask for this painting." ” This sounds familiar.
In the previous mission, she used similar words to reject Du Ling, and now Yao Siping uses such words to tell her that she is a friend.
Lan Caicai chuckled lightly and said: "It's just a painting, after you take it, our relationship will be as sweet as honey, my uncle's friends often ask him for paintings, and some of them also ask for a gift, and the interaction between them is not pure, there are many paintings in my room, and it is not a big deal to give you one." ” Yao Siping shook her head and said resolutely: "No, I deserve it." ” After speaking, Yao Siping walked quickly to Lan Caicai, forced the brocade box into Lan Caicai's arms, and then hurriedly ran away.
Lan Caicai asked Furong to follow and see, but don't hold Yao Siping.
Fleur came back breathless after a while: "Miss Yao is running so fast, Fleur can't catch up." ” "On the way out of Miss Yao, did you meet anyone?"
Furong thought for a while and said, "I saw a few maids, they were Chun Tao, Su Ju and Da Zhuang, and" "Have you met my uncle or aunt?"
Lan Caicai asked, seeing Fleur shaking her head, she relieved herself and returned to her room.
If she didn't make a mistake, Yao Siping in her previous life also returned the painting, but the painting was not returned to Lan Caicai, but she met Shao Yanzhang and returned the painting to him.
This point was pushed out by her, because in her previous life, Yao Siping left with the painting, and did not go back to her small courtyard to paint like now.
Later, Lan Caicai followed the Xiao family to learn the housekeeper, and once sorted out Shao Yanzhang's study, and accidentally caught a glimpse of this early spring picture, but she didn't see it very clearly at that glance, because Xiao Shi later called her away.
Shao Yanzhang has the habit of buying or asking others for his own paintings, which is his quirk, Lan Caicai thought that Shao Yanzhang had been to Shao's Mansion to paint, and thought that maybe he would ask for the paintings back at that time.
I thought about asking Yao Siping to ask clearly, but she and Yao Siping rarely saw each other for a few months, and they forgot about it when they met, so they never asked.
Yao Siping returned the picture of Lan Caicai in early spring, and she thought very clearly when she sat on the sedan chair.
Isn't it just being said, just saying it.
Suo painting this kind of thing, with the first time, there is a second time, a third time, what kind of sisterhood is deep, a painting is reluctant.
She was friendly with Lan Caicai, not to ask for the painting of the Qingshan monk.
The paintings of the Qingshan monks, she can see so many authentic works, her heart is enough.
The sedan chair stopped in front of Yao's Mansion, Yao Siping glanced at the plaque of Yao's Mansion indifferently, and entered Yao's Mansion with Xiaoyue.
Before Yao Siping returned to the small courtyard where she lived, she saw her sister Yao Sitian and sister Yao Sirong wandering around the house.
"Yo, the third sister is back."
Yao Sirong looked at Yao Siping with a smile, approached her and said, "Third sister went to Shao Mansion again, by the way, didn't you say yesterday that you would bring the painting back to give us long eyes, third sister, what about the painting?"
Yao Siting looked at Yao Siping and looked at Xiao Yue with empty hands behind Yao Siping, she didn't know what the result was, she deliberately grabbed Yao Sirong and reprimanded: "Such a precious painting, how can I show it to you at will on the road."
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Besides, our third sister is also a person who cherishes paintings, this painting."
"It must be handed over to the housekeeper to put away, and we have to bathe and burn incense to make sure that our body and mind are clean, and then we have a chance to feast our eyes, right?"
After Yao Sitian finished speaking, he gave Yao Sirong a look
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