gifted collector

Chapter 119 Oil Painting
It was getting dark, Fang Ming and Zheng Ru walked slowly along the campus road of Ningdong University, but they hadn't spoken for a while.

There was a smile on the corner of Zheng Ru's mouth. She thought of the situation in the previous class when Fang Ming was desperately asked about his relationship with her by her students, and she was secretly happy.

Fang Ming tilted his head, happened to see this scene, smiled wryly, and said, "Do you think it's very interesting?"

"laugh!"

Zheng Ru laughed and said, "That's true. The situation at that time was really messy. It was quite fun."

Touching his nose, Fang Ming said: "It's not you who was forced to ask, of course you think it's funny, if you were the one who was forced to ask, you wouldn't be so happy."

Recalling the situation of being forced to ask questions with thousands of mouths in the classroom before, Fang Ming couldn't help but fight a cold war. He never thought that the current students would have such a strong desire to gossip, and they would have all kinds of questions, even to the point where Are you already at the level of XXOO?

Fang Ming always felt that his skin was already very thick, but he had no way to fight back. In the end, he could only retreat.

"Hey, it seems that you won't come again next time."

Zheng Ru was overjoyed, she definitely had a reason that Fang Ming would never be "fooled" to listen to her lectures after what happened this time.

Shaking his head fiercely, Fang Ming said, "No, I will definitely not come again, those students of yours wish they could eat me up."

How could Fang Ming try such a thing again?

"Hahaha!"

Zheng Ru finally couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Sister Ru, I have a question I want to ask."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Zheng Ru had a look of surprise on her face, she couldn't think of anything Fang Ming wanted to ask herself, antique?From her father, she already knew that Fang Ming was already a master among masters at least in picking up leaks—let alone herself, even her own father couldn't compare to Fang Ming in this respect, let alone herself. said.

"That's right. Do you have any Western oil paintings in your family?"

What Fang Ming wants to know most now is whether his pixiu ability is equally useful for oil paintings or western "antiques". If so, then he really has grown up.But I don't have any "antiques" in this area, and I have no way to study it if I want to study it. Since Zheng Ru offers such a course, he must be very interested in this area, so he asked in the hope of just in case. Does she have it there? If so, it's best to lend it to myself and study it.

"There are some, but not many. Most of them are albums, especially those famous original works. I don't have them."

Speaking of this point, Zheng Ru felt a little uncomfortable. She studied Western art history and was a master at appraising oil paintings, but she hadn't collected any good things in the past few years, which made her Quite unwilling, but there is no way.The main reason is that although Western art such as oil painting has flourished in China, there are still very few real masters, especially those who have status in the entire art history. Of course Xu Beihong counts, but besides him ?
At the same time, because the history is too short, there are relatively few paintings handed down, and there are fewer "antiques". I usually live and work in China, and I have lost many opportunities to "shop". It is also a place to play, and when various factors are added together, naturally there will not be many collections.

Fang Ming lifted his spirits and said, "I want to take a look, I wonder if it's possible?"

"No problem, I have a house at school with some collectibles, let's go now."

"it is good."

How could Fang Ming refuse?Immediately, he followed Zheng Ru and walked forward.

Ningdong University occupies a huge area, and there is a separate area in which is the teacher's dormitory area. All of them are small high-rise buildings, and they are duplexes. The conditions are quite good.

When he followed Zheng Ru in, Fang Ming found that it was the size of a residential area. The trees supported the vegetables, the fragrance of the flowers, and the lighting that had been specially arranged, all of a sudden creating a warm and romantic atmosphere. A very comfortable feeling.

"This place is quite nice."

Although it is not very clear in the night because the lights are not too bright, but what you see is enough to make people surprised--Fang Ming even saw a small lake in the center of the whole community, although it is not big. , but Zheng Ru told him that it was a natural lake!
Ningdong City is not a rural place, and it is not easy to find a small natural lake.

"It's true. The hardware conditions of Ningdong University are very good in the whole country and even in the world."

Zheng Ru nodded. This point is recognized in the university circle, so many people want to come to Ningdong University to become teachers every year. It's just that there are too many people competing, and not many can really get in.

Zheng Ru's house is in the second half of the community, which is even more quiet. From this, it can be seen that her "status" in Ningdong University is not bad, otherwise it would be impossible to get a house in this position.

Follow Zheng Ru up to the third floor.

"Card."

With a soft sound, Zheng Ru opened the door, and then turned on the light with a "snap", and the whole room was suddenly bright.

Fang Ming took a look and found that there was a coffee table in the center of the hall, and surrounding the coffee table were sofas with several sheets of cloth. Behind the longest sofa was a shelf with some paintings and decorative porcelain on it... …

"Yes, these antiques are all good."

Fang Ming put a one-foot-long porcelain bottle back on the shelf. According to Pixiu, he knew that the bottle was worth about 20 yuan, and more importantly, the antiques on the shelves in her room had already exceeded 200 yuan. Wan, there are not many people who can spend so much money on decorations. Of course, her father Zheng Bai is a collector and everyone is different.

"Come, drink some water."

Zheng Ru put a glass of water in front of Fang Ming, and found that he was very interested in the antiques in her house, so she said, "I think you are really fascinated by what I say, just look at the antiques in my house." Even antique things have to be mastered."

"Ha! Let you put it this way, I found that it is true."

Fang Ming was happy, took a sip of water, and said, "Sister Ru, didn't you say you have oil paintings in your collection? Show me."

The purpose of Fang Ming coming here to Zheng Ru is the oil paintings she has collected. He wants to test whether his Pixiu is equally effective when facing Western artworks.

"Okay, then you come with me."

Zheng Ru was a little helpless, and it seemed that what he said was not wrong at all. Fang Ming was really obsessed with antiques, and he kept his three sentences in the same line. There is no interest in getting along.

At this time, Fang Ming only had oil paintings in his mind, and he didn't notice Zheng Ru's "strangeness" at all. He immediately stood up and followed Zheng Ru, walked in, walked through the hall, turned a corner, and then passed through a corridor and entered a four-story building. A room of ten square meters.

"Huh? Is this your studio?"

Fang Ming came in to take a look, and exclaimed in a low voice. The first thing he saw in this room were five easels, large or small, each with an oil painting of a different degree of completion, even in the air. It smells like oil paint.

"Well, yes, this is my studio."

Zheng Ru nodded, then pointed to a few paintings hanging on the wall and continued: "I bought these paintings at a high price from an auction house, and they were the works of a painter about 100 years ago. In terms of value, it is not bad, but there is still a certain distance from the real boutique."

Speaking of this, Zheng Ru is also quite depressed. She is a person who loves painting, and her own painting level is quite high, but when it comes to collecting paintings, there are very few paintings. Can you not be depressed? ?

"Fang Ming, aren't you very good at picking up leaks? When will you pick up some oil paintings or sculptures for me?"

Fang Ming still doesn't know whether Pixiu is also effective for oil paintings and sculptures, how dare he agree to this matter?

"This... Sister Ru, you think highly of me, don't you? I'm not omnipotent. I'm still confident if I can find two ordinary antiques for you, but I'm really not familiar with oil paintings and sculptures."

Zheng Ru thought for a while, and realized that she was a little dizzy. Fang Ming was good at traditional antiques, but she wanted him to pick up leaked oil paintings for her.

"Okay, forget it, just pretend that I didn't say that."

Fang Ming looked at the paintings hanging on the wall without moving, but his eyes were getting bigger and bigger.Zheng Ru waited for a while, and found that Fang Ming didn't move at all, and he didn't seem to plan to say anything, so she couldn't help but get curious, and said, "Fang Ming, what do you see?"

Shaking his head, Fang Ming said: "I didn't see anything, I think, I know this oil painting but it doesn't know me."

Fang Ming really had a headache. Among the paintings in front of him, one was a tall sunflower, the other was a field of autumn harvest, and the other was a sea with the sun growing—naturally, he could see all of these. When it comes out, it looks very soft from a distance, but if you look closely at it, you will find that large pieces of color are plastered together like plaster.

When he was in class before, he had heard Zheng Ru say that oil paintings are made of lumps of paint, but at that time he was looking at pictures, so he didn’t have much feeling, but now it’s different, several oil paintings are “alive” The earth is in front of your eyes, especially if you can get a close look, the shock is huge.

Fang Ming couldn't imagine what kind of effect it would be if he smeared chunks of thick ink on rice paper.

(End of this chapter)