Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 776
"Yo ha ha, you are too broken, you are the one who asked me to judge the paintings, now I am telling the truth, you are in a hurry." Xu Hai smiled and smashed his pipe, and made up for it again. With a knife.

"I don't need to let you come here." Liang Xiao said, rolling his eyes.

"Cough cough." Zhang Zhong stood at the door and made a slight noise.

Xu Hai and Liang Xiao turned their heads at the same time, saw Zhang Zhong standing at the door, and laughed together.

"I said why I heard the magpies chirping on the tree early in the morning. It turns out that some nobles are coming. Why does Master Zhang have time to come here today?" Xu Hai said.

Liang Xiao also said, "Is it because your Pengpeng went to visit the oil painting academy again?"

Zhang Zhong smiled as he walked inside, "Today there is an activity for children's artists in the Oil Painting Academy, I brought Pengpeng over to participate, and the children are all painting right now, so I came to see you if I have nothing to do. "

"Come and sit, I'll make you a cup of tea." Liang Xiao pulled a chair over, then ran to the side to find a tea box from a small cabinet.

Seeing Liang Xiao find out the tea box from the small cabinet, Xu Hai widened his eyes, pointed at Liang Xiao with a pipe and said, "You stalker, I'm here to drink bad tea for you, and when Zhang Chong comes back, he will take the private goods." Take it out?"

Liang Xiao pushed Xu Hai's pipe away, curled his lips and said, "Tch, if you drink good tea, it doesn't mean that you are chewing peonies. You know what kind of good tea is bad tea, and if you drink it, it will be full of bad tea. water?"

"Liang Xiao, what you said is serious."

Seeing the bickering between the two, Zhang Zhong interjected, "Next time I'll come over and bring you some good tea."

Xu Hai nodded, "Hey, what you said is right, every time we come to have tea, we are embarrassed to say you, don't you know that the Academy of Chinese Painting is very poor?"

"I know the Academy of Chinese Painting is poor, but you Xu Da calligrapher is not poor, isn't it that someone paid 50 yuan to buy one of your calligraphy last time, why, the money hasn't arrived yet?" Zhang Zhong took the tea Liang Xiao made for him , teased Xu Hai.

"You are quite well-informed." Xu Hai smiled, "You said you only caught poor people like me and said, which one is not richer than me, Liang Xiao or Dean He?"

What Xu Hai said was right, among the three of him, Liang Xiao and He Ruchu, he was the poorest.

Not to mention He Ruchu, a painting can sell for tens of millions.

Although Liang Xiao can't reach He Ruchu's level, it is not a problem for a painting to sell for several million.

Only Xu Hai was close. Someone willing to pay 50 yuan for a picture of him was considered a high price, otherwise Zhang Zhong would not have seen this news on the news.

Contemporary calligraphers, except for some who are out of the circle, most of their works do not have much market.

Moreover, the calligraphy market is also deformed now, and the works of most calligraphers are not as valuable as the calligraphy of some entertainment stars.

A few years ago, there was an entertainment star Liu Moumou who sold more than 500 million for four words, with an average of more than 100 million for each word.

The level of a beginner, but it can't stand the fame of others.

Another example is Zhang Zhong. When it comes to artistic attainments, he is indeed not as good as Xu Hai, but if a piece of Zhang Zhong's calligraphy is taken out, the price can be several million at random.

"Okay, I'll give you some good tea next time." Zhang Zhong smiled.

Xu Hai smiled and said, "That's right."

Zhang Zhong took a sip of his tea, and turned his eyes to the painting on the table. This painting is not as messy as Xu Hai said, and there are no flowers and plants. It's just a tree of red plums growing gratifyingly. Birds of different species stand on the top of plum blossoms, one sits lazily, and the other hangs its head up and prepares to take off.

This is a piece of "Shangmeishao", and you can feel the joy expressed in the painting just by looking at it.

After seeing the topic of Shangmeishao, Zhang Zhong also realized that the two birds should be magpies.

The homonym of magpie on plum tip means happy brow tip, and the meaning itself is very happy.

"Mr. Liang is in a good mood recently." Zhang Zhong looked at the painting and smiled.

"It was good at first, but the good mood was ruined by this guy." Liang Xiao glanced at Xu Hai with disgust in his eyes, but he didn't stop Xu Hai from reaching for his tea box. When making tea, I said: "You put less."

Xu Hai himself doesn't like to drink strong tea, so he didn't put any more in it. He said while pouring water, "I just said something to you when I saw that you were in a good mood. If you draw two dead crows, I have to comfort you .”

Liang Xiao looked at him, "So, I still have to thank you?"

"Ruzi can be taught."

Seeing that they continued to bicker, Zhang Zhong interrupted in time, "I came from Dean He just now, but he's not here. Didn't he come today?"

Xu Hai shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't seen him since today anyway, and you didn't say in advance that you're coming, it's normal that he didn't come, do you want me to call him?"

Zhang Zhong waved his hands again and again, "No, no, I'm just here for tea."

"Actually, there is good tea in Dean He's office, but I don't know where to hide it." Liang Xiao said.

"It must be in the small cabinet under the wardrobe." Xu Hai said firmly.

"How can you be so sure?"

Xu Hai smiled and said, "Because I have searched everywhere else, only that cabinet is locked and cannot be opened."

The corner of Zhang Zhong's mouth couldn't help twitching, probably He Ruchu was also guarding against the two of them, that's why he locked the cabinet.

After staying in the landscape and flower and bird teaching and research sections for a while, the three of them chatted for a while, guessing that the activities at the Academy of Oil Painting were about to end, so Zhang Zhong got up to say goodbye to Liang Xiao and Xu Hai.

"Don't worry, take this painting away." Liang Xiao grabbed Zhang Zhong, then rolled up "Shangmeishao" that had been aired and stuffed it into a painting bucket, "Before you wrote a poem for my Mount Tai Rising Sun , I have always wanted to send you a humble painting. This time, you just happened to catch up with the artistic conception of the painting. This painting is destined for you, and I will give it to you to save me from worrying about sending other things. .”

"How……"

"You must not refuse." Liang Xiao stuffed the painting bucket into Zhang Zhong's hand, giving the gift with a very tough attitude.

Seeing his posture, Zhang Zhong didn't refuse any more. After taking the painting bucket, he said, "Then respect is worse than obedience. I will definitely cherish Mr. Liang's masterpiece."

"Since I gave it to you, even if you use it to wipe the table and use the toilet, it has nothing to do with me." Liang Xiao smiled.

Zhang Zhong also smiled, nodded with the two and walked out of the teaching and research room.

When he returned to the first studio of the Academy of Oil Painting, Wu Ziyun was still giving lectures to the children. Seeing Zhang Zhong holding a painting bucket in his hand, Xu Yuhan asked curiously, "Why did you go out and bring a painting bucket back? Are there any paintings in it?"

"Yes, it was given to me by Liang Xiao from the Academy of Chinese Painting..." Zhang Chong told Xu Yuhan roughly what happened at the Academy of Chinese Painting with a smile, and then pointed to the microphone and said, "This painting is happy, why don't you hang it on your head?" In that room?"

Xu Yuhan smiled and said, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)