I Just Want To Be A Salted Fish Quietly

The two lingered in the small pavilion for a while, and when the paint on the drawing paper was completely dried, Lin Xian reached out and took off the drawing paper, and rolled it into a scroll.

Seeing this, Zhang Mengyao scolded: "Lin Xian, you should move more lightly!"

Lin Xian couldn't laugh or cry: "The quality of this drawing paper is pretty good, and it's not so easy to break."

"Forget it, let me get it!"

Zhang Mengyao was worried, and took the scroll gently, with a cautious look, as if she was holding a peerless treasure.

But think about it, for Zhang Mengyao, this painting is a peerless treasure exclusive to her.

If damaged, the girl will be sad for a long time.

Holding the picture scroll in her arms, Zhang Mengyao eagerly said, "Lin Xian, let's go and frame it!"

"Fine!"

Seeing that she was so excited, Lin Xian put away his painting tools and drawing boards.

Putting the painting bags on their backs, the two left the small pavilion and headed towards the foot of the mountain to see a doctor.

Going down is always faster and easier than going up.

It took an hour to go up the mountain, but only half an hour to go down the mountain.

While standing by the side of the road, waiting for a taxi, Zhang Mengyao suddenly asked, "By the way, do you know where there is a shop for mounting paintings?"

Mounting, a very ancient craft.

In ancient times, this craft was very popular. Because there were many calligraphy and paintings in ancient times, a good calligraphy or painting would be framed and then hung at home.

But in modern times, there are fewer and fewer calligraphy and paintings, and this craft has gradually begun to decline.

To be honest, many people know that there is a craft of mounting paintings, but if you suddenly ask you to tell me where there is such a shop, most of them will be confused.

It is no exaggeration to say that 99% of people in China have never been in contact with a painting shop since they were young.

Lin Xian had never been in contact with them before, so he was stunned for a while.

After thinking about it, he murmured: "Let's go to Chaotian Palace, there should be a painting shop over there.

As the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, Jinling has profound cultural heritage.

As for Chaotian Palace, as one of the cultural centers of Jinling, there are countless antique shops, presumably there should be a painting shop.

After making the decision, Lin Xian reached out to stop a taxi, and the two rushed to Chaotian Palace.

As a tourist attraction, Chaotian Palace is actually not as famous as the Confucius Temple, but as an antique trading market, it is extremely famous throughout the country.

There is Panjiayuan in the north and Chaotian Palace in the south.

One south and one north, there are two major antique trading markets in China.

After more than 20 minutes, the taxi stopped steadily at the roadside of Chaotiangong Antique Trading Market.

After paying the money, Zhang Mengyao held the picture scroll and asked in confusion, "Lin Xian, where should we go now?"

The antique trading market is a very long alley. There are antique shops on both sides of the street, and there is a large open space at the end of the alley.

On the open space, hundreds of stalls gathered together, chatting and bargaining were heard endlessly, and it was very lively.

It was Lin Xian's first visit to the Chaotian Palace Antique Trading Market, and he found it very interesting, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "Let's look for it, there should be a painting shop here.

Antique calligraphy and painting shops and painting shops are not separate. Wherever there are antiques, there must be painting shops.

Reaching out to embrace Zhang Mengyao, the two walked into the alley.

Today is the weekend, because the antique trading market is extremely lively.

Not a spacious alley, people come and go.

Zhang Mengyao also came to Chaotian Palace for the first time, so with big eyes, she kept looking around the shops curiously.

"Lin Xian, do you think you can really buy antiques at a low price here?" Zhang Mengyao asked curiously.

Lin Xian shook his head and laughed, "It's still possible to go back 20 years. Now, the odds are even smaller than winning the first prize in the lottery. A pig climbs a tree."

Zhang Mengyao wondered: "Then why are there so many people?"

"Let's make it lively, and people have a fluke mentality. If you catch a leak, you can get rich overnight."

Lin Xian paused, and continued to explain: "Of course, this is also a place for antique collectors to communicate."

Think about it, how comfortable it is for two or three Tibetan friends to gather together, drink tea, exchange experiences, and share their newly bought antiques.

After walking down an alley, Lin Xian still couldn't find the painting shop.

On the contrary, Zhang Mengyao was holding a painting scroll in her arms, which attracted the attention of many people. Some employees of antique shops even asked her if she wanted to sell paintings.

0...seeking flowers...

Looking at the shops on both sides, Lin Xian suddenly smiled wryly and said: "Zhang Mengyao, I find that we two are a bit stupid.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhang Mengyao raised her eyebrows and said inexplicably.

"Why do you want to look for [directly to Renjian Shijian] so stupidly you will know!"

After Lin Xian finished speaking, he turned and walked into an antique shop next to him.

No matter whether the calligraphy and painting in these antique shops are real or fake, if they want to sell them, they must at least frame the calligraphy and painting to make customers look like that.

So, they must know where there is a painting shop.

Walking into the shop, Lin Xian asked with a smile on his face, "Boss, I would like to ask you something, is there a painting shop near here?"

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Frame shop?"

The boss is a middle-aged man. Hearing his question, he glanced at the scroll in Zhang Mengyao's arms, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Hey, do you two want to sell paintings?"

"I don't sell it, I just draw it for fun and want to frame it." Lin Xian explained.

Hearing that it was not for sale, the boss immediately lost interest, and said: "Turn left when you exit the market, about 150 meters, there is a small alley, and there are several painting shops in it.

"Thank you boss!"

Lin Xian thanked him and led Zhang Mengyao out of the store.

Done!

Following the route of the middle-aged boss, the two soon found the alley.

Compared with the alley in the trading market, the alley in front of me is very deserted. Looking around, there are not many pedestrians at all.

Strolling among them, Lin Xian soon found a painting shop.

Study room!

The store door is both ordinary and elegant.

"Go, go in and have a look!"

Lin Xian took Zhang Mengyao's little hand and led her into the store.

Open the door curtain and walk in, a faint and elegant fragrance immediately hits the nostrils.

The smell of incense is very good, light but not strong, fragrant but not strong, it is obviously a high-end incense.

The area of ​​the store is not large, only sixty to seventy square meters when fully loaded, and is divided into two parts by a screen.

Although the area is small, the decoration is very elegant and antique.

The part next to the store door is dedicated to selling the four treasures of the study, brushes, inks, papers and inkstones. .