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Huazhou finally came to a stop slowly, and Fang Jiuran's jade surface was a bit pink, which looked very beautiful.

However, at Fang Chen's strong request, Fang Jiuran still put on a mask.

When the four got off the flower boat, Fang Chen suddenly noticed that a group of young men and women in white clothes were gathering together to paint on the shore.

Looks like that, it's just that no flower boat has been vacated during this period of time.

The people at the Changquan Calligraphy and Painting Academy changed their attention and decided to paint on the spot.

He watched Fang Biyun get off the boat.

Qiaojie over there seems to have been staring at the shore eagerly.

For the first time, he was the first to rush up. With that enthusiastic appearance, Fang Chen's eyelids jumped.

"Miss Biyun, we temporarily decided to paint on the riverside. After all, the flower boat is still in the open air. Rain and snow will always wet the paper and affect our performance."

After Qiao Jie finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Chen beside him.

"Miss Biyun, on the boat just now, that kid didn't do anything bad to you, right?".

"Oh, no."

Fang Biyun smiled, and the flowers trembled.

Fang Jiuran and Fang Chen looked at each other with helpless faces.

Fang Biyunyu walked over with a small mouth in his hand, and slurped his mouth at an unfolded painting;

"This painting is not bad, the pen is fine, the style is clean and tidy, and the content is very good. Is this your work?".

Fang Chen and Fang Jiuran had planned to leave.

As a result, Fang Biyun over there beckoned Fang Chen suddenly; "Two President Fang, come and have a look together?".

Fang Chen really didn't understand why the second sister appeared here today.

But Fang Chen really dared not say anything to her.

Fang Jiuran wanted to leave when he was pulling Fang Chen, but Fang Biyun suddenly said provocatively;

"I remember that we studied calligraphy and calligraphy when we were in general university? But is it a bit unreasonable to show you a hand?".

As soon as Qiao Jie heard this, he knew the opportunity had come.

Just now on the shore.

After Fang Biyun introduced the identities of Fang Jiuran and Fang Shiyun, he was a little afraid.

Although my family is still influential in Changquan City.

But compared with the female president of Tianding, who is well-known in the northwest region, and the God of War Xuanyuan, one of China's four great war gods.

That's a joke.

Zheng worry has no chance to turn fighting into jade silk.

Now when I heard Fang Biyun's words, he also echoed: "It turns out that President Fang was still a painter and calligrapher in his early years, so let's come and taste it together?".

"The art of communication is nothing more."

Fang Biyun smiled and glanced in Fang Chen's direction.

Fang Jiuran rolled his eyes; "Everyone doesn't count, you know a little bit, just take a look."

Pulled Fang Chen and walked over.

When Fang Chen glanced at it, he found that he had two big heads.

"Which painting do our arsonists like?".

Fang Biyun glanced at Fang Chen winkingly.

Obviously on the little flower boat, I heard the conversation between Fang Chen and Fang Jiuran.

Fang Chen's face flushed suddenly, it wasn't that Fang Biyun was hooked.

But Fang Jiuran's jade hand was screwed one hundred and eighty degrees under her armpit.

As if venting his anger.

Young people want to cry without tears, what is this all about!

If I am guilty, please let the law sanction me instead of sending a terrifying woman like my second sister to sow discord.

Seeing Fang Biyun questioning Fang Chen, Qiao Jie glanced at Fang Chen with disdain.

In his opinion, even Fang Zong Fang Jiu Ran and Xuanyuan War God Fang Shiyun, although they are both well-known existences in the upper class.

But in this category of art appreciation, he still can't compare with Qiao Jie's attainments.

Inviting Fang Jiuran to appreciate the painting is nothing but a polite remark.

"Me? My favorite is this pair...".

Fang Chen glanced at the table, his eyes suddenly fell on the painting in the bottom corner.

The painting was placed randomly as a tablecloth by a group of them.

The drawing paper is half open.

The content above is an old farmer standing by the river, staring at the Qinhuai River in a daze, his body covered with mud.

Fang Chen's voice fell.

All the young men and women in white clothes looked at each other and chuckled.

"puff".

Qiao Jie laughed disdainfully, and cast his gaze at Fang Chen.

"I bought this painting at a roadside stall last time. I want to use it as a tablecloth, but it's worth a few hundred yuan."

"Friend, your appreciation is unique...".

There is no lack of words in the words that have the meaning of demeaning and mocking Fang Chen.

On the contrary, Fang Jiuran's wonderful eyes fell on a half-spread work in that corner, and there was a touch of surprise across his eyes.

Wanyu also glanced at Fang Chen with some triumph in Meiyu.

"Don't speak casually if you don't understand, so as not to make people laugh."

"Everyone is praising Big Brother Qiaojie's work for his wonderful workmanship, but you just ran away and pointed to a bad picture of unknown origin, and was amazed, haha".

Although she didn't say it clearly.

But the meaning seems to be saying that those of us who are noble, really are not you, an unachievable lame person who can point fingers at you.

Two realms of creatures.

"Hey, Wanyu, how can you talk like that? It's normal for this friend to not understand painting appreciation. After all, no one is born with a vision of appreciating beautiful things."

Fang Chen raised his brows, always feeling that the paintings in the corner that were used as tablecloths were not simple.

"I think this painting is pretty good."

Fang Jiuran gave Fang Biyun a faint glance at her beautiful eyes, and immediately fell on the people of the Changquan Painting and Calligraphy Academy.

While talking, Fang Jiuran took two steps forward.

Yushou drew out the painting Fang Chen just mentioned from the corner; "Appreciating a painting is nothing more than from several angles."

"Composition, meaning, pen strength...".

"good".

Qiao Jie nodded, and it seemed that Fang Jiu Ran really knew a thing or two about painting appreciation.

But the playfulness in his eyes is even more interesting.

Because this painting, whether it is the composition, the meaning, or the brushwork, in his opinion, there is nothing commendable for people to talk about.

"Although the composition of this painting is not full, it seems that the entire upper half is slightly empty, but its meaning is very clear."

"The old man catching fish by the river is muddy, his eyes are dull and he looks at the Qinhuai River...".

Qiao Jie said with a smile.

"Mr. Jiang, I know you want to save a bit of face for that friend, but as you said, the old farmer's eyes were drawn extraordinarily sluggish, quite rigid, and the so-called look can't read the vivid charm at all."

"How can this kind of work enter Fang Zong's eyes?".

PS: Don’t worry for those who follow the official account. Huang Bufan’s extravaganza is divided into three chapters. The content runs through the finale of Qi Shao and the grand finale of Lingwang. It can be regarded as a finishing touch to my two previous works. The name of the extravaganza is already It’s settled, and it’s called "Heaven Cang Lingwai". Interested friends can follow my public account, which is my pen name; after hearing the strings, I will post the first article tonight.

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