Chapter 511

The guests took their seats one after another. The light in the corner was dark, and no one noticed the two people sitting in the corner.

The lady took the second place in the row.

"Mrs. song, that is, Song Sheng's stepmother, tut Tut, when the husband's illegitimate son had an accident, she almost wrote schadenfreude on her face. The rich wives of these rich families have no pattern at all."

"The woman who twisted her waist the most and wanted to look at people with her nostrils was your son's aunt and the young lady of the white family. Her affair was more wonderful than the script. She was given a flower nicknamed Jingzhou."

Zheng Qing knows all the celebrities and ladies who come in, and even remembers how old they first fell in love and stole some erasers.

Mingjing said helplessly, "I don't want to know."

"It's all right. You can use it sooner or later."

"Well, the woman with a long face and a thin face is the eldest lady of the Bo family, that is, doctor Bo's sister-in-law. This woman has a good life. Old lady Bo is a strange woman with both virtue and ability. She has a different pattern from those ladies who are confined to the boudoir. You can see from Mrs. Bo's good appearance that her mother-in-law has never been angry with her at home. It's perfect to be a woman for her share."

Among the ladies in Jingzhou, the most enviable one is Ji Rouen.

The bright mirror looked up.

Ji Rouen was surrounded by a group of women. She was guarded in the middle, smiling and proud.

Bo Lianye accompanied Mao Nana and Bai Weining accompanied Qin Qiuxi. One comforted the other. One sat in the South and one in the north, with rows of seats in the middle, for fear that they would fight again if they didn't agree.

"Leaf, is your sister-in-law seriously ill? I called her several times and didn't answer. Is there something she's hiding from me?" Mao Nana asked suspiciously.

Thin lotus leaf helped her sit down and said softly; "Sister Nana, don't worry, my sister-in-law is very good."

Mao Nana's eyes turned: "is there something wrong with her relationship with Professor Liu? Has Professor Liu done something sorry for her?"

Bo Lianye said with a wry smile, "sister Nana, you really misunderstood. The relationship between my sister-in-law and Professor Liu is good."

On the other side, Bai Weining is also comforting Qin Qiuxi: "sister-in-law, Miss Mao is such a temperament. Don't worry about it with her."

Qin Qiuxi glanced at her and smiled: "you have a good relationship with the little girl of the Bo family."

Bai Weining smiled shyly: "leaves treat me very well, and I treat her sincerely."

"Yes, it's better to be young." Qin Qiuxi patted the back of Bai Weining's hand with some meaningful eyes.

The smile on Bai Weining's face is more impervious and eager.

"I remember you are a star now? I seem to have seen you at the Spring Festival Gala this year." Qin Qiuxi stared at the young and tender face in front of her.

Bai Weining smiles shyly, like a lily in bud, fresh and soft.

"It's just a small fight. There were many people on the show at that time. It's rare for my sister-in-law to remember me."

"You sing very well and perform well. If you have any difficulties in the future, come to your sister-in-law."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Qin Qiuxi looked away and saw Qu Lanting and his party come in and sit in the first row.

Bai Weining around her was suddenly excited. Although she tried her best to suppress it, she caught it.

Qin Qiuxi looked along her eyes. The young man was tall and straight, with a cold face, like a sharp knife that was about to come out of its sheath.

It's human nature to admire AI when you're young.

Before Qin Qiuxi could sigh, she was attracted by the cold jade like figure.

Time changes and stars change. It seems that I went back to the year of sixteen and missed my whole life at a glance.

She once saw such a sentence in the book, saying, when a person is young, don't meet too amazing people, otherwise he won't be able to spend the rest of his life in peace.

In those days, the deer lost its way in the torrent of time, and also struggled, gave up and sank.

But when the fawn gets rid of the clouds and sees him again, he will still fall in love with him again.

Go around, everything is doomed.

Life is only once, either crazy or dead.

"Hiss" Bai Weining took a breath, and the pain from her hand made her wake up from the surprise for a short time.

It turned out that Qin Qiuxi pinched her unknowingly. Bai Weining looked at Qin Qiuxi, but saw her staring at a person in a daze. Her eyes were straight. In the depths of her eyes, there was something boiling and disturbing.

Bai Weining looked down her eyes. It was Uncle Bo.

Bai Weining suddenly remembered that Mao Nana's words were true.

For a moment, she didn't dare to make a sound and could only bear it, but the appearance of Qu Feitai calmed her anxiety.

She looked at the back of the head of Qu Feitai and smiled foolishly. Why does someone even look so good at the back of the head?

Ji Rouen was surprised and said, "Mr. Qu is here too. Why didn't your father tell us?"

Bo Lianye took a look back and said, "dad works with his own considerations, so let's not worry."

Then a woman in a camel coat and sunglasses came in. At the moment she appeared, Qu Lanting and Bo Yujian stood up at the same time.

The woman went to qulanting and reached out to take down her sunglasses. The woman was very tall. Standing in front of qulanting, who was more than one meter eight, she almost looked at him face to face.

"Master Wen, I've heard a lot about you." Qu Lanting smiled and stretched out his hand.

Ji Rouen was still muttering how the woman was so arrogant that she dared to let Qu Lanting and her husband meet her. When she heard the words "master Wen", she almost subconsciously blurted out: "so she is Wen Ruo."

This sentence was particularly harsh in the silent venue.

Thin lotus leaf frowned and looked at Ji Rouen. Ji Rouen suddenly stood up, rushed directly to the woman and said enthusiastically, "master Wen, I've heard a lot about your name."

The thin lotus leaf held his forehead and sighed at the bottom of his heart.

Wen Ruo picked his eyebrows and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. His eyes were cold and sharp, inexplicably tense.

"Who are you?"

Thin jade Jane took a deep breath, walked over and pulled Ji Rouen behind her. With a guilty face, she said, "I'm sorry, master Wen. She's my wife and doesn't understand etiquette. I'll make you laugh."

Ji Rouen came out from behind the thin jade slip: "master Wen, I'm the big lady of the Bo family. Old lady Bo, you know? It's the big writer who donated copper to write history. Old lady Bo, she's my mother-in-law."

Wen Ruo softened his eyes and said with a smile, "it's the elder martial sister's family. It's disrespectful."

Ji Rouen looked happy and immediately pulled over the thin lotus leaf: "this is my daughter lotus leaf. She is very smart. She has won many competition awards from childhood, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting..."

Thin jade Jane couldn't bear it. She yelled at her, "enough."

Ji Rouen was startled and the whole person shrank.

Bo Lianye stepped forward and said gracefully, "master, my name is Bo Lianye. You can call me ye. My mother has no malice. If she is rude, I will make amends to you on her behalf."

The girl in front of me is neither humble nor arrogant. Her eyes are gentle and firm, giving people great favor.

Wen Ruo looked at her, smiled and nodded, "you are a good child. There will be nothing wrong with your elder martial sister's upbringing."

Wen Ruo said, "how are you recently, elder martial sister?"

Thin lotus leaf said softly, "grandma is in good health, but her eyes are still an old problem for many years. My father has found many doctors over the years and can't be cured."

Wen Ruo sighed: "if I have time, I'll go to see elder martial sister. It's getting late. Please take your seats."

Bo Lianye nodded and pulled Ji Rouen away.

"Master, my wife is not sensible. Let you see a joke," she said with a smile

Wen Ruo said with a smile, "Mr. Bo, your daughter is excellent."

Thin jade slips showed a trace of pride on her face, but said modestly: "it was taught by her grandmother. The child has been sensible since childhood and doesn't let people worry."

Qu Lanting smiled, looked at Wen Ruo with a smile, and sat down in his seat.

After sitting down, Bo Yujian carefully wiped his forehead, and a cold sweat came from his forehead.

"Master Wen Ruo?" Bai Weining frowned and thought for a long time: "why is it so familiar?"

Qin Qiuxi appreciated her beautiful manicure, "a person who writes with a brush."

Bai Weining suddenly realized, "it's her."

Wen Ruo is a famous calligrapher who learns from master Qi Yun, integrates the strengths of hundreds of schools and creates Wenti. She is the founder of Kaishan school and the No. 1 figure in the calligraphy industry. She has many names. She is also a member of the international peace organization and has a high reputation and status in the world. I don't know how many people want to worship her as a teacher and inherit her mantle. However, so far, Wen Ruo has not received a disciple.

She has lived abroad for many years. Although she is famous internationally, she is low-key. Few people have seen her. Bai Weining met her for the first time. Unexpectedly, she is a very popular and temperament sister.

Thin lotus leaf pressed Ji Rouen's ready hand, and her low voice was with suppressed anger: "Mom, you're too impulsive."

Ji Rouen was a little worried: "I'm not trying to seize the opportunity..."

Thin lotus leaf closed her eyes and said helplessly, "well, stop talking. Keeping silent is the greatest help to me."

Ji Rouen looked a little hurt and hung his head silent.

Zheng Qing yawned, dragged his jaw with one hand, and felt sleepy.

"I should have known it was so boring."

She stared at Liu Xiangyue's side face. The light was blurred and dim. With the faint consciousness, she seemed to fall into a gentle dream.

Chaos, chaos, noisy music, wheezing breath, surging soul

Pieces of mottled pieces gradually pieced together a beautiful face in the torrent of memory.

Zheng Qing suddenly opened his eyes, with a little confusion in his eyes, staring at the side face close at hand.

The man seemed to feel something and suddenly turned his head and looked over.

At that moment, it seemed that even the soul trembled suddenly. Something broke out of the soil of memory.

At this time, the auctioneer's eloquent introduction came to my ears: "the first auction tonight is from the theory of Ailian by Yan Zhongling, the painting fairy." Yan Zhongling is a famous painter in the Yue Dynasty. It is said that when he was young, his family was poor, but he was gifted in painting. He was sold into the palace as a slave by his family who was greedy for money. Later, he became a court painter with his professional skills. He was the founder of landscape painting of Beijing school, Pingyuan cold forest, simple painting style and natural and unrestrained weather. He became a family of his own. The "light smoke" method created by his painting mountains and stones was called "light smoke chapping" by later generations It has a great impact on the landscape painting of later generations. "

"Although Yan Zhongling has made great achievements in landscape painting, he still has another nickname. Do you know what it is? The place where he lives is called Hanyuan. The fragrance of Hanyuan sells the green leaves, and the west wind worries about the green waves. This legendary masterpiece, the theory of Ailian, came into being in the prime of master Yan's life. He uses lotus flowers to chant his ambition, produce mud without dyeing, and wash clear ripples without demons."

The auctioneer wore a pair of brand-new white gloves and carefully opened a painting.

The painting is outlined in light ink. The lines are simple and smooth. The streams are Tangtang, the mountains are bright and clean, the lotus breaks through the water, and the branches and tendrils are graceful and pure. Each petal seems to have a soul. A small boat is hidden in the depths of the lotus coupling, and the graceful back of the woman on board is looming, which reflects and reflects each other with the lotus.

For a moment, there were exclamations all around.

Painting doesn't need much profound artistic cultivation and knowledge. As long as you have a pair of eyes that know how to find beauty, you will be deeply impressed by the Qingyuan artistic conception in this painting.

Mao Nana whispered, "is this an authentic work?"

Bo Lianye said with a smile: "of course it's authentic. The handed down ink auction house only sells authentic works. It's said that the owner of this auction house is a big collector. It holds an auction every three years, and each auction only displays three works. It doesn't need a high price or a noble identity to find people for them and take them away."

Mao Nana asked curiously, "what do you need?"

Thin lotus leaf stared at the picture and said faintly, "only a pair of eyes that know how to appreciate."

"So simple?"

"Sometimes looking at simple things, it's very complicated." Bo Lianye said something ambiguous.

Confused, Mao Nana looked around, "am I in the wrong place?"

"Sister Nana, of course you haven't come to the wrong place. Every invitation sent by handed down ink painting has its value. It's better for sister Nana to think about whether one of your relatives and friends has made contributions or sacrifices in art?"

Mao Nana frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly patted her thigh: "I'm a cousin. I'm a little famous painter. I see. It seems that I still have the light of my cousin."

Thin lotus leaf smiled: "that's it."

Mao Nana sighed: "but I can't understand this painting. It seems that I have no fate with him."

The auctioneer looked around, smiled and said, "what do you find in this painting? You can express your ideas as much as you like."

"We should be like lotus people who are clean and clean. We should clean the lotus without being dyed. We should resist the temptation of the world and stick to our original intentions." A crisp voice sounded.

The auctioneer looked at the talking girl and said with a smile, "Miss Bai is a pure person."

Bai Weining looked shy and said, "let the teacher laugh."