Chapter 53

In the early morning, the sun shines on the red wall full of Parthenocissus, and the sound of reading comes not far away.

"Old clock, I've come here. Don't you show me the painting?" The middle voice broke the tranquility of the yard and startled the sparrows in the yard.

Professor Zhang, who has been busy with the compilation of national textbooks these days, finally finds time to come here to have a look at the paintings he has been showing off.

"Come on, come on, you old man, you are too anxious." Mr. Zhong came down from upstairs in his silk coat.

"Who let you show off all the time, my heart itches."

"Here, here." Mr. Zhong went to his desk, took out a scroll of paintings from the drawer, spread it out on the desk and asked Professor Zhang to look at it.

On the white rice paper, the white tip of Baiyun brush is dipped in light eosin, and the petals are directly touched from front to back. The abdomen of the pen is attached to the root of the petals. The stamens need to be left blank. The pedicel is stained with rouge. The ovary is stained with light red or light yellow green, and the flowers are stained with light yellow green.

Because there is no ink line, the petals and leaves look mellow and soft, like pink clouds floating on rice paper.

Although the skill of Mogu painting has been lost for a long time, the painters of later generations have restored it from various ancient books, but after all, they can get its shape but not its spirit.

No bone painting because there is no ink, it is very easy to draw into a soft painting, no muscle no bone.

But the painting in front of us has its own charm. If we can endow the boneless painting without ink lines with such charm, we can see the painter's own state of mind and superb skills.

"Lao Zhong, who painted this painting? It seems that no one I know has such a painting style."

Professor Zhang is a famous scholar of the Qing University, and also an important talent in the national literary and art circles. Almost all famous domestic literary and art workers know him. Professor Zhang searched in his mind and found no one with similar painting style.

"Let me test you. How old do you think the person who painted this painting is? What kind of person is he? " Mr. Zhong suddenly took a mysterious look at Professor Zhang and sold the pass.

"This kind of charm and skill can't be painted without 40 years' skill. Is it a painter who didn't come out of the world?"

"Ha ha, I thought like you at the beginning, but," Mr. Zhong touched the beard on his chin, but he didn't go on.

"You old man, but what?" Professor Zhang was stunned by his curiosity.

"You'll know in two days. I'm going to invite the painter here in two days."

"Well, please let me know, and I'll come to see the mysterious painter."

Seeing that Mr. Zhong refused to name the painter, Professor Zhang stopped asking, waiting for a few days to exchange views with the painter himself.

"Brother, are you back?"

Bo Yi, who is about to go out to attend the award ceremony, bumps into Bo Xiao, who enters Shi Shiran.

"Who is your brother? My mother has only one son. What's the face of you, a product of adultery? "

Bo Xiao looks at Bo Yi sarcastically, and his words are very ugly.

"Bo Xiao, don't go too far!" Stimulated by Bo Xiao's words, Bo Yi stares at Bo Xiao angrily.

When he was a child, he always envied Bo Xiao's identity as a young master in the dark, and this jealousy took root in his heart day by day.

Since Bo Xiao was sent abroad, he was taken back to Bo's home. As he always imagined when he was a child, he became the young master of Bo in the eyes of everyone.

In the days when Bo Xiao was away, he was the young master sought after by thousands of people and the idol star of Yihu WANYING. But now Bo Xiao is back. Seeing Bo Xiao reminds him of his unbearable identity.

Why did he come back?!

Bo Yi looks at the meaningless Bo Xiao with hate. Over the years, he has been deliberately disguised his temperament and become an expensive young man in the entertainment industry pursued by fans.

But at this moment, in the face of Bo Xiao sitting on the sofa at will, Bo Yi has a strange sense of inferiority in her heart.

"Oh, the big star is angry?" The corners of Bo Xiao's mouth rise,

"What are you doing back here?" There is no outsider present at the moment, and Bo Yi is simply too lazy to pretend.

"I came back to make you unhappy with your mother, didn't I?" Bo Xiao's eyes twinkled with a pair of foxes. "That's why I came back."

"You Bo Yi clenches her fists, with sparks in her eyes.

"Housekeeper, come here and clean up the master bedroom on the second floor." Bo Xiaochong called outside, and the housekeeper came into the room.

"Yes, young master." Qiao Feng bows respectfully at Bo Xiao, and his eyes are full of love. He grew up watching Bo Xiao. Bo Xiao's mother was very authoritative when she was alive. Many servants here are dissatisfied with Mo Ling and Bo Yi's arrogance.

With that, the housekeeper took the people to clean up the master bedroom.

The head that leaves thin Yi in the original atmosphere will smoke,

There is no other reason. Since Bo Xiao went abroad, he occupied Bo Xiao's former bedroom and moved into the master bedroom. Although Bo's father said something about him, Mo Ling helped him, but Bo's father didn't say anything.

Now as soon as Bo Xiao comes back, he wants someone to clean up the master bedroom. Isn't he beating him in the face in front of everyone?

But he didn't dare to do anything to Bo Xiao. After all, Bo Xiao beat his bodyguards at Mo Ling's wedding five years ago. He still remembers that he could only watch the nannies move his things out.

"Chi, Bo Xiao, don't be too arrogant. Let's wait and see."

Bo Yi left a word and left the villa angrily.

"Next on the stage is Bo Yi, the hero who has been in love with you for thousands of years. Let's welcome him!"

Wow, Bo Shao is so handsome

It's my husband that I'm talking about

I really love this temperament

No wonder Xia Wanyuan has to hype with Bo Yi. Who doesn't want to be with such a good-looking man

Let's not mention Xia Wanyuan's disgusting people, OK

It's disgusting to put the names of Xia Wanyuan and my God together

Bo Yi has a warm smile on her face, and her tall and elegant figure is shining in the spotlight, but there is still a trace of anger in her eyes.

From Bo Yi walking on the red carpet to entering the stadium, fans screamed.

After the award ceremony, there is a routine media interview stage.

”Your box office performance is very good this time. What's your plan next? "

"Next, I will concentrate on honing my acting skills and strive for a better performance in my next work." Bo Yi's modest smile won the favor of everyone.

"Bo Yi, are you really in love with Xia Wanyuan?" A reporter from a famous gossip magazine came forward.