The Repin Academy of Fine Arts is not only the highest institution of art education in Russia, but also one of the four world-famous art academies, having trained many world-renowned artists.

Of course, for ordinary people who don't pay attention to art, Repin College is not as famous as the key domestic universities. Wang Guan happens to be this kind of person. Therefore, I don't quite understand the value of this college.

However, as a talented student from such a famous college, Ding Yang must be very proud, but he did not show it. Instead, he said humbly: "I studied oil painting in Repin. Now I am studying Chinese painting with the teacher. I feel a little uncomfortable. I always

It doesn’t meet the standards required by the teacher.”

"That's because Brother Ren has too high expectations for you, so he set high standards for you." Mr. Feng said with a smile: "You should also participate in this exhibition. Unfortunately, I was in a hurry just now and didn't see it.

your works."

"No."

Ding Yang shook his head and said with a little regret: "The teacher said that I need to concentrate on learning creative writing now and cannot be affected by too many external factors, so I am not allowed to participate in activities such as calligraphy and painting exhibitions in normal times."

"It seems that Brother Ren, your expectations are not as high as usual." Mr. Feng was a little surprised and said with a smile: "However, you should also understand that Brother Ren is doing this for your own good. If you can endure loneliness now, in the future

Only then can we maintain our glory."

Ding Yang quietly glanced at Mr. Ren and found that he had no special reaction. Ding Yang's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he said with a smile on his face: "I will continue to work hard and will not let down the teacher's hard work."

"That's good." Mr. Feng said happily: "Brother Ren, I really envy you for having a good apprentice."

"Haha, although the apprentice is good, teaching is also hard."

Mr. Ren waved his hand and chuckled: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Didn't you just say that you wanted to show me something? You can take it out now."

"What to take."

Mr. Feng suddenly stood up, waved his hand and said, "Let's go to my study."

Everyone was a little curious and followed him one after another. After walking around for a while, everyone came to a room filled with the aroma of books. There were several bookshelves filled with books in the room, and there was also a bed and a bed.

There is a large desk, glass coffee table, chairs and the like. Apparently, Mr. Feng usually rests here when he is late reading.

However, compared to the various Chinese and foreign classics on the bookshelf, Wang Guan was more interested in the pile of gadgets neatly arranged on the desk. Almost as soon as he entered the room, he saw those things, and then his eyes

I haven't left since.

"Lots of snuff bottles."

At the same time, Yu Feibai noticed something unusual about Wang Guan, and looked over, and was immediately amazed.

Hearing this, Mr. Feng turned around and said with a smile: "You also like snuff bottles?"

"That's right." Yu Feibai nodded shamelessly: "I heard an elder say that a small snuff bottle, which combines the essence of culture and art from all ages, can be called the quintessence of China."

"Well said." Feng Lao sighed: "Especially the inside-painted snuff bottle, with a small special hook pen extending into the bottle. The reverse painting and writing are extremely exquisite."

Yu Feibai nodded repeatedly, and then took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Feng, these snuff bottles seem to be glass and crystal ones with painted interiors. Can you let us admire them?"

"The snuff bottle seems to be very precious."

At this time, Qi Qingguo next to him frowned and said, "It's better not to cause chaos."

"It doesn't matter if you want to look at it." Mr. Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Those are all handicrafts, they are just put up for people to admire."

"Crafts?"

Yu Feibai was stunned. There was obvious disappointment in his tone.

"Haha, young man, you don't think those snuff bottles are antiques, do you?" Mr. Feng said with a smile: "If they were really antiques, how could I dare to put them on the desk casually. Besides, antique snuff bottles can easily cost dozens.

, I can’t afford to spend millions.”

"Oh, I should have thought of it earlier." Yu Feibai said dejectedly: "Except for people who specialize in collecting snuff bottles, who would have so many genuine antique snuff bottles in their home?"

Wang Guan also felt that it made sense. He chuckled and said, "Don't be disappointed. Didn't you already see a snuff bottle at the exchange meeting at Longhu Mountain before?"

"That one is an imitation from the Republic of China period, okay?" Yu Fei rolled his eyes and said, "Besides, I've seen a lot of snuff bottles. Unfortunately, I haven't met one that suits my liking."

"That's because your vision is too high." Wang Guan curled his lips and said.

"Who said that."

Yu Feibai retorted: "Actually, I have also chosen a few. However, the price is too expensive and I can't afford it."

"Hey, there are actually things you can't afford." Wang Guan was very surprised.

"What, you really think I'm a billionaire." Yu Feibai sighed: "I really hope that I am one of those so-called second-generation ancestors, a dandy, and can spend money lavishly."

Wang Guan was speechless. Obviously, in Yu Feibai's view, the hundreds of thousands he spent on shadow stone inkstones, ancient ink, and Ming Dynasty jade belts were nothing at all.

But, then again, it seems that except for this money, Wang Guanzhen has never seen how Yu Feibai uses money in such a long time. He is indeed not the kind of young man who spends money like water.

"Humph, vulgar."

Suddenly, a contemptuous voice came from the side, interrupting Wang Guan's thoughts. He looked for the sound and saw Ding Yang sneered, then quickly walked to the chair next to Mr. Ren and sat down.

"This guy..." Yu Feibai was a little annoyed when he saw this, but after Wang Xian's persuasion, he did not have an attack, but he couldn't help but cursed: "What airs are you putting on? It's just a high degree of education, what's the matter?"

So proud.”

"alright."

Wang Guan comforted him and said: "Returnees, their thoughts have been corrupted by the West, so they naturally feel superior to others. Just treat him as a clown, give Mr. Ren some face, and don't argue with him."

"Okay, if you don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, let him go for once." Yu Feibai nodded.

"That's right." Wang Guan said with a smile: "You are a descendant of Yu Dayou, the famous anti-Japanese general. You should not only be broad-minded, but also broad-minded."

After all, with Yu Feibai's background, if he deliberately embarrasses Ding Yang, no matter how great Mr. Ren's influence is, he may not be able to protect him. That's why Wang Guan feels that you can't be too arrogant. Otherwise, you may offend him unintentionally.

If you kill someone, you don’t know how you died in the end.

"Whether I am a descendant of Yu Dayou or not, you have to ask my old man to know."

Yu Feibai said angrily: "However, I am also qualified in history, and I know that Yu Dayou died in depression after being demoted. Therefore, his temperament does not seem to be very good."

"Hey! Others can say this, but you can't say this."

Wang Guan said with a smile: "After all, he is also a famous person in your Yu family. The minimum respect should be given. Besides, we were the same family five hundred years ago. Maybe he is really your direct ancestor."

"That's right, I'll check the family tree when I get back..." Yu Feibai pondered.

At this moment, Qi Qingguo waved and said, "What are you two talking about? Come here quickly and take a look at this Su Dongpo calligraphy work collected by Mr. Feng."

"Su Dongpo's calligraphy..."

When the two of them heard this, they didn't care about Yu Dayou and hurried over.

At this time, Mr. Feng had already taken out a very old copybook from the safe, and spread it gently on the table of the desk, allowing everyone to see it at a glance.

Wang Guan came over and looked at it, and saw that the paper of the copybook was rotten in some places, perhaps due to poor preservation, and even had holes.

However, the overall content of the copybook can still be clearly viewed.

"I told you secretly, but I provoked you with danger, and I was met by Min Min..."

According to the ancient writing habit of top to bottom and from right to left, Wang Guan's eyes fell on the upper right corner of the copybook. Suddenly, the first line of text came into his eyes.

"Li Mi of the Western Jin Dynasty, Chen Qingbiao."

At the same time, Mr. Feng said with a smile: "Li Mi is from Meishan. However, this copybook is of course not Li Mi's original work, but written by Su Dongpo."

Speaking of this, Mr. Feng also said with some pride: "To talk about Shuzhong's articles, we have to mention the second table (Chen Qing Biao and Chu Shi Biao). Among them, Chen Qing Biao is the representative of our Meishan, and Su Dongpo is the representative of our Meishan.

We are proud of each other. But this statement combines the two, and its cultural value is immeasurable."

Here, let me digress. Some people may think that this matter is unlikely, and think that the copybook must be a fabricated fake. After all, Li Mi was from the Jin Dynasty, and Su Dongpo was from the Song Dynasty. There should be no connection between the two.

That's right.

However, Wang Guan knew that such a thing was very reasonable. The authenticity of the calligraphy cannot be denied based on this reason.

Because some of the calligraphy works of Su Dongpo that have been handed down now include some of his own creations, and some of them are articles written by others. The most famous example is Ouyang Xiu's "The Drunkard's Pavilion", which Su Dongpo also wrote in regular script.

, and the calligraphy has also been passed down, becoming a famous calligraphy coveted by the world.

In addition, Su Dongpo also wrote a poem by Du Fu, called Du Fu's Alder Poems.

Things like this are very common in the history of calligraphy and painting. Just like our modern calligraphy masters always like to practice calligraphy with famous articles of the ancients, there is nothing wrong with Su Dongpo doing this.

After all, compared to Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty, Li Mi of the Western Jin Dynasty can also be called an ancient. Moreover, since they are both from Meishan, it seems normal for Su Dongpo to write based on the articles of his predecessors.

Therefore, the people present did not worry about whether Su Dongpo would write the details of this statement, but were concerned about whether the words in the statement were Su Dongpo's own handwriting.

Is it a fake, an imitation, or an authentic work by Su Dongpo?

These three question marks quietly emerged in Wang Guan's mind. Then, he did not rush to open the special ability, but carefully looked at it and studied it seriously.

After a long time, Feng Laoxiao asked: "Brother Ren, what do you think?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

Mr. Ren shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother Feng, you should know that I am a painter, not an appraiser."
Chapter completed!