"It looks so much like it." After looking at it for a while, Grandpa Bei couldn't help but nodded, "It really looks like a moving boat. You are very eye-catching and have extraordinary insights."

"Haha, I just followed other people's advice and realized this. In fact, if you just compete for your eyesight, Wang Guan is much better than me." Yu Feibai smiled modestly, then patted Wang Guan on the shoulder: "Hey, say you

What a daze?"

"No...I'm not dazed."

Wang Guan shook his head and said thoughtfully: "I just feel that I have seen the scenery in this painting somewhere."

"Yeah?"

Yu Feibai looked back and nodded, "Well, it seems to look familiar."

"The painting is about Zishan Jin and Xuanwu Lake in Nanjing."

At this time, Grandpa Bei casually said: "If you have been to Nanjing, you should have some impression."

"Nanjing..." Wang Guan's eyes shone slightly, but before he could think deeply, Yu Feibai pulled Huang Binhong's picture to comment.

He also understood that now is not the time to think about things. Wang Guan put aside his distractions, carefully observed the pictures in front of him, and then slowly nodded and said, "That's right, it's the original work, and it should be a work from Bai Binhong's transition to Hei Binhong."

"The light and elegant style of Xin'an School of Painting can be said to have influenced Master Huang Binhong's life. At that time, he used ink very light and clear, giving people a very elegant feeling. However, after he was sixty, he began to learn the heavy accumulation of darkness and heavy accumulation.

Ink brushwork. Taking this as a turning point, we began to gradually transition from Bai Binhong to Hei Binhong."

Wang Guan said in a casual manner: "This transition period lasted at least twenty years, and it was not until after the age of eighty that it had completed its transformation. Especially at the age of seventy, Master Huang Binhong's journey to Bashu, he went through two more times.

This is what makes the industry insiders enjoy learning about the changes.”

"I know this." Grandpa Bei smiled and said, "Live in the rain and travel to Qutang at night in Qingcheng!"

"That's right, it was these two experiences that made Master Huang Binhong's paintings qualitatively leap, and he eventually became a master of famous masters."

Wang Guan sighed quite a bit: "It's like a martial arts master who has been practicing for many years. After decades of accumulation, after realizing the truth, he immediately became a master."

"After the age of seventy, Master Binhong's paintings were full of excitement and flourishing. He liked to accumulate ink, splash ink, break ink, and use old ink to form a black, dense, thick and heavy style. It is also the most prominent

feature."

Wang Guan continued to comment: "However, this painting has not reached that level now, so I think it should be a work that the master was exploring during the period from 60 to 70 years old. Therefore, there is a accumulated ink on the painting.

The traces of the brushwork have the clear and sparse style of the Xin'an School of Painting..."

"Yes, the ink color of the mountains and rivers in the painting is thick enough, but it has not reached the state of painting ink and painting ink during the peak period of Hongsou. The ink ink is magnificent and shocking." Yu Feibai added.

Grandpa Bei nodded repeatedly and expressed his own opinions. Although he was not a connoisseur, he was focused on studying Huang Binhong's calligraphy and painting for decades, and had a thorough understanding of Huang Binhong's calligraphy and painting styles in various periods. In this regard, Wang Guan and Yu Feibai

We must also accept the disadvantage and listen to the teachings honestly.

At the same time, he saw the three of them chatting enthusiastically. Baye’s mother quietly stood up, called Baye to the corner of the stairs, and suddenly asked, “When are you planning to get married.”

"mom……"

At first, Baye was quite nervous, but now when he heard this, he blushed: "Why did you say this suddenly?"

"When you are in love, you must consider getting married unless you say... he is a liar who plays with feelings." Baye's mother's eyes shone with wisdom: "Or it's. You'll join forces to lie."

"Mom, why do you think this way?" Baye's face was filled with surprise.

"Stop filling me with garlic."

Baye's mother stretched out her finger and poked her forehead, and said angrily: "Say, is your dad informing you and let you know about this in advance, so she specially brought him back to act for us."

"No, it's a coincidence. Dad didn't reveal anything to me at all." Baye grunted, a little angry.

"Just say it, I kept staring at him, but I didn't see anything happening to him. I was still wondering that he could even reveal the secret of heaven under my nose. That's really awesome." Baye's mother smiled and then sternly

He said with a face: "Don't change the subject, honestly tell me what the relationship between you two is?"

"That's right, that's..." Baye hesitated and was very entangled. Some words were like this. Others could speak casually, but they could not say it at any time.

"How is it, I've called it."

Baye's mother said complacently: "You can hide this little trick from me? You two have been sitting for so long, but there hasn't been any eye contact, I know you have a problem. If you don't even look at each other, what kind of man are you?

girlfriend……"

"Mom, you are so awesome." Baye said sincerely, with a look of reverence.

"Don't flatter." Baye's mother frowned and sighed: "I can't do anything to you. In fact, it's really good to go solo. Not only is she a doctorate in law, but she also got a mba..."

"I don't like playing basketball." Baye interrupted.

"It's mba, not nba." Baye's mother explained: "Business and business management..."

"Okay, let's talk about this again. Grandpa has no tea in his cup, so I'll pour it for him." Bai Ye waved his hand, and returned to the hall in a few steps, picked up the pot and poured tea and water.

“Hey…”

Baye's mother shook her head: "It turns out that she is a girl who can't help but be a mother."

"But it doesn't matter, how could it be so tacit. You should know that no one informed me, Xiao Ye didn't know what to ask her to come back, but that said he was his boyfriend, and the other one took the opportunity to agree, which was suspicious."

Looking at Wang Guan and then at his daughter, Baye's mother became thoughtful.

Time passed quickly, and it was evening before I knew it. When Baye’s father came back from get off work, Baye’s mother also prepared a very sumptuous dinner to entertain Wang Guan and the other two. Perhaps because she understood what was going on, Baye’s family didn’t make much trouble. Wang Guan, the atmosphere of the dinner was harmonious until the end.

After sitting for a while, Wang Guan and Yu Feibai said goodbye. After all, it was not very suitable for them to stay here for the night. An Huanqing had no worries and could share the same bed with Baye.

"envious."

In the car, Yu Feibai chuckled.

"What?"

Wang Guan was a little confused.

"I envy Xiaoqing for being able to stay, but when you ask for goodbye, they don't even mean to pretend to keep him." Yu Feibai smiled and said, "It's so pitiful, sad and lamentable."

"cut……"

Wang Guan groaned, then pondered: "Feibai, I seem to have found a clue."

"What clues are found?" Yu Feibai was a little confused, but his hands were not idle. He gently controlled the steering wheel and drove the car into Suzhou urban area. At this time, the whole city was brightly lit and a prosperous and gorgeous scene.

"The clues of painting the fan." Wang Guan reminded: "Did you notice that the outline of the lake and mountains on the fan painting is 70 to 80% similar to the painting Huang Binhong just now."

"Click!"

In an instant, Yu Feibai braked suddenly, stopped in front of a hotel, then turned his head, and said in surprise: "Are you reading it wrong?"

"Didn't you see it too? I said that I had seen the scene in the painting somewhere, and you also said it looked familiar." Wang Guan was a little surprised.

"Aren't I help you with cover?"

Yu Feibai smiled embarrassedly and said anxiously: "It's really the same?"

"The outline is similar. Even if there are some slight differences, it may be because of the different viewing angles." Wang Guan nodded seriously and said, "I am 80% sure that the fan and the picture depict the same lake and mountain scenery."

"As soon as you said that, I remembered it, it was almost the same." Yu Feibai was surprised and murmured to himself: "Old Bei just said where is the painting?"

"Purple Gold Mountain, Xuanwu Lake." Wang Guan fell into deep thought: "Nanjing, Nanjing..."

"Nanjing Massacre." Yu Feibai continued his conversation.

"This is a very serious matter, don't joke around." Wang Guan said angrily: "You can check the Internet and see what's special about these two places."

“What’s special?”

Yu Feibai immediately took out his cell phone, searched online, and then looked up and said, "Nothing special, Zijin Mountain is Zhongshan. Zhongshan is yellow and storm is yellow, and millions of heroes cross the Zhongshan River. Because there are purple shale layers on the mountain,

Under the sunlight, purple gold shines from afar, so the alias of Purple Gold Mountain is given."

"It is said that Zhuge Liang has comments about Zhongshan Longpan and Shicheng Tiger Ju, so Zijin Mountain and Xuanwu Lake are the Fengshui treasure lands of Nanjing City, where the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum and Zhongshan Mausoleum are built." Yu Feibai frowned and said, "However, in addition to this,

, I really can't think of any special place."

"What should be the purpose of drawing this mountain and a lake on the fan?" Wang Guan scratched his head and continued to ponder and meditate.

"However, there is also a No. 8 Mansion in Nanjing."

While browsing the information on the page, Yu Feibai smiled and said, "It is known as a luxurious bathing package and one-stop bathing sauna service to create a harmonious, noble and elegant life of a top-quality celebrity. By the way, if it's okay, why should we promote harmony?"

"I can't figure it out." Wang Guan vaguely grasped something, just a layer of window paper, and you can know the answer with just a slight poke. However, a slight difference will lead to a thousand miles of errors, and there will be no key links.

I can't figure out the meaning of the clues at all.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

Yu Feibai said indifferently: "Just as you said, this kind of thing depends on opportunity. Isn't it good now? When you don't have hope, it has new clues, at least pointing out the direction."

"Um."

Wang Guan nodded slightly, then casually said, "Didn't you say there are friends in Suzhou? Actually, it's not too late now, you can go and visit..."

"He is not in Suzhou City, but in Taicang!"
Chapter completed!