At this time, Han Lang was full of thoughts, but he was silent on the surface. He repeated Wang Guan's words just now, and after greeting Mr. Tao, he deliberately ignored Mr. Tao's cold attitude and sat down next to Wang Guan.

"Shaped." Qiao Yu murmured in a low voice, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and suddenly stood up and said, "Wang Guan, don't you know how to appreciate calligraphy and paintings? Come and sit here and have a good conversation with my teacher."

While speaking, Qiao Yu gave up her position and squeezed on a sofa with Baye next to her.

"Young people also have research on calligraphy and painting?" Mr. Tao indeed became more interested.

"I dare not say that there is research, I can only say that I understand it briefly."

Wang Guan smiled and said, "After all, ancient calligraphy and painting are profound and profound. Even if you study the classics and have a long history, you may not dare to say that you can study all the things thoroughly. It would be good if you can specialize in one of the subjects and have a rough understanding of other contents."

"Yes, this is very true."

Before Mr. Tao could speak, Qiao Yu took the lead: "For example, teacher, don't think I'm a flatterer. The teacher is really amazing. The category he is best at is murals. He claims to be the second in China, and no one dares to win the first place."

"Mural?" Wang Guan was stunned. This category is indeed quite unpopular.

"You have to figure it out. This mural is the kind of mural in ancient times, not the modern wall graffiti." Qiao Yu said proudly: "Do you know the Tianlong Mountain Grottoes? The murals inside are all restored by my teacher with one stroke and one stroke..."

"I naturally know the murals." Wang Guan smiled and said, "Painters from the Tang Dynasty or before the Tang Dynasty, Wu Daozi, Zhang Sengyou, and Gu Kaizhi, are all famous mural masters. I didn't expect that Mr. Tao was also a master in this field."

"I dare not compare myself with a few sages." Mr. Tao was humble first, and then smiled: "In the era of murals decline, even the best in the world, there is nothing to be proud of."

This sounds humble, but why does it feel wrong? Wang Guan smiled and decided not to respond to this.

At this moment, Han Lang took the opportunity to say, "I went to Tianlong Mountain Grottoes a few days ago. The characters in the murals were vivid in shape, graceful in posture, and very beautiful in color. I was still wondering at that time, why has it been more than a thousand years and how the portraits were preserved so well? It turned out that it was Mr. Tao's credit."

Although he knew that this was flattery, Mr. Tao also enjoyed it after hearing it and smiled faintly: "It's not only me, but also other colleagues, everyone's credit."

Hearing this, Qiao Yu couldn't say anything else, but she would never miss any opportunity to attack Han Lang. Suddenly, she saw Wang Guan holding two books in her hand, and without looking closely, she smiled and said, "Wang Guan, you are too polite. Just come to visit us, why buy any gifts..."

This expression and tone seemed to be the owner of this place. Of course, Qiao Yu's words were intended to highlight Wang Guan's knowledge of his teachings and politeness, unlike someone who came to visit him and was completely useless.

However, Wang Guan was stunned for a moment and was about to explain a few words, but Qiao Yu was impatient and reached out to pull the two books over, then handed them over to Mr. Tao.

Seeing this, Wang Guan immediately smiled bitterly.

At the same time, Han Lang's expression didn't look abnormal, but there was a little smile in his eyes. It was obvious that he was still a little gloating about Wang Guan's end of "shooting himself in the foot".

"Um?"

At the same time, Old Tao also saw the title of the book, and was naturally a little surprised. However, he didn't say anything, his fingers flicked across the cover at will, then his eyes gathered, and he looked at it again, and his face showed unexpected surprise.

In an instant, Old Tao quickly opened the pages, found one of them, and after looking down for a while, the smile on his face became even stronger. He couldn't help but look up happily and said, "Young man, you are so mean, you actually give me such a generous gift."

"It should be, it should be, you always like it." Wang Guan smiled with two points helplessness. He originally planned to collect something very good, but he didn't expect it to be taken away before it was heated up.

"Good gift?" Qiao Yu didn't look at the two books carefully, so she turned her hand to Mr. Tao, so she was also a little curious and looked at them. At first glance, Qiao Yu couldn't help but sighed in surprise: "Ah, why is this book..."

"What's wrong with this book?" Old Tao smiled and said, "This book is so good. Even if you have money, you can't buy many sets of this version."

"What book?" Baye was also very curious.

"Don't look at Xiaoye..." Qiao Yu was about to stop him, but unfortunately, Beiye had already seen it, and a blush suddenly flashed across his pretty face. He looked at Wang Guan with a angrily look, and blamed him for buying such a gift.

God felt pitiful, and Wang Guan felt very wronged. He didn't want to give such a gift, so how could he blame himself?

"Xiaoyu, you guys are just prejudice."

At the same time, Old Tao shook his head and said, "Not to mention that this book is an abridged version, more importantly, after so many years, the research on this book is still the same. It can be seen that strange books are strange books, and they naturally have their own reasons. With in-depth research, you will find that this book is not just a banned book."

Qiao Yu didn't say anything, but everyone could see clearly the disapproval on his face. At the right time, Old Tao pointed at Wang Guan and smiled: "Don't believe it, ask him why he wanted to buy this set of books."

But he didn't want to enjoy Qiao Yu's contemptuous look, Wang Guan quickly explained: "I bought this book mainly because of the illustrations and drawings in the book, which was made by famous artists and has great value for collection."

"illustration?"

This answer really surprised Baye, Qiao Yu and Han Lang.

"Haha, the young man really understands it." Old Tao was very happy and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate these illustrations. You should know that these paintings are the work of famous artists and are priced on the market."

"How high is it not low?" Qiao Yu asked curiously.

"This is not easy to say." Old Tao smiled and said, "If it were me, I would rather pay 40,000 to buy this set of books."

"40,000 to 50,000!" Qiao Yu widened his eyes: "So much money to buy these two broken old books?" Not only Qiao Yu, but Han Lang was also very surprised. After all, he knew how much Wang Guan bought the two books.

"You don't understand it when you say it." Old Tao shook his head and said, "Old books are worth this price, and new books can cost at most dozens or hundreds of dollars."

"And even if the newly proofreaded and printed books are printed, even if they are rust-like versions, there are illustrations on each page, and their value is not high. After all, those pictures are reprinted mechanically, unlike the previous plate printing. Especially after the older generation of famous painters withdrew from the world, no famous artists in this industry have appeared, so naturally the painting and engraving works of famous artists in the last century are becoming more precious."

Old Tao said excitedly: "For me, being able to buy this set of books for 40,000 or 50,000 yuan is considered a big advantage, so I have to thank the young man for giving me a generous gift, which makes me feel a little embarrassed..."

"It's okay, he is rich and a rich man. He doesn't care about the 30,000 or 50,000 yuan." Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Right, Xiao Ye."

Baye smiled lightly and avoided this question. He just looked at Wang Guan and felt a little curious: "Before coming, you probably didn't bring these two books. Did you buy them just now?"

"Yes, aren't there any old book stalls in the nearby square?" Wang Guan nodded and said, "I found it at the book stalls, but it didn't cost much."

"oh?"

Mr. Tao was a little surprised: "I go shopping at the old book stall over there occasionally, why haven't I encountered such good books?"

"It should be a new product." Wang Guan said with a smile: "It seems that I am lucky. The stall owner met me as soon as he came back from purchasing the product."

"How much did it cost?" Qiao Yu asked curiously.

"Not much." Wang Guan chuckled and did not answer.

"Not much is much." Qiao Yu had the meaning of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

"Eighty-five!"

At the right time, Han Lang spoke next to him: "The two books cost 85 yuan in total." It was not that he wanted to highlight Wang Guan, but that he would probably be forgotten by everyone if he didn't speak.

"What, so cheap?" Qiao Yu was shocked and turned around and said, "Teacher, have you made a mistake? You can read books worth tens of thousands of yuan. If you meet them, wouldn't it be a loss to you?"

"You, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is called picking and leaking."

Old Tao's eyes were full of praise: "There are many good things in the old book stall, and I have bought a few of them back. The main thing is to look at personal eyes. Only with this ability can you discover good things. The young man's eyes are like a torch, and his luck is good, so it is natural to pick a big advantage."

"Just like the cursive thousand-character text that the teacher bought a few years ago?" Qiao Yu smiled and knew very well what Mr. Tao was most proud of.

"Haha, it's almost the same." Old Tao was indeed very happy, his eyes full of unconcealed smiles.

"Teacher, your word book should still be there." At this moment, Qiao Yu finally saw the picture and smiled and said, "Take it out and let them see it and appreciate it."

Obviously, they are not only Wang Guan, but also naturally to Han Lang. In addition, Han Lang was deeply helpless about Qiao Yu's "hidden evil intentions".

At the same time, as a teacher, Mr. Tao also prefers Qiao Yu, a straightforward disciple. Since she needs it, Mr. Tao naturally helps him. He immediately stood up happily and walked into the room and took out his collection of cursive Thousand-word textbook.

Afterwards, Mr. Tao untied the letter scroll and carefully spread it on the clean table. Then he called out, "Come on, you guys see."

"Teacher, I've read it. Xiaoye doesn't know calligraphy yet. Just let them both see it." Qiao Yu waved his slender hand and held Beiye decisively and smiled at him.

Unlike Han Lang's hesitation, Wang Guan was happy when he saw the hunt and hurried to the table to watch.

The Thousand Character Text was during the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty. Zhou Xingsi, the Minister of the Yuanwai Sanqi, was ordered by the emperor to select a thousand words from Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and compiled them overnight. The Thousand Character Text in the text was not only a reading for children, but also a brilliant chapter for famous historical calligraphers to practice writing.
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