[69 Book Bar-www.] Chapter 82 I am not as good as you!

Awesome. After Lin Feng said this, not only did the old man think that Lin Feng was talking wildly, but even the beautiful Bai Yun and Bai beside him also had an expression of "Just blow!", and the passers-by who had originally surrounded the old man's paintings looked directly contemptuous of Lin Feng.

"Haha, good boy, although I dare not claim to be rare in the world, I will not be so unbearable. I can draw it as soon as I can just pull a young boy out." The old man was quite well-educated and did not get angry on the spot. He just tactfully said that Lin Feng was ignorant of being a young boy.

"Forget it, little pervert, don't cause trouble for you Sister Yun? Let's go. Since the Erhu old man you are looking for hasn't come, then let's come again next time?" At this time, Bai Yun also saw that the situation was not good. Based on the principle that it was better to have less than more things, she whispered in Lin Feng's ear.

And while Bai Yun was talking with her ears, there seemed to be no shortage of people who love painting among the passers-by. At this moment, as if she was deliberately attacking Lin Feng, she stood up and said, "Old sir, I bought this painting for 8,000 yuan, I don't know what to do."

As the saying goes, there are two. The Chinese people who like to join in the fun will show up again. The person who just offered the offer just now said that someone stood up and shouted, "I pay 10,000, how about it?"

"Hmph, you want to buy it for only 10,000, and I will pay for 12,000."

"I pay 15,000"

amp;#8226;#8226;#8226;#8226;

In this way, under a bidding quarrel, the value of the summer lotus ink paintings rose sharply. However, even if these passers-by were fighting, the old man just didn't say anything, but smiled and confidently held the snow-white and his short beard to look at Lin Feng meaningfully.

For a moment, Lin Feng's momentum declined again and again, and even Bai Yun on the side felt very embarrassed. But Lin Feng, the person involved, was not in a hurry at all. He was simply the emperor and was anxious to death. Oh, no, the imperial concubine was anxious to death.

"Lin Feng, Sister Yun begs you, let's go!" Perhaps feeling the atmosphere around her was getting worse and worse, Bai Yun, anxiously, pulled the corner of Lin Feng's clothes and urged in a low voice again.

Lin Feng didn't know how kind-hearted Lin Feng was about Bai Yun's persuasion. However, although Lin Feng was a little sarcastic and sometimes liked to say a few words, at critical moments, hehe, he was definitely not the one who just lights the lights and doesn't extinguish the fire.

"Haha, Sister Yun, what time is it now." Lin Feng didn't say anything else, but asked Bai Yun about the time, which made Bai Yun a little difficult to understand.

It is difficult to understand. Lin Feng’s intentions are always unfamiliar, but he still took out the pink-shelled Apple phone, looked at the time, and said, “Third to 6:30.”

"Well, that's it, there's still an hour left to dark, and time should be enough." Lin Feng murmured.

In fact, one thing Lin Feng didn't know is that the old man who painted the painting had extraordinary origins, and he was also an "old friend" Erhu old man.

The old man who painted the painting, named Hua Jifeng, is a top professor in Chinese painting at the Central Academy of Sciences in my country, and is also the Taishan Beidou of Chinese ink painting.

This time I came to this remote Taohong County secretly, and the purpose was two. One was to see my long-term friends, the old man from Erhu, and the other was to persuade him to go to Kyoto with him and serve as a professor of Erhu at the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

However, this time, the arrival was not satisfactory. Not only was the old friend sick, but even the suggestions he made were rejected. Fortunately, Hua Jifeng's rejection of his friend was expected, so he didn't care too much.

However, one thing that interested Hua Jifeng was that this time, he heard his friend explaining what he said in Kowloon Square that a young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he became a close friend.

So, in order to satisfy his curiosity, he squatted in Kowloon Square for three days. I think he is a well-known figure, but he squatted in three days for a junior high school student. No matter how good his qualities are, he is a little popular!

Now, I finally waited, but when I opened my mouth, I asked my friends, and turned a blind eye to myself and his paintings. In the end, I just tried to deal with it when I saw it. This is called how could he endure it for a long time? So I started to speak up.

But unexpectedly, at this opening, the young boy even fought back, saying that his painting, which was hard to find, was worthless, which made Hua Jifeng, who regarded painting as life, even more unacceptable.

Fortunately, there were some people who knew the goods later to help him regain his momentum. However, Hua Jifeng didn't care much, because, for the arrogant and confident he was ashamed of him, did he ask others to help him get angry?

Haha, I'm talking far, and after Lin Feng asked about the time, he walked to the table where Hua Jifeng placed his pen and ink, and asked confidently: "Old sir, can you use your old pen and ink and rice paper?"

Now, not only the old man Hua Jifeng was surprised, but even the onlookers who had been quarreling endlessly kept silent, looking at Lin Feng with different eyes.

Bai Yun, who was originally worried about Lin Feng, felt anxious when she heard this. If she hadn't controlled it quickly, she might have rushed out to stop Lin Feng's seemingly crazy behavior.

However, at this moment, Bai Yun saw the other side of Lin Feng, who was confident, sunny, and even had a bit of a talented demeanor.

"Okay, I have backbone, please." Seeing Lin Feng say this, Hua Jifeng didn't know what he meant. Now, no matter how well Lin Feng's paintings are, he deserves his respect with this courage.

Lin Feng didn't say much, and after looking at the summer lotus ink painting behind the old man again, he closed his eyes and stood still.

Time passed slowly, and when many onlookers were about to lose patience, Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes. Then, he dripped ink and put on rice paper in one hand and wrote quickly. It can be said that every stroke is connected, but it is rich in layering.

It was quiet, and the needle was heard. No one dared to exhale, and his eyes were focused and motionless at the piece of rice paper that was constantly touching.

In this way, under the attention of everyone, Lin Feng's ink paintings gradually appeared. They were also a summer lotus that was almost similar to the old man, but the difference was that under the lotus, several small fish were vaguely seen playing, and the ripples on the water surface drove the lotus leaves to sway.

As the saying goes, others watch the excitement, while experts look at the tricks. Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, they think that Lin Feng has just a few small fish and has a few ripples. Even the lotus is not as good as Hua Jifeng's paintings, and the brushwork is a bit rough. It's really overestimated that he dares to show off his ugly face.

However, is this really the case? Hua Jifeng, who was standing beside him, stared at the ink painting of the "Summer Lotus" in front of him. The moment Lin Feng stopped writing, his eyes were fixed on the ink painting of "Summer Lotus" in front of him.

After a long time, Hua Jifeng, whose face was flushed, slowly spoke: "I am indeed worse than me!"

Now, Lin Feng didn't expect that the old man in front of him would be more honest than him, which made Lin Feng at a loss for a moment.

So, he hurriedly said, "Haha, sir, don't care. If you have the chance in the future, you have to ask for advice from the old man, just don't know if the old man gives you a chance."
Chapter completed!