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Looking inside, there is a long table with vermilion paint at the innermost part of the exhibition hall.

The above four treasures of the study are essential.

There are also some scrolls.[

Several people were gathering together, an old man wearing glasses was burying his head to paint, and a young man was watching.

Very quiet, no sound was made.

She didn't dare to make a statement when she came in, and she was so moved that she admired the atmosphere quietly. Under each painting, there was a sign with a brief description of the work, the names of the calligraphers and painters, and the prices for the work to be sold.

However, she seemed to me after a while, she gradually flashed after looking at it. The price was not as high as her level, but the price was quite expensive.

I took a look around and took a look.

Finally, her gaze was accidentally fixed in the corner. In the very inconspicuous corner, there was a pretty portrait of a character. The man in the painting was slightly tilting his head, as if he was looking at something that made him feel sad.

The few strokes of the sloppy strokes are very special, they look casual, but they are very charming.

The price...uh, but it's very cheap? Twenty yuan?

She just read it, and the calligraphy and paintings here are thousands or even tens of thousands of times. Why is this one worth 100 yuan? After almost reading the calligraphy and paintings, she felt that this one was the most charming. Although it felt like a painting that had not been finished, why is it the cheapest?

"Miss, what can I do to help you?" At this time, a girl about seventeen or eight years old came over, very polite and polite.

"I..." Do you want to buy a painting? Can't you see it?

Shen Su'er is a soft-hearted person. She saw people selling things laughing at her when she went out on the street. When she introduced things enthusiastically, she often felt that she would feel sorry if she didn't buy something. Fortunately, Wang Qian is often around her, so she would not sell it randomly. But even so, she would buy some unusable things alone.

The girl in front of me seemed to be someone in the gallery.

She smiled very kindly, not like a waiter.

"You can just look at it casually and shout if you have anything to do." The girl saw that she was a little uneasy and introduced with a smile: "Here... basically every painting is made by famous masters. Some are handwritings of masters."
Chapter completed!