237. Kiss them so that ghosts cry and wolves howl 13
Ling Xiaotu looked at it carefully and recorded these authentic works carefully with her eyes.
I am reminded of a serious saying that creation must come from life.
It is not a random imagination, nor is it a grandiose publicity. It comes from life, is taken from life, and restored to life, giving the viewer the most real feeling and the most intuitive touch.
The works of these masters are all derived from life, but they have a strong impact on people.[
Xuanyuan Xuantian on the side saw Ling Xiaotu squatting on several paintings without moving, so he walked over and asked condescendingly,
"Tear it off if you want."
ah?
Ling Xiaotu hesitantly moved his eyes away from the painting. Did Xuanyuan Xuantian think this was a store?
Do you just take what you like?
Is this a Chinese painting or a national treasure?! Ling Xiaotu glared at this shameless man with extreme bashfulness.
"For helping them solve their troubles, of course there must be a thank you gift as a thank you." Xuanyuan Xuantian's face was expressionless. The hard bulletproof glass cover in front of him was as fragile as an eggshell, and it immediately shattered into thousands with the touch of his fingers.
Thousands of pieces.
He stretched out his hand and pulled out the painting inside, throwing it into Ling Xiaotu's arms without any care, as if he were a rag.
"Go home and take your time, come here now."
Ling Xiaotu was silent. Although if you like something, you will have the urge to make it your own, but would it be too arrogant to collect national treasures as personal items?
Ling Xiaotu just thought about it, and in the face of such a rare opportunity, she quickly forgot about morality.
She rolled up the painting with great care, tugged on Xuanyuan Xuantian's sleeve, and whispered into the latter's ear:
"What's Zhongli Yirui doing here? There's not a single monster here."
Xuanyuan Xuantian shook his head, and both of them looked at Zhongli Yirui.
Zhongli Yirui happened to glance back at them,
"I think this is the painting."
Zhongli Yirui stood directly in front of an ink painting of figures.
His aqua ghost eyes stared motionlessly at the painting, and Zhong Li Yirui stretched out his hand.
However, when Zhongli Yirui's fingers lightly touched the painting, he suddenly retracted his hand.[