Compared with the address given by Jinlong, with fruit and the landscape painting, Wang Ding stood at the entrance of Jucheng Community and snapped his fingers. Yes, it's this.
The old man Wang Ding was looking for was named Xu, Feng Shui. When he heard this name, he had a few literary atmospheres blowing over. Wang Ding had a good impression before he saw the old man.
Xu Fengshui's home is on the first floor of Building 2, Building 3, and the first row of houses entering the community is, so Wang Ding reached the entrance of the building without walking a few steps.
At this time, an old man was squatting on a stool at the entrance of the building. The morning breeze blew, and the banana fan in his hand was also hitting the ground.
Wang Ding bent down, picked up the fan and handed it to the old man. "Hello, I would like to ask, is there an old man named Xu Fengshui living on the first floor of this building?"
"yes."
The old man answered directly without hesitation.
"Oh, thank you, that's the place, you shouldn't be wrong." Wang Ding excitedly rushed up a few steps and walked over the steps. Standing at the door, Wang Ding lifted his breath and put the bag containing Yu Ji's landscape paintings.
The bag was also flew to the front. Dingdong...
The doorbell was pressed, but no one responded in a few seconds. Thinking that he might not hear it, Wang Ding continued to press it, but the door was still closed and was not airtight. After pressing it several times in succession, Wang Ding was really a little depressed.
"Well, it seems that the old man is not at home." Wang Ding shook his head, thinking that the old man might have gone out for morning exercise and would be able to come back later, so he simply sat on the steps at the door waiting.
Ten minutes passed, and Wang Ding had not waited for the old man to come back, but the old man who had just squatted in front of the door to make a stool appeared in front of him.
"Give me a way."
The old man is over 70 years old, but he is in good spirits and has a straight back. The wrinkles on his face cannot hide the slightest bit of this handsome guy when he was young.
Wang Ding sat on the steps, and the old man walked over, with awesome momentum, so Wang Ding naturally wanted to let him go.
"I'm sorry, old man, I'm waiting for someone so I'm sitting here. How many floors do you live in?" Wang Ding asked casually, then moved his butt away.
"I'll live here." The old man said solemnly.
"What?" Wang Ding almost choked his spit. "You live here?"
"Yes." The old man said, taking out the key to open the door, "This is my home, I don't live here."
"No, you live here? But the person I'm looking for is also live here, that's not right." Wang Ding wondered.
"What's wrong? Isn't it Xu Fengshui you are looking for? Am I Xu Fengshui?"
The old man said another sentence, Wang Ding was really crazy at this moment. His eyes were so big that he almost blurted out, "You mean, you are Xu Fengshui, but I just asked you if you live here..."
"I said yes, is there any question in my answer?" Xu Fengshui choked Wang Ding.
Wang Ding recalled, "It seems that there is really no problem. But if you are Mr. Xu, I rang the doorbell many times."
"You're you blaming me for not opening the door for you in time?"
"No, that's not." Wang Ding felt a kind of murderous aura in the old man's words, which made him dare not touch and resist.
"That's all. And boy, I've told you that if you hadn't picked up the banana fan for me just now, I'd have told you to wait for another ten minutes. And if you rang the doorbell just now, no one opened the door, you'll leave immediately
, I won’t stop you, I will ask you to go back wherever you come from."
"Ah." Wang Ding felt even more chills.
"Hmph, why are you surprised! Don't think that Xiaolong introduced you. I will take care of you and tell you that everyone is the same. Why are you still standing there? Come into the house with me."
Xu Fengshui blocked Wang Ding helplessly, for an elder, Wang Ding could do anything besides respect. Nodded, Wang Ding respectfully said, "Okay, I'll go in."
Pushing open the door of Xu Fengshui, what catches your eyes is a museum-like existence. In Mr. Xu’s house, the living room has the root carving that Wang Ding saw at Jinlong’s house yesterday. At this time, a wooden carving with a small bridge flowing water makes the house
It looks full of spirituality.
There are also porcelain bottles that are commonly seen in Guxiangzhai. Each of them has a blue and white porcelain, which is one meter tall in size and is half thick in hand, and is elegant and beautiful.
The calligraphy and paintings of famous artists hanging on the wall immediately made Wang Ding confused.
However, while Wang Ding felt the cultural atmosphere coming, he also felt the coldness in the room. Or because the cultural atmosphere was too strong, Wang Ding felt this feeling, and Wang Ding couldn't explain it clearly.
"I heard from Xiaolong that you brought me a painting and asked me to see it, take it out."
"Yeah." Wang Ding nodded and looked at the room, but did not find a place where he could ask him to put down the fruit in his hand.
It’s not that there are no sofas and chairs, but that the sofas and chairs all look like antiques from the Ming and Qing dynasties. They can only be enjoyed here and there, and where can they be used.
“Where is this fruit?”
"Did I take the fruit? I live alone in this house, I have no children, and I can't eat so many fruits, so you'd better take them back."
Wang Ding found the reason for Xu Fengshui's inhumanity and cold and arrogant temperament. It turned out that this old man had no wife and children and was used to being alone, so he didn't know how to deal with others.
"Mr. Xu. You may not be able to eat fruits alone, but if you don't mind, I can come here to eat them with you every day. I promise that the fruits will never be broken at your home. Do you think this is the case?"
Wang Ding said that, he finally saw a not-too-old coffee table. After following a few steps, Wang Ding put the apple on the coffee table.
"Take it away!"
Xu Fengshui didn't like what Wang Ding said just now. When he saw him put down the fruit, he said politely.
"Okay, I'll take it away."
Wang Ding was speechless, so he might as well put away the fruits.
"Where are you painting? Spread your painting and put it on this coffee table. I'll take a look."
Xu Fengshui talked about his coldness towards others, but his eyes showed strong expectations for Wang Ding's landscape paintings. Wang Ding immediately opened the bag and then carefully took out Master Yu Ji's landscape paintings.
When you open the scroll, a fragrance of books spreads out, and then the light yellow scroll spreads out, revealing the slightly yellow old landscape paintings.
He shook Wang Ding's eyes and a stream of spiritual energy overflowed from the painting, but Wang Ding still didn't notice it.
Xu Fengshui slowly approached the coffee table, then slowly approached the old painting, gently twisted the scroll with his fingers, but Mr. Xu's eyes turned sharply.
"This painting is well preserved. It is rare to have such a painting from Yu Ji in the Qing Dynasty or landscape paintings. Is this kind of presentation? Isn't this painting a bit knowledge you didn't tell me?"
Xu Fengshui is indeed extraordinary. His skills are so much higher than those of Guxiangzhai. It seems that he can not only appreciate cultural relics, but also see through the stories of cultural relics. Wang Ding smiled and said, "Mr. Xu, indeed,
This landscape painting was previously covered by an ordinary calligraphy and painting, and it was revealed by me."
"The gains from the painting?"
Xu Fengshui stroked the beard that was not much under his cheek and ticked his mouth. "That's right. Yu Ji's works have few passed down from generation to generation, especially the unique landscape paintings in his later years, which are even rarer. Almost all those that can be preserved will be
It is impossible to be such a good presentation when it is crazy to grab it and circulate it. This ink is still delicate and clear, and it is even more rare to paint both form and spirit. I will accept this painting, so you can offer it."
Xu Fengshui was very happy, and it didn't take long to see it to show his intention. Wang Ding saw that Mr. Xu was so generous, and he was not dragging on it.
"To be honest, I really don't know how much this landscape painting is. Brother Jinlong said it is worth 400,000, so I offered 400,000."
"Four hundred thousand? I'm afraid this is the highest price for this landscape painting. However, I accept it. Leave the painting here, I'll transfer the money with you, let's go."
Xu Fengshui greeted Wang Ding, but Wang Ding was not in a hurry. He came here today, in addition to selling this landscape painting, there were other tasks.
At Mr. Xu's house, there are some ancient paintings on the walls. Wang Ding saw two works by Tang Yin and one of Huang Tingjian's three poems of wintersweet.
With this opportunity to appreciate ancient paintings, Wang Ding naturally wanted to seize it. "Mr. Xu, don't be in a hurry to transfer money. I was thinking about whether I could ask me to appreciate your ancient paintings. I like calligraphy and painting very much."
"Do you want to see my painting? Humph! Do I know you very well? Go and transfer money with me quickly. Otherwise, I won't buy your painting even if I like it very much."
Xu Fengshui's eyes turned white, and Wang Ding felt that he could not read the calligraphy and paintings today. "Okay, I'll leave now. But Mr. Xu, I believe we will get familiar with each other."