No. 1 rich family abandons young

At this time, Li Cunli and Li Jiaming, the father and son, were as happy as children celebrating the New Year.

Especially Li Jiaming, he was lucky to meet a weak opponent who couldn't even afford a decent calligraphy and painting.

"I'm [-]% sure of becoming the son-in-law of the Song family!"

Li Jiaming's heart was filled with joy and complacency.

As for Song Xun, seeing that the virtuous son-in-law in his mind had the upper hand, he was also very satisfied.

He believes that this is a natural result. After all, in terms of various conditions, Shen Lang is far behind Li Jiaming.

"Dad, I also think Shen Lang is a bit rude. Although it's not a birthday gift, but as you, the meeting ceremony should also be on the stage. Anonymous has no signature, so it's too low-grade." Song Xun wants Li Jiaming to strike while the iron is hot , an assist.

At this time, Song Zhiyuan felt a feeling of hatred for iron but not steel.

"Xiao Shen, Xiao Shen, I called you last night and asked you to prepare a meaningful gift. How can you fool me with a picture that has not been signed? I should have told you in advance that today is the day you and Li Jiaming's son-in-law dispute of the Song family made you take it seriously, but it's too late, too late!"

With a sigh in his heart, Song Zhiyuan regretted not telling Shen Lang about recruiting his son-in-law.

It's also fortunate that he didn't tell Shen Lang, if Shen Lang knew in advance, it would be impossible for him to come.

At this time, Shen Lang calmly unfolded the calligraphy, handed it to Song Zhiyuan, and said: "Although there is no signature, I think it's okay, just make do with it."

There are a total of two lines of characters in this picture: fortune is like the long flowing water in the East China Sea, and life is not as old as Nanshan.

Song Zhiyuan accepted it in disappointment, ready to glance at it, think of some nice words, and fool it.

However, when his eyes fell on this painting, he was suddenly shocked!
"This! This is!"

Like thunder on the ground.

Song Zhiyuan's scalp was numb, and his face was solemn. He had never been as shocked as today in the whole year.

"Grandpa Song, don't be angry, just throw away Shen Lang's broken calligraphy. Later, I will find you another famous calligraphy and painting." Li Jiaming said.

"Dad, I have already said that Shen Lang is no good, so you don't need to get angry for him." After saying this, Song Xun glared at Shen Lang again, and warned: "In the future, stay away from our Song family. , make the old man angry, I will make you disappear in the provincial capital!"

Immediately, Song Xun wanted to call the security guards to throw Shen Lang out, and Li Jiaming added fuel to the scene.

But at this moment, Song Zhiyuan yelled at his son.

"Stop! Song Xun, you are so courageous, no one is allowed to touch Shen Lang without my order!"

Song Xun's face was filled with astonishment. He never expected that his father would actually be furious at him because of an outsider.

"Dad, why are you doing this?" Song Xun was very puzzled.

"That's right, Grandpa Song, Shen Lang is not worth your maintenance at all!" Li Jiaming was like a flea, popping out from time to time, it was extremely disgusting.

Song Zhiyuan frowned, turned towards Song Xun and Li Jiaming, and said with displeasure: "It is true that this calligraphy is unnamed and unsigned, but it is a rare authentic work of 'Sanliang Mountain Man', it is not broken calligraphy!"

Sanliangshan people have a very high status in Song Zhiyuan's mind.

Because the authentic works of Sanliang Shanren are extremely rare in the field of calligraphy and painting collections.

As a senior collector, Sanliang Shanren is one of the most valuable modern calligraphers in Song Zhiyuan's mind, comparable to Li Keran, Pan Tianshou, Li Kuchan and others in the painting circle.

"Old Mister Sanliang, it is still unknown whether he is dead or not. Even if he is still alive, he is probably dying. You juniors, keep some morals!"

Song Zhiyuan believes that Sanliangshanren is likely to have passed away. After all, there has been no news for more than four years. Although it has not been confirmed, there are rumors in the calligraphy circle that he has gone west.

"Mr. Qiangu, Qiangu!"

Song Zhiyuan suddenly felt grief welling up in his heart, and he couldn't help sighing.

When Shen Lang heard Song Zhiyuan's emotion, he frowned.

"Damn it! I'm alive and well, Qiangu bastard, don't curse me!"

Shen Lang felt depressed.

After disappearing for more than four years, it was just that the family arranged for a trial mission, and it was not a ride to the west at all.

The only thing to blame is that Shen Lang's brushwork is too sophisticated, so that the calligraphy circles think that he is an old man with rich experience.

At this time, Song Xun's face also became serious and serious.

"Dad, is it the authentic work of Sanliangshanren? Could it be wrong? The three masters are not high-yield, what if it is a high-quality imitation?"

Although Song Xun does not admire Sanliangshanren as much as his father, he knows that this name is particularly famous in the calligraphy world, and he can be called a mysterious legend of a generation.

"Look for yourself, it's definitely an authentic work, I can't miss it." Song Zhiyuan handed the painting to his son.

Song Xun took it over and looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was not a fake, but he felt very strange when he saw that there was no signature.

"Father, the original works of the three masters in the past all have his old man's signature, but this handwriting has changed its style, will there be any problems?"

If you want to ask why there is no signature, only Shen Lang knows best.

Last night, Song Zhiyuan asked him to prepare a gift that he thought was meaningful, and Shen Lang wrote this temporarily, hoping that Song Zhiyuan could live a long and healthy life.

However, his seal is in the imperial capital's house, so he didn't sign it.

Different from the previous times, this time Shen Lang didn't deliberately write ugly words, but used a normal level.

The main thing is that Song Zhiyuan treated him pretty well, so he just took this opportunity to give Song Zhiyuan an authentic painting.

"Brother Sanliang is eclectic. For him, his fame is fleeting. For a great calligrapher like him, he doesn't need to leave his signature. After all, he has reached the pinnacle in the calligraphy field, and it is difficult for others to imitate!" Song Zhiyuan said with emotion.

Shen Lang was speechless when he heard this, and complained in his heart: "I'm still an old brother? I'm in the prime of my life, and I'm not a bad old man in his 90s!"

"That's right, the three masters are already transcendent, how can I guess what I think?!" Song Xun couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's a pity, it's a pity, if the three masters are still there, they can leave more treasures!"

sweat!
Shen Lang was sweating wildly!

The atmosphere at the scene was distorted, it was like a memorial service!
"Grandpa Song, Uncle Song, a piece of calligraphy is not enough, and it is not the authentic work of an ancient calligrapher. I think it is very ordinary. After all, it is from our era, not an old thing." Li Jiaming was very unconvinced. Yupei is even better.

"You don't understand. The appreciation of literary and entertainment can't only be based on old and new, but also on artistic attainments. Qi Baishi's paintings are not old, can you say they are very ordinary?!" Song Zhiyuan gave Li Jiaming a disgusted look.

Song Zhiyuan thought that Li Jiaming was too rude, and he didn't know calligraphy, but he dared to slander him, and immediately became angry.

At this time, Song Xun actually said with disgust: "Jia Ming, you need to improve your art appreciation ability in the future, so don't make a fool of yourself."

Li Jiaming's face turned red immediately, extremely embarrassed.

He regretted it, and would not have said those words if he knew it earlier, but he was robbed of the limelight by Shen Lang, and he couldn't control himself at all.

At this time, Song Zhiyuan still couldn't get out of the grief.

He was very obsessed with Sanliang Shanren's calligraphy. He wanted to meet Sanliang Shanren many times, but he felt regretful when he heard the rumors that he had passed away.

This became a great regret in his life.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyuan couldn't hold back his emotions even more, he sighed and said: "Let's put down the road of life, pen, ink, paper and inkstone to seek the truth. Waiting for a while to say goodbye is like a dream, so why are we meeting again!"

Shen Lang is a fucking dog!

"Stop, Mr. Song, let's change the topic to something a little more cheerful."

Nima's heavy mourning poems are most suitable for use in elegiac couplets, Shen Lang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Now, Li Jiaming managed to find an opportunity, and he yelled at Shen Lang: "Grandpa Song expresses his feelings because of his true temperament. What do you know about a rough person? Don't think that you gave Grandpa Song a picture of Three Good Masters You can understand calligraphy, you are just a blind cat and a dead mouse, not worthy to lift the shoes of Master Sanliang!"