I'm afraid I can't hide my ability

Chapter 126 I Want To

At the beginning, no one knew what nonsense was doing.

I saw him outline areas on the rice paper.Immediately afterwards, broken objects appeared one by one...

There are broken porcelain pots, burnt manuscripts, broken fans, old tiles, torn paper, fragmented rubbings, worn handkerchiefs, oracle bone fragments...

A total of eight shabby objects, each with a different font on it.

Moreover, every font is so memorable...

"This is... a heap of brocade ash! This is a lost cultural treasure!" Chi Mingshan's tone of voice was tearful.He is agitated and involuntary.

What nonsense shows in front of everyone is a lost skill that people can't imagine!
The most difficult thing here is the rubbing, because the background of the rubbing is black, and the font is white paper.However, even so, the inscription on the rubbings was not the same as what Shen Moling wrote just now.

On the contrary, the simple and old feeling, as if it has gone through the vicissitudes of time, is like rubbing on a stone tablet.In other words, the inscriptions created by Hu Yan are more like carvings than calligraphy and painting!

This...is really amazing!

Even Shen Moling, who has always been steady and quiet, couldn't help shaking at this moment. What Hu Yan is doing now is exactly the dream of the old man Shen Wancheng in his life!

However, he worked hard all his life and only achieved one kind of calligraphy.

Other calligraphy can only be regarded as the first glimpse of the door, and it cannot reach the level of a master at all.

However, the most difficult part of the brocade ash pile is here.

Each calligraphy style must have comparable brush strength and artistic conception.This is also the reason why this traditional cultural skill is lost.

The vast majority of people, who specialize in one kind of calligraphy all their lives, will find it difficult to reach the level of masters in their entire lives.

Not to mention learning multiple fonts together?

Unknowingly, Shen Moling burst into tears.

Chi Mingshan's eyes were also wet...

What they see is not a nonsense work, but a cultural treasure that has lost its inheritance and has returned to people's eyes again.

However, with this unique skill, Hu Yan's future achievements will be limitless.

Once the relevant departments know that this intangible cultural inheritance has a successor, nonsense is like a national treasure...

Even Qin Zixuan was dumbfounded. In the past, he thought that nonsense was a genius, that nonsense was outstanding.But now, when looking at nonsense, Qin Zixuan seemed to be in a dream.

So unreal, so... unbelievable.

Unknowingly, Hu Yan has completed all the works.

Now, he felt the feeling of being silent with Chi Mingshan just now.It's just... happy!
The joyful feeling of venting all the emotions in the heart in the works pervades the whole body.

He stretched his waist fiercely and said nonsense, seeing that everyone was silent and looked at him like a monster.

Somewhat embarrassedly said: "Well, I couldn't help it for a while...I made everyone laugh."

Then, he looked at his work and said regretfully, "This brush is too big. I forgot to change the brush just now. Sigh~ I'm just painting for fun anyway, just watch the fun, but don't Get to the bottom of it! Haha...haha..."

Hu Yan laughed awkwardly for a while, there was no way, there was no one who cooperated with him.

Hu Yan wondered, "Am I so handsome that I have no friends?" Before he knew it, Hu Yan blurted out.

It was Qian Xiaoer who woke up quickly, after all, in her pure heart, nonsense is omnipotent.

He glanced at Hu Yan and said, "Isn't it! You know everything, of course you don't have any friends!" From Qian Xiaoer's cute voice, everyone slowly came to their senses.

Chi Mingshan looked at Hu Yan with burning eyes, as if he had just met this person. "Baby! What kind of luck did I have today to meet you, baby?"

Looking at Chi Mingshan's fiery eyes, Hu Yan was extremely reserved, and even took a few steps back.

"Guess, Old Chi, I'm a decent and normal man, you're already so old. Uh~" Looking at Hu Yan hugging his shoulders, he got goosebumps.

Chi Mingshan was really angry, but he couldn't help it.

"You! Really, what can I say?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The way Shen Moling looked at Hu Yan was also so hot.

Hu Yan looked left and right, and then looked at his own words...

"I wrote all of these?" He scratched his head. "Hehe...I feel that the writing is okay. You...why do you think of me like this? I said I can't write anymore."

"what?"

People were speechless for a while.

In the end, it was Chi Mingshan who broke the deadlock...

"Okay, if you don't know how to write, an old man like me will spend his entire life in vain." He sighed and shook his head.

Hu Yan looked at Shen Moling. "Sister Shen, look, is my writing okay?"

Shen Moling pursed her lips and bowed deeply again. "Master Hu Yan, I want to take you as my teacher and learn from you the skill of painting brocade ash piles. I hope you don't think I'm stupid."

"What?" Hu Yan was stunned. "Damn, are you kidding me? I just draw casually. It's ridiculous and generous, do you want to learn?"

Chi Mingshan didn't know what to say...

"Excessive modesty is pride! That's right! Nonsense, you're gone!"

Hu Yan thought to himself: "Why am I floating? Is it the first time I draw this thing?"

However, looking at the fiery and earnest gaze in Shen Moling's eyes, Hu Yan really didn't know what to say.

"Well, if you want to learn, I'll explain it to you when I have time, but let's talk about it first. I don't know how to teach you wrongly. Don't say that I misunderstood my children. Besides, I don't start classes. Supplementary lessons or something. Let’s study together.”

"Okay!" Shen Moling nodded with a smile. "You are a teacher, what you say is what you say."

Suddenly, Shen Moling blushed and said, "Teacher, I am your first disciple. Can you give me this painting of yours?"

Immediately, Chi Mingshan woke up!
"Hey, nonsense, I'm old, and I don't know how many years to live. Young people have plenty of opportunities. Why don't you give this painting to my old man."

As he spoke, he also slapped his waist.

Shen Moling pursed her lips and did not speak, but her eyes told everyone.What she meant was: "You old guy, you're so bad!"

Hu Yan was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.

At this time, Qian Xiaoer also jokingly said: "Nonsense, if you put this painting in my shop, then I will always have face. Give it to me!" She also imitated the little girl, holding her face and blinking her eyes look.

He was speechless for a while.

At this time, there is excitement to watch the excitement.

"I think it's best to use an auction. Whoever gives the most money will give it to him!"

Shen Moling immediately said: "No matter how much other people pay, I will add [-] more! My grandfather knows that this craft has been passed down, so he must be happier than anything else."

Hu Yan understood Shen Moling's thoughts, and knew that Shen Wancheng's lifelong obsession was not learning the skill of Jinhuidui.

"How about giving it to Xuemei Shen, Mr. Shen, who is older than you." Hu Yan looked at Chi Mingshan and said.

Chi Mingshan said with a tragic face: "My father is over 90 years old this year, and he is also a fan of brocade ashes. In fact, I have been running here for a while, just to see that fan. I just took a picture .However, if you can take a painting back, let him know that there are still people in this world who know this skill. His old man... oh~"

Shen Moling gritted his silver teeth, thinking to himself: "This old guy is really bad! Tell my grandpa when you get back!"

Hu Yan thought for a while and said, "Well, this painting was painted in Xiaoer's shop. It's still for Xiaoer!"

Qian Xiaoer suddenly jumped up and put his arms around Hu Yan's neck. "Hey~ Nonsense still hurts me the most!"

Hu Yan shook his head helplessly...

At this moment, Qin Zixuan felt envious of Qian Xiaoer.

For a month or so, she became unfamiliar with Hu Yan.However, Qian Xiaoer got closer to Hu Yan...

"Okay!" Hu Yan glanced at Qian Xiaoer.It's perfectly normal to favor Qian Xiaoer.They helped him take care of his younger sister and Yaorou.Otherwise it is really unreasonable.

Looking at Shen Moling and Chi Mingshan, he said nonsense: "Don't be disappointed, you two. I will draw two more pictures when I have time, and I will give each of you a picture. Is it okay?"

Chi Mingshan slapped Hu Yan on the shoulder hard!
"Good boy! Let me just say that I saw the right person! It's really good! Hey!" He rubbed his hands happily, excited like a child.

At this time, Shen Moling's murderous eyes towards Chi Mingshan were gone, what was left was his eyes full of admiration towards Hu Yan.

With long legs, Qin Zixuan walked up to Hu Yan with firm steps. "Old Hu, I want it too!"

"?" Hu Yan was a little dumbfounded, he had never seen Qin Zixuan act like a spoiled child before.

At that time, there was some nonsense that couldn't be resisted, and he lowered his head and nodded twice.

Hu Jiaxin joked, "Brother! I want it too!"

Hu Yan pinched Hu Jiaxin's nose pamperingly, "Okay! I'll give you everything I have, and all the paintings in the future will be yours!"

Hu Jiaxin pinched her waist and said complacently, "Remember, if you have a sister-in-law, don't let her rob me!"

"Okay! I'll give it all to you, right?" Hu Yan pinched Hu Jiaxin's face.

"Hmph! Bullying me again!" Hu Jiaxin pretended to be angry.

At this time, a weak voice said: "Can...can you give me a picture?"

Hu Jiaxin took Yao Rou's arm, "That's a must! What's mine is yours! He can't do it if he doesn't give it!"

Everyone laughed happily, and they were very envious to see Hu Yan's brother and sister getting along so well.

At this moment, suddenly, a man dressed as a peasant came over with a package on his back.

"Well, I think you all like calligraphy. I have a picture of calligraphy here. Do you think it's worth it? If it's valuable, I'll sell it."

They are all calligraphy lovers. As soon as they heard good characters, they immediately regained their spirits...

"Take it out and have a look!"

"Yeah, let's see it first!"

"Is it from your ancestors?"

……

When the farmer-like man opened the calligraphy and painting, Chi Mingshan gasped!
"This is... Zeng Guofan's words!"

As he spoke, he leaned closer to take a closer look.

While watching, he shook his head, "Okay! Okay, Zeng Guofan's legendary voice overwhelmed his calligraphy. In fact, his calligraphy is definitely at the master level!"

Hu Yan didn't read calligraphy very much, and his eyesight didn't need to be read carefully.

He felt that this painting seller was a bit strange, with sly eyes...

"How much do you want to sell this painting?" Hu Yan asked.

The man held out five fingers...

Someone asked, "Fifty thousand?"

The man shook his head...

"50 million!?"

The man is still shaking his head...

"You want to sell 500 million!!?"

The man nodded.

Hu Yan waved his hand, "Don't look at it, it's really not worth 500 million, let alone this fake one!"

(End of this chapter)