The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

Jiang Nan took it after hesitating for two seconds, raised his eyelids, and asked, "Can I open it and have a look?"

Originally, he planned to give Jiang Nan this piece of "Canyon Voiceless" as a thank-you gift, Fang Hanlin nodded, "Of course."

Jiang Nan heard the words, wiped his finger on the storage box lightly, and took out the scroll.

The edge of the scroll reveals a bit of the contents of the scroll.

The pen and ink are smooth and the ink is dripping.

more and more familiar.

Seeing Jiang Nan's casual and inattentive movement of opening the scroll, Fang Hanlin's heart skipped a beat.

"Miss Jiang, why don't I open this painting for you to see."

Fang Hanlin's eyes stared at Jiang Nan's movements without blinking, his mind was slightly trembling, and he almost knelt down to accept the painting.

Jiang Nan: "...OK."

When Jiang Nan finished speaking, Fang Hanlin breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Hanlin took the scroll of the picture scroll, held it respectfully with both hands, then carefully placed it on a corner of the table, and spread it out little by little, fearing that Jiang Nan would not understand Chinese painting, he explained to her:

"Although "Canyon Voiceless" is an incomplete painting, its value is immeasurable."

"The spirit is vivid, the brush is used in the bone method, the pictograph is applied to the object, the color is given according to the category, the management position, and the transfer is imitated. The six methods are not picky."

Every time Fang Hanlin watched "Canyon Voiceless", he felt more emotion in his heart.

Incomplete Chinese paintings can reach this level, but if the complete "Canyon Voiceless" can reach such an amazing level!

Jiang Nan followed Fang Hanlin's gaze to look at the incomplete painting, and was speechless for a moment.

There is no doubt about it.

This scribbled brushstroke.

Carrying ink also does whatever he wants.

It is estimated that there will be no second person in the world.

This painting is indeed the ugly painting that she disliked so much that she tore it in half and threw it into the trash can.

Because he was dissatisfied, Jiang Nan himself did not leave his name badge and title badge on the painting.

But, how did it become a precious collection of the Fang family? !

Does the Fang family like to pick up trash?

Here, Fang Hanlin smoothed out the wrinkles of the painting, and shook his head regretfully, "I don't know where the other half of this painting is, it's a pity."

Jiang Nan's eyes deepened, he hesitated to speak, "...Maybe it's in the trash can."

Fang Hanlin felt that he had heard a horrifying joke, "How could it be possible, who would throw such good words in the trash can with such lack of vision."

Jiang Nan who was connoted: "..."

The girl twisted her wrist, propped her arm on the table a little, and commented from the bottom of her heart, "This painting shouldn't be worth collecting, it's still a broken painting, and it can be seen that the painter was in a bad mood. "

When she painted this painting, she was scolded out of the house by Sun Gulan.

Young, disturbed, and rough in ink handling.

It's not so much painting as it is venting.

I didn't think about the rules and aesthetic principles of brushwork in Chinese painting at all.

Draw wherever you want.

The techniques are kneaded, the colors are bold, and the strength of the brush and ink lines has almost reached a very exaggerated level.

Without a good mood, one cannot draw a painting with outstanding charm.

She also found that her state of mind was biased, and the painting ended up in the trash.

Fang Hanlin was not angry when he heard the words, but looked at Jiang Nan with admiration, and shook his head after a few seconds

, "Miss Jiang, this is wrong. Painting is a process of expressing spirit, expressing nature, expressing heart, and freehand brushwork. This pair of brushes and inks are thick and moist, with more rubbing than rendering. The layers are distinct and integrated. It is a masterpiece. .This painting has been registered with the Chinese Painting Association, and it is listed as a + category work."

In China, there are four leagues of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Represents the highest level of Chinese classical skills.

The Chinese paintings that can be listed as A+ works by the Chinese Painting Association can be counted on one hand.

It can be said to be a supreme honor and affirmation.

Jiang Nan's fingers on the table moved twice, and his heartstrings were plucked twice.

The girl smiled suddenly, her delicate eyebrows were slightly relieved, "I'm narrow-minded."

Fang Hanlin shook his head and smiled gently, put away the painting, and handed it to Jiang Nan again.

Jiang Nan took it, met Fang Hanlin's gaze, and said seriously: "Then I will accept this painting first, and I will give it to Mr. Fang in a few days."

Fang Hanlin smiled, "Okay."

But I didn't take it too seriously.

Now, the famous Chinese paintings on the market are basically in the hands of collectors and some masters of Chinese painting, and ordinary people can only buy various counterfeit products on the Internet.

Fang Hanlin didn't have much expectation for Jiang Nan's painting.

Jiang Nan put away the painting, tilted his head again, and looked at Fang Miaoyan, "Take the traditional Chinese medicine on time, and after half a month, you can start doing some simple hand exercises."

Fang Miaoyan nodded shyly, and quietly raised her eyes to look at Jiang Nan, "Idol, can I give you a hug?"

After she finished speaking, she added in a low voice: "I'll do some hand exercises in advance."

Jiang Nan raised his eyebrows, and smiled at the end of his eyes.

There was a deep warmth in his eyes.

There was a bit of wildness in the tone, "Okay, who told me to spoil my fans!"

Fang Miaoyan swallowed excitedly, opened her arms, and hugged Jiang Nan directly.

Jiang Nan patted her on the back, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Come on."

"Woooooo." Fang Miaoyan whimpered inarticulately, "..."

Jiang Nan listened carefully, only to hear Fang Miaoyan's indistinct words coming out from between her teeth, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo |Fu."

Jiang Nan: "..."

With tears in her eyes, Fang Miaoyan began to confess sincerely, "Idol, can you not be so rigid about your gender?"

Jiang Nan was expressionless.

"Or, which dog man has already made the first move?" Fang Miaoyan clenched her fist, "My fist is hardened!"

Jiang Nan moved his fingers and said concisely, "You can't beat him."

After Jiang Nan finished speaking, he realized what he had said.

No more words, just go outside.

Fang Miaoyan was stunned for a few seconds, then jumped up suddenly, and ran after Jiang Nan, with a look of being struck by lightning, "Who?"

Jiang murmured a serious face.

Jiang Nanpi smiled but didn't smile.

Jiang Nan refused to speak.

Fang's car and driver were already waiting outside.

"Drive steadily and send Miss Jiang to her destination."

After Fang Hanlin told the driver, he walked over and helped Jiang Nan open the rear door of the car himself.

After getting in the car, Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes suddenly, as if feeling something, he looked towards a car parked by the side of the road.

There is a slight chill in the eyes.

Just as Fang Hanlin was about to close the car door, he accidentally met Jiang Nan's icy cold eyes, and his heart shivered slightly.

"Miss Jiang, what's the matter?" Fang Hanlin asked, following Jiang Nan's gaze.

There was only one Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road.

The people sitting inside seemed to close the windows in a panic.

The windows of the car are covered with one-way film, so you can't see clearly inside.

The license plate numbers were not those of the familiar top wealthy families.

Jiang Nan withdrew his gaze, his delicate eyebrows were lowered, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a cold arc, "It's nothing."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car drove away.

In the back seat, Jiang Nan's face was hidden in the shadows, and he casually tapped on the back of the phone.

Within sight, the window of that car was reopened, revealing those familiar yet unfamiliar, philistine and calculating eyes.

It was Jiang Boteng.

An arrogant and wanton arc flashed across the corner of Jiang Nan's mouth, his eyebrows and eyes drooping.

Ah, was seen.