Chapter 328 Appreciation of paintings (first update)
The flower boat finally landed slowly and came to a stop.

Fang Jiuranyu's face was a little pink, and she looked extraordinarily beautiful.

However, under Fang Chen's strong request, Fang Jiuran still put on a mask.

The four of them got off the flower boat, and Fang Chen suddenly noticed a group of young men and women in white clothes gathering around to paint on the shore.

From the looks of it, there was not a single flower boat vacant during this period of time.

Those from the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Institute changed their minds and planned to paint on the spot.

He watched Fang Biyun get off the boat.

Qiao Jie over there seemed to be looking at the shore eagerly.

Immediately, he was the first to rush forward, Fang Chen's eyelids twitched at the look of enthusiasm.

"Miss Biyun, we temporarily decided to paint on the riverside.

After all, the flower boat is still in the open air, and rain and snow will always wet the paper and affect our performance."

After Qiao Jie finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Chen next to him.

"Miss Biyun, that kid didn't do anything bad to you on the boat just now, did he?"

"Giggle, no oh."

Fang Biyun laughed coquettishly, and the flowers and branches trembled wildly.

Fang Jiuran and Fang Chen looked at each other with helplessness.

Fang Biyunyu walked over with her mouth covered with her hand, and clicked her mouth at an open painting;

"This painting is not bad.

The brushstrokes are penetrating, the painting style is clean and tidy, and the meaning of the content is very good.

Is this your work?".

Both Fang Chen and Fang Jiuran planned to leave.

As a result, Fang Biyun over there suddenly waved at Fang Chen; "Boss Fang, come over and have a look together?".

Fang Chen really didn't understand why the second sister appeared here today.

But Fang Chen really dared to be angry with her and dare not speak out.

Fang Jiuran was about to leave with Fang Chen, but Fang Biyun suddenly said provocatively;

"I remember that Mr.

Fang studied calligraphy and painting when we were in university? But isn't it justified to show off?".

As soon as Qiao Jie heard this, he knew that the opportunity had come.

Just now on the shore.

After Fang Biyun introduced the identities of Fang Jiuran and Fang Shiyun, he felt a little scared.

Although my family is a little powerful in Changquan City.

However, compared with the Tianding female president who is well-known in the northwest region and Xuanyuan God of War, one of the four great war gods in China.

That's a joke.

Zhengchou has no chance to turn hostility into friendship.

Now, when I heard Fang Biyun's words, I echoed it and said, "It turns out that Mr.

Fang was a master of calligraphy and painting in his early years, so why don't we come and taste it together?".

"The Art of Communication".

Fang Biyun smiled teasingly and glanced in Fang Chen's direction.

Fang Jiuran rolled his eyes; "Everyone is not counted, let's understand a little bit, just take a look."

He pulled Fang Chen and walked over.

Fang Chen took a closer look and saw that there were two big heads in one head.

"Which painting does our beloved arsonist like?".

Fang Biyun cast a winking glance at Fang Chen.

Obviously on the small flower boat, I heard the conversation between Fang Chen and Fang Jiuran.

Fang Chen's face turned red immediately, it wasn't because Fang Biyun had fascinated him.

Instead, Fang Jiuran's jade hand twisted 180 degrees under her armpit.

As if venting anger.

Young people want to cry but have no tears, what is it all about!
If I am guilty, please let the law punish me instead of sending a horrible woman like Second Sister to sow discord.

Seeing Fang Biyun asking Fang Chen a question, Qiao Jie cast a disdainful glance at Fang Chen.

In his opinion, even Fang Zong Fang Jiuran and Xuanyuan God of War Fang Shiyun are well-known existences in the upper class.

But in the field of art appreciation, he still can't compare with Qiao Jie's attainments.

Inviting Fang Jiuran to appreciate the paintings is nothing more than a polite remark.

"Me? This pair is probably my favorite..."

Fang Chen glanced at the table, and suddenly his eyes fell on a painting in the bottom corner.

This painting was randomly placed by a group of them as a tablecloth.

The drawing paper was spread out in half.

The above content is an old farmer standing by the river, staring blankly at the Qinhuai River, covered with mud.

Fang Chen's voice fell.

All the young men and women in white over there looked at each other and laughed lightly.

"puff".

Qiao Jie laughed disdainfully, and cast his eyes on Fang Chen;

"I bought this painting casually at a roadside stall last time.

I wanted to use it as a tablecloth, but it was only worth a few hundred yuan."

"My friend, you have a unique appreciation..."

There is no shortage of derogatory and mocking Fang Chen inside and outside the words.

On the contrary, Fang Jiuran's wonderful eyes also fell on a half-spread work in the corner, and a touch of surprise flashed across his pupils.

Wan Yu also glanced at Fang Chen with a somewhat smug look on her eyebrows.

"Don't speak casually if you don't understand, lest you make people laugh."

"Everyone is praising Brother Qiao Jie's work for its ingenuity, but you just ran to point to a bad painting of unknown origin, admiring it, ha ha."

Although she didn't say so.

But that meaning seems to be saying that we elegant people are really not the existence that you, an uneducated cripple, can point fingers at.

Creatures of two realms.

"Hey, Wanyu, how can you talk like that? It's normal that this friend doesn't know how to appreciate paintings.

After all, not everyone is born with an eye for appreciating beautiful things."

Fang Chen frowned, always feeling that the painting in the corner that was used as a tablecloth was not simple.

"I think it's a pretty good painting."

Fang Jiuran's beautiful eyes glanced at Fang Biyun faintly, and then fell on the members of the Changquan City Painting and Calligraphy Academy.

While speaking, Fang Jiuran took two steps forward.

Yushou pulled out the painting that Fang Chen mentioned just now from the corner; "Appreciating a painting is nothing more than looking at several angles."

"Composition, implication, writing power...".

"good".

Qiao Jie nodded, it seems that Fang Jiuran really knows a thing or two about painting appreciation.

But the playfulness in his eyes was even more serious.

Because in this painting, whether it is the composition, the implication, or the strength of the brushwork, in his opinion, there is nothing worthy of praise that makes people talk about it.

"Although the composition of this painting is not full, it seems that the entire upper half is slightly empty, but its implication is very clear."

"The old man who caught fish by the river was covered in mud, and stared blankly at the Qinhuai River...".

Qiao Jie said with a half-smile;
"Mr.

Jiang, I know that you want to save that friend some face, but as you said, the old farmer's eyes are drawn to be extremely dull, quite rigid, and the so-called expression can't read the vivid charm at all."

"How did this kind of work fall into Mr.

Fang's eyes?".

PS; Friends who follow the official account, don’t worry, Huang Bufan’s extra chapter is divided into three parts, the content runs through the finale of Qishao and the finale of Lingwang.

It can be regarded as the end of my two works.

It's settled, it's called "The Heavenly Cang Ling", interested friends can follow my official account, which is my pseudonym; Wen Xianzhi Yayin, I will post the first article tonight

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