Cao Danqing is too lazy to go to the studio these days. When he is at his age, he can draw more paintings if he has the energy. If he doesn’t have the energy, he will undoubtedly be causing trouble for himself. Especially since he is also a literary and artistic critic, he is so sharp to comment on others and is also strict with himself.

"Smoke again!" Old Mrs. Zhang pushed the door and went in. Seeing the dead old man who quickly snatched the cigarette butts into the daffodil basin, she frowned and said, "Don't ruin my daffodil."

Cao Danqing smiled shyly, "I feel uncomfortable, I just want to take a few sips."

"What's so uncomfortable about you? There are so many things left after retirement. My daughter called us the day before yesterday and asked us to stay abroad for a few days, and you would go there no matter how hard you do it."

"You want to go, you go." Cao Danqingyan was half gone, so he had to peel an orange to relieve the smell in his mouth.

"I'm just about to have a cold, but I can't remember it anymore?"

Cao Danqing said with some annoyance: "If you want to go, don't come and think in my ears."

"I'm leaving, who cares about your food, drink, defecation and urination? Really, you're content. Is it because of Xiaoyue's affairs? I heard from them that they are doing major things in Lin'an, and the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance, and at least they have brought Chinese paintings with them. Why are you so disliked?"

Cao Danqing sighed and said, "In calligraphy, yes, he does have this qualification, but who cares about Chinese painting? His three-legged level alone, let alone any calligraphy and painting alliance, is not enough to watch even compared with those top students in Gome! I asked him to come back and polish it carefully. He doesn't listen to me now. I am really worried that he will waste his great youth..."

"All of them are college students, and they also have their own ideas. Why do you feel different? Besides, Xiao Yue's Chinese painting level is not as unbearable as you think. He is already considered to be the middle and upper-level among his peers. If it is fine brushwork, except for the simple techniques, composition and color design, he should be considered the best. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

"On average students, I will naturally not say anything if they can have such a level, but the key is that his painter now, coupled with his calligraphy, has a feeling of being a dog-tailed marten. I am afraid that someone will scold me in the future, Cao Danqing, who doesn't have that diamond diamond, and will take on porcelain work!"

Dingdong!

The sound of ringing the doorbell came outside the house.

Cao Danqing stood up, "Is this kid finally willing to come back? Why don't you take advantage of this time to put down your pen and write, and just make up for the painter. Liu Tong and the older guys might laugh at me secretly."

"Sir, your courier."

"Express?" Cao Danqing was a little puzzled, "Did you deliver the wrong delivery? I didn't buy anything."

The courier looked at the express order number and said, "That's right, you are Mr. Cao Danqing, please sign for it."

Cao Danqing took the paper box suspiciously, and after signing the order, he turned around and closed the door.

"What did you buy?"

"I don't know."

The old lady tried to ask, "Did Xiaojie send it from abroad?"

Cao Danqing sat on the sofa with a cardboard box and looked at the address on his head, "I sent it from Lin'an. What's the point of this kid? Huh."

The old lady looked at her husband's tough mouth, her eyebrows were filled with joy, and she also smiled silently, turning around to pour water for him.

"Draw the scroll?" Cao Danqing looked at the things delivered by surprise. He slowly opened them, not knowing what Zhong Yue's move meant. However, when he opened them halfway, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Mozhu? It tastes a little...!

Bamboo is a popular subject for literati paintings in history. It is easy to draw, but it is difficult to draw in a superb way. Cao Danqing only opened halfway and felt that this work was amazing. The sparse and dense bamboo leaves test a painter's understanding of bamboo. If he is not a master, it is much more difficult to draw a bamboo than a bush of bamboo forests. Looking at the content on the painting, it is obviously a bamboo, which is what Cao Danqing was slightly surprised.

Drawing a bamboo alone can have very high requirements for painters.

"What do you think so enchanting?"

Cao Danqing put the scroll on the table and slowly unfolded it down, "This kid must have to stay in Lin'an for a few days, so he didn't know where he made a painting to swear me to block my mouth."

The old lady also had a little eyes, but when she saw it was a single bamboo, she frowned, "Looking at this painting, I always feel that it is not finished."

Cao Danqing nodded, and felt the same way, and completely unfolded the remaining half.

"Okay, no signature?"

Cao Danqing looked at the corner of the painting, and there was no signature, only seven or eight casual seals, which were placed on it in an orderly manner.

"Clean heart."

"The old horse is in the stable."

"Shi Xin?"

"Zhengxiang."

The old lady shook her head and smiled, "What a strange combination. These idle seals are used to make it look like a little extravagant."

Cao Danqing touched his chin, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly laughed, "This guy! This is pretending to me from afar!"

"What do you mean?"

Cao Danqing said: "This painting has not been signed. Why would ordinary people not sign before mounting it? Only when he puts his pen and does not write it now, so he will not sign it. And if you look at the brushwork of the bamboo leaves, it clearly has the flavor of his writing. It is obvious that he really tried to incorporate the brushwork of calligraphy into Chinese paintings. He was afraid that I would blame him for being unprofitable, so he used this painting to evade me and wanted to block my mouth."

"This is just your unilateral guess."

Cao Danqing sneered: "Let's connect the first words of the four casual seals on this little bastard and read them."

"Qing-old teacher-zheng..." The old lady burst out laughing, "This child is really a slut."

"Little Red Man! This ink bamboo is quite interesting, but I haven't taught him to draw it. Could it be that he is stealing his master in Lin'an?"

Old Mrs. Zhang put on Cao Danqing's shoulder and said, "It's not decades ago now. Don't question Xiaoyue. It's a good thing to learn from others."

"You don't think I'm sorry for my face? I also studied under Mr. Binhong and Mr. Fu Baoshi back then. This is not a matter of family background. It's just that I can teach Zhong Yue to be such a person in a short period of time. It's extraordinary. I'm so skillful that I want to meet."

“No.”

Cao Danqing asked, "Why? There are also these idle seals on hand. Judging from the layout, they should be techniques of the Hui School. It seems that there are many good products on hand. They dare to joke with me in this way. Seeing that I don't go there in person, I can't beat him!"

The old lady grabbed Cao Danqing's sweater vest, "You forgot what the doctor told me yesterday?"

"It's okay..." Cao Danqing stretched out the tail sound like a child.

"If you make trouble again, I will let Xiaojie come and persuade you."

"..." Cao Danqing shook his head and sighed, "It's hard to raise a woman and a villain!"

Old Mrs. Zhang glanced at the old thing, "What did you say?"

"I said I'll have braised chicken for lunch!"

ps: The signature of calligraphy and paintings given to elders is to use the meaning of asking someone to correct it. To show humility, please correct it.
Chapter completed!