Young Master Guangyi

"Mr. Nie, didn't you just say you were particularly curious about Ximeng?" Meng Xinzhi was a little overwhelmed by this series of questions.

"That's because I didn't know there was "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" in your dream." Nie Guangyi said, "I just like this kind of unpopular painting."

"Isn't it popular?" Zong Yi was unhappy after hearing this, "I said, uncle, how dare you say that "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is not popular?"

"Why don't I dare?" Nie Guangyi asked back: "If you don't believe me, you can ask your sister if there is no Zhang Zeduan's name in the "Xuanhe Painting Book" of the Eternal Art Emperor you are talking about. He is not qualified to be included in the book.

Yes, isn’t it unpopular?”

"Sister, sister, sister, is this really the case?"

"This painting is indeed not included in the catalog." Meng Xinzhi agreed with Nie Guangyi's statement.

"Ah? Why? Shouldn't "Along the River During Qingming Festival" be the most famous painting?"

Wu Nong of Mengxin softly explained to Zongyi:

"Whether "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" has a name or not depends on the era in which you read it."

"When we were talking about Leonardo da Vinci before, my sister told you that during the heyday of the Renaissance, authenticity was the highest priority."

"So, in that era, the more realistic the painting, the more likely it would be influential at the time."

Meng Xinzhi looked at Zongyi, who nodded: "Yeah, yeah, I remember."

"Okay, now let's go back to the era of Zhang Zeduan and look at "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"."

Zong Yi suddenly raised his hand: "Sister, sister, sister, I have a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Is Zhang Zeduan the same generation as Dongpo?" Zong Yi asked.

"From our perspective, which spans nearly a thousand years, it is almost the same. Zhang Zeduan is only 48 years younger than Lay Buddhist Dongpo."

Meng Xinzhi paused, and then said: "Since you mentioned Su Shi, it is just right to use the words of layman Dongpo to explain why "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was not popular in that era."

"How to explain, how to explain, how to explain?" Zong Yi asked excitedly three times.

Meng Xinzhi, who has always responded to her sister's questions, once again entered the answering mode:

"Su Dongpo once said this, [When discussing paintings and shapes, see them next to children]."

"This sentence talks about two different artistic pursuits: physical resemblance and spiritual resemblance."

"In Su Shi's opinion, if you only focus on the appearance of a painting, your knowledge will be about the same as that of a kid."

"The Picture of Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains was collected by more than twenty emperors because of its lofty artistic conception."

Zong Yi interjected: "Of course I know that "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" has a lofty artistic conception, but this does not affect that "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is also fascinating."

Meng Xinzhi continues to explain:

"We, future generations, are fascinated by the scenes in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" because these scenes are far enough away from us."

"But what if we go back to that time?"

"Go back to the prosperous Bianjing city depicted in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"."

"Do you think the streets you walk through every day and the scenery you see every day are so special?"

"In the era when Zhang Zeduan lived, paintings depicting life in the marketplace were unlikely to be sought after by literati."

""Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was not popular at the time because the scenes depicted were too everyday."

"Similarly, the reason why it has become the most popular painting among the people in modern times is because over the past thousand years, the everyday has become the rare."

"This is the thickness of history and the power of time."

Zong Yi thought for a while and asked: "Sister, you want to tell me that rare things are valuable, right?"

"That's right, Xiaoyi's summary ability is getting stronger and stronger." Meng Xinzhi pressed her thumb on Zongyi's forehead and said, "Sister, I'll give you a thumbs up manually."

Seeing that the two sisters were almost interacting, the hungry little Niuzi quickly answered: "Girl, please tell me about the city life in the Song Dynasty. In your dream, did the girl go to a restaurant in Bianjing City or go to a restaurant in Bianjing City?"

A wine shop?"

Just as Meng Xinzhi was about to answer, Zong Yi jumped in first: "Why should my sister tell someone who doesn't keep her word and loves Ku..."

"Xiaoyi!" Meng Xinzhi said sternly: "You can't talk like that."

Zong Yi stuck out her tongue, she knew she was wrong.

But for just that moment, she just wanted to be angry with her uncle.

Fortunately, I was persuaded by my sister in time and changed my words forcibly: "He doesn't keep his word and likes to ask questions."

Nie Guangyi is such a smart man, how could he not know what Zong Yi almost blurted out?

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he, who should be social and embarrassed the most, had chatted with the sisters for so long without any embarrassment at all.

That inexplicable feeling lingered in his heart again.

Maybe it’s because of my sister’s unique temperament?

When you stay next to her and listen to her talk, you will feel inexplicably relaxed.

This feeling made Nie Guangyi very angry.

What is overall comfort?

To put it bluntly, isn’t it just about lying in your comfort zone?

A genius must never put himself in his comfort zone.

When heaven is about to entrust a genius with a great responsibility, he must first suffer from his comfort, work hard for his comfort, and starve his body and skin...

Ah, I'm really hungry.

Why are geniuses so resistant to hunger?

The increasingly obvious feeling of hunger brought Nie Guangyi back to reality.

He clearly remembered crying.

But I can't figure out why at all.

He just came under the Wan'an Bridge, which had been reduced to ruins.

He just couldn't stand the overly depressing atmosphere in his grandfather's house.

He really didn't want to cry at all.

It's a joyous occasion.

Moreover, what those people said was quite exaggerated.

Speaking of Grandpa Qiu and Grandma Qiu, although they had lost their breath an hour before he came.

But it was after he came that I really closed my eyes.

Because Professor Nie was also present, Nie Guangyi did not say a word.

No matter what I asked him, he couldn't hear me.

I didn’t pretend to be unable to hear on purpose, it was really as if I was in trance.

The more people around him, the more isolated he seemed from the world.

He seemed to have thousands of feelings and millions of words, but none of them were truly clear.

Xuan Shi, a socially fearful person, was dragged into his grandfather's big family.

He was the only one who seemed like a complete outsider.

The more enthusiastic the people in the village were towards him, the more breathless he felt.

When he was with Meng Xinzhi, the allergic symptoms that he couldn't feel at all were so severe that he suffocated at the death scene of an intangible inheritance inheritor.

Nie Guangyi's feelings for his grandfather are complicated.

How much he liked Grandpa Qiu's house when he was little, but how much he hated it after his parents divorced.

Strictly speaking, what he hated was not the Qiu family, but himself as a child.

From time to time, Nie Guangyi would think of his attitude towards his mother every time she wouldn't let him go to Changqiao Village for the holidays.

Ever since he was little, he has always felt that whatever his father did was for his own good.

His mother would stop him from doing anything he wanted to do.

By the time the truth comes out, it's too late.

Not only was my mother divorced, she also passed away not long after.

When Nie Guangyi was very young, Professor Nie was just a small lecturer.

Professor Nie spent almost all his money on raising the Qiu family's children.

My mother had to find a way to make money on her own and started running a clothing fabric trading company.

And soon surpassed Father Nie in terms of financial strength.

After his death, he left a legacy to Nie Guangyi.

That year, Nie Guangyi had just come of age.

That year, everyone started calling him Mr. Guangyi.

If possible, Nie Guangyi hopes to completely erase that year from his life.

Dad didn't secretly change his will, and mom didn't leave forever.

I owe 650 words today, and I will make up double the amount tomorrow.
Chapter completed!