Before seeing the inscription of the painting, Chen Xi had no objection to placing the painting in the center. It is indeed a good painting.
Chen Xi's painting style has always been based on delicacy and realism. The colors are bright and full, and it is lifelike, but there is always something missing.
Standing in front of that picture, Chen Xi felt that what was missing in his painting was almost overflowing in this painting.
It is a freehand landscape painting, and you can smell the fragrance of ink when you walk in. There are only black and white on the scroll, with a few thick and colorful strokes, but the majestic water of the mountains is vividly displayed.
Chen Xi was really attracted by this painting. Looking at the painting, his mind felt clear and open.
But her good mood didn't last long, she smiled and read the signature, three small characters painted on iron and silver hooks: Mountain Stream Tea.
What's going on in the mountains? Songhua wine, spring water sencha.
Flower wine, mountain stream tea. Chen Xi is more inclined to do it deliberately than to have a consonance.
Who will be the key?
Chen Xi stretched out his hand and traced these three words with his hand in the air, hovering and pitching, with grace and love, just like an iron painting, and charming like a silver hook.
She was a little annoyed, but also had some strange shyness.
"Who is Shanjian Tea?!"
At the door, Xia He watched her dignified and virtuous young lady chasing Boss Luo scurrying around the room, stunned.
A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind, Xia He turned around, but saw a red figure flashing in.
"Why?" Meng Jiao swung her whip and made a crisp sound, causing the two people in the room to stop in unison.
Meng Jiao looked at the two people in the house who were "flirting". How did these two people get involved?
Boss Luo is in a dilemma. Both are women he wants to avoid right now. No wonder Confucius said that only villains and women are difficult to support!
"Why are you here again." Boss Luo was disheveled at the moment, describing himself in a state of embarrassment. He supported the crumbling wooden hairpin on his head, panting.
When Meng Jiao said this, a lot of grievances rose up: "Why can't I come, your bookstore is open to pick up guests, everyone can come, but I can't come?!"
She worked hard to escape the concierge and the nursing home, and she had to be questioned by him when she came.
Thinking like this, Meng Jiao's grievances flooded into her heart, and her eyes turned red.
Seeing that the situation was wrong, Chen Xi gave Xia He a wink, and moved silently to prepare to withdraw from the battlefield.
"Hey, Miss Chen, don't go." Luo Fengheng was anxious when he saw that Meng Jiao was about to drop the golden beans. If Chen Xi left, how would he cope with this situation?
Giving him a self-seeking look, Chen Xi quickly touched the door, and was about to walk away.
"Miss Chen!"
This shout stabbed a hornet's nest, Meng Jiao's sharp eyes pierced at Chen Xi, and Chen Xi wanted to cry without tears.
No, what did she do.
Cursing Luo Fengheng a few words in his heart, Chen Xi turned around and smiled awkwardly: "You guys talk, I'll go first."
"Don't go!"
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