I'm afraid I can't hide my ability

Chapter 256
Hu Yan didn't think too much about it.After all, people in this world always have low demands on themselves and high demands on others.I also like to criticize others from the moral high ground.

Just like Shen Yifan, the master of precious eyes, he played an upright and upright treasure appraising master on the bright side, cracking down on counterfeiting everywhere.

However, there are many dirty things secretly done.However, if you act as a moral model for a long time, you will be confused.He really thought he was a good person, and those things behind the scenes seemed to have nothing to do with him.

There are many such people in the world, and it is not surprising that they talk nonsense.

What's interesting is that Hu Yan sees that his bad luck is not far away, and he is not far away. This person doesn't know, and he is still swaggering around and doing things that are detrimental to his morality.

In other words, I didn't believe these nonsense before, but after learning physiognomy and numerology, I have to believe these.

After a lot of thinking, Hu Yan felt that this still made some sense.What is beneficial to most people is called merit.

Those who harm the interests of the majority are committing crimes.

In terms of fate, in the first half of my life, I inherited the blessings of my ancestors, and part of my own actions, half of the good or bad came from the ancestors.Therefore, the performance is not obvious.

However, both China and Western countries have such theories.That is, when a person is over 40 years old, basically good and evil will be seen on his face.

In other words, is the blessing coming or the retribution coming.It's basically written all over your face.

From the eyes of Hu Yan, who has just completed his qi-watching technique, it can be seen that Shen Yifan, the master of precious eyes, has obviously exhausted his ancestors' blessings and started to go downhill.

Of course, Hu Yan firmly believes in these, not only because of the inheritance of numerology.

In ancient times, many people at the master level once had such an argument.The holy elephant Zeng Guofan is the most obvious.Almost every time I write home, I have to tell my brothers in my hometown not to bully my neighbors or bully others.To leave merit to your children and grandchildren.

No matter how much his brother listened, at least on the surface he was doing well.The Zeng family is also a rare family whose descendants have been blessed for several generations.

However, most people don’t know it, or the authorities are obsessed with it, and they don’t know how to cherish it, so they often can’t escape the curse of being rich for three generations...

Walking out of the nonsense of Tianhai Pawn Shop, looking up at the rare warm sun in winter, I said silently in my heart: "The dark room deceives the heart, and the eyes are like lightning. Maybe, it really exists. Otherwise, why is there no long-term home world? It stands to reason Say, those royal children are not fools."

Shaking his head, Hu Yan didn't drive, and took a taxi directly to find Zhao Peng.

During this time, Zhao Peng was still selling paintings for Hu Yan.

However, Shen Moling's paintings have sold a lot, but Hu Yan's own paintings have never been sold except after Gan Nairen bought them.

Hu Yan also understood Zhao Peng's thoughts, he wanted to help Hu Yan create momentum.I want Hu Yan's paintings to be placed there at such sky-high prices.

When the value of nonsense works is really reached, there is no rush to sell them.

In Zhao Peng's heart, maybe at that time, Hu Yan could really live without any worries.

However, Hu Yan knew that whether he lived happily or not was not directly proportional to how much money he made.

If it is directly proportional, the current nonsense is several times the money he made before, so why is he not happy at all.Instead, do you feel more stressed?
After arriving at the Antique Street, the market location is still overcrowded.

The bazaar, which had been sluggish, attracted many players again because of the promotion of the Treasure Appreciation Conference.

Moreover, many stall owners do not want to leave.For unsold items, they also want to go to the Appreciation Conference for experts to comment on whether it is a good item or not?

Arriving at Zhao Peng's booth, Hu Yan found that there were still a lot of onlookers today.

The sharp-eyed Hu Yan discovered that Shen Yifan, the master of treasure eyes who had just left Tianhai Pawnshop, was also in the circle of people.

Beside him are several old men in Hanfu, all wearing bracelets, waist cards, finger rings and other Wenwan accessories.It should also be a master of appraising treasures in various regions.

Hu Yan thought to himself: "Not many people know that 3000 years is my pseudonym. Besides, I told Mr. Qiu and Mr. Xia that they should not disclose it. Then, what is the purpose of these treasure appraising masters?"

Hu Yan approached quietly and heard some sporadic conversations between them...

"You say, this is really the work of a young man in his early twenties?"

"Of course it's impossible! You know, even if you are a genius in painting, it is impossible to reach this level without decades of training."

"Our information is only the picture on the video. However, at that time, the subject of people's filming was the process of the painter painting the pile of brocade ash. There was no close-up of the person himself, and he couldn't see the appearance of that person at all. It was said that he was a young man in his 20s. It's just that the people of Jiangcheng put gold on their faces."

"That's right! I think so too. Just imagine, Master Shen Yifan started his career in appraising treasures in elementary school and only emerged at the age of 28. It is already a miracle. However, those old guys in Jiangcheng actually said that there is a 20-year-old called nonsense. The boy in his early years is a true treasure appraiser of the great world level. Isn't this a joke? This only proves how face-saving people in Jiangcheng are. For the sake of face, why can't they make up impossible things? "

"That's right!"

"Makes sense!"

……

Nonsense laughed secretly, and didn't think it was strange.Because what they say is the truth.Normally, that's true.

For a subject of knowledge, three years is considered a small achievement.Five years can be specialized.Those who become masters in ten years are extremely talented people.

In fact, most people may not be able to become masters after studying one thing all their lives.

However, nonsense is different, he can be regarded as cheating.

Since it is an open hack, it cannot be understood with common sense.

However, how could others know that the nonsense is open?
Just as Hu Yan was paying attention to these appraisers, Shen Moling's voice came from behind him...

"Teacher, you are here!"

When Hu Yan turned around, he saw something and looked at him with eyes full of admiration.

"Well! I have nothing to do today, so I came to see you." During this time, Zhao Peng was helping nonsense.Shen Moling felt that how could she pretend that she didn't know about her teacher?
In particular, in order to help her recognize her own works, Hu Yan also put Shen Moling's paintings here.

Shen Moling thought that if he didn't come to help, it would be too unreasonable.

Because during this period of time, Hu Yan has been asking Shen Moling to practice painting by himself first, to find his own style.

Therefore, they rarely meet.

However, Shen Moling found that the more he worked hard to learn painting, the more he felt the gap between Hu Yan and Hu Yan.

The admiration for nonsense is also increasing day by day...

"Teacher. I used to think that you paint very well. The most important thing is that I think you will pile up brocade and ashes. It is my grandfather's obsession. I pestered you to let you teach me how to paint. But now, I think I was wrong."

"Oh?" Hu Yan asked, "What's wrong? Don't tell me, now you realize that what I drew is actually nothing special?"

Shen Moling quickly shook her head vigorously, "You know, I didn't mean that. I..." The teasing nonsense words made Shen Moling's face flushed red for a moment, and he spoke incoherently.

"I think...the more you understand and learn about painting, the more you feel that your skills are unfathomable. It is a height that I will never reach in my life."

Hu Yan stretched out his hand and tapped Shen Moling's head!
"Do you know what this is? This is called a slap in the face! You are so young, how do you know that you will not be able to achieve it? If you really love something, no matter what level it reaches, in the process of progress, you have already gained a huge sense of accomplishment. If you don't have this awareness, I advise you to give up!"

After speaking, Hu Yan turned around and observed the onlookers again.

Shen Moling stood there motionless as if in a daze.But the nonsense words repeatedly roared in her mind, it was really like a blow to the head...

"Yes, all art comes from the love of art. If I question myself, isn't that the same as questioning my love for painting art? Hehe... Everyone knows the truth of not forgetting the original intention. But, in the forward On the road, amid countless setbacks, how many people still maintain their original intentions?"

Regardless of whether Hu Yan heard it or not, what's the matter bowed deeply and said: "Thank you teacher, I have found my original heart again."

After speaking, Shen Moling walked back to the art booth, and went to see Hu Yan's paintings and his own paintings again.I don't know if it's an illusion or real.Now Shen Moling felt that what she saw in her eyes had changed again.

She found a trace of similarities in the works that were originally so far apart...

Hu Yan nodded slightly when Shen Moling turned to leave...

"Actually, I know what's wrong with my work. I don't have that original intention at all!"

Of course, Hu Yan is not self-deprecating. His strange eyes made him almost copy and even perfect the skills of many masters.However, these skills are not what he loves from the bottom of his heart.

Just like many people in the world, they were originally geniuses in some respects.However, that was not his favorite profession.

Even if life forced me to do this job, I also wanted to make a living.Therefore, such a person, no matter how talented he is at the beginning, will not be able to touch the highest peak of a skill in the end.

Hu Yan murmured: "I will find a way to make myself love it. Live up to the ability bestowed on me by God!"

In fact, when Hu Yan has time, he will study almost every item of these things.

There are many things that I didn’t love at the beginning, and I plan to reach a very high level, so what should I do?

The only way is to specialize in research.After you really study it, you will feel that this skill is so fascinating that people will forget to learn it.

Nonsense, I just want to find that "original heart".

However, not far away, those so-called masters of appreciating treasures, because of their fame and fortune, no longer know what their original intentions are.

In the eyes of most of them, the so-called skill is just a means to success.

Hu Yan smiled secretly: "I once thought about it too. But, in the future, I won't. You can't become a master just by judging other people's things."

(End of this chapter)