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There are emperors in the north, and there are many literati in the south.

Wen Zhengyu was born in Jiangnan, which is rich in literati.Grandpa Wenru, known as Guhong Old Man, is a painter who has painted flowers and birds all his life.Grandma used to be a music teacher at the Art Academy. She is good at temperament, and is good at piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

The name Zhengyu was given by my grandma, and it comes from the five tones of "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu".

Her mother passed away on the day she was born, and because of this, her mother's family was cut off from her father's family.She has only seen her mother in the photos, the yellowed photos, a gentle and beautiful Jiangnan woman, with picturesque eyebrows and smiling eyes, beside her, viburnum flowers are in full bloom, clusters and trees are full of branches.

Her face shape and facial features are all like her mother's, but not as gentle and soft as her mother's, which adds a bit of beauty and coolness.

His father was a businessman, and I heard that he was a talented man when he was young, and he called himself a Confucian businessman after he went into business.

As long as she can remember, her father has been busy with socializing, and he has always been surrounded by elegant confidante.When she was a child, the school held a parent-teacher meeting, and her father was busy, so her confidante went for him. After six years, her confidante was not the same.

Grandma said those were vixen.

"Shan Hai Jing Nan Shan Jing" records, "There are beasts on the mountain of Qingqiu. Its shape is like a fox with nine tails. Its sound is like a baby. It can eat people, and the eaters are not gu." "Food" means to feed .According to ancient legends, the fox cultivator got nine tails at a thousand years old.Tribes such as Tushan, Chunhu and Yousu all use foxes as their totems.

Foxes are sacred in her heart.

They seem to have nothing to do with foxes.

She likes ancient myths and legends, likes to diverge her thinking without boundaries, likes to outline a mythical world different from the ordinary world in her mind, and likes to draw it on paper.

When she was in junior high school, in Chinese class, she hid behind thick books and drew snakes, and was caught by the Chinese teacher.The Chinese teacher grabbed her picture album and scolded: "If you can pass the high school entrance examination, I can fry fish with the palm of my hand for you to eat."

She silently picked up her picture album, silently got the last place in the class in the exam, and then took the route of taking the art specialty student exam. Her father added some money to make up for the missing points, and entered the city's key high school.

Since she was three years old, her grandfather taught her to pick up a paintbrush, and she never put it down.When she was in elementary school, her daily after-school life was painting, and she became more and more obsessed with it later.In the three years of junior high school, she painted for three years.In the three years of high school, she painted for three years.During the four years of college, she painted for four years.She has been painting for five years since she graduated from university at the age of 21.

She was obsessed in the world of ancient myths, and she sketched the mountains, the clouds, the wind, the fog, the trees, the flowers, the grass in her mind, those mountain spirits, ghosts, gods and demons, and drew them on the paper. On, unable to extricate themselves.

Grandpa said that she has spirituality in painting, and she is a person who is naturally suitable for this path.In fact, she just wants to draw the world in her mind with the pen in her hand. Her spirit and soul are in that world, and everything in the world seems to be intertwined with light and shadow.

Her grandfather has been painting flowers and birds all her life. Now, apart from occasionally tossing some antiques, she just draws some paintings to communicate and appreciate with old friends, and then raises flowers and birds at home, and makes some gardens in this old house built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Scenery, enjoy a comfortable and leisurely old life.

She thought that she could live in her grandfather's house all the time, concentrate on painting her goblins and ghosts, and not have to worry about living.

However, life has played a big joke on their grandfather and grandson.

Mr. Wen Shiyi, who said last month that bringing in funds could double the company's stock market price several times, is said to have absconded with the money.Neither she nor her grandfather or second aunt could contact him. Only her aunt had some news that her father might have gone abroad, but it was unclear where he was.

She never asked about her father's business affairs, and she didn't know much about what happened. The only thing she knew was that after her father ran away, the front and back doors of her house were blocked by creditors, who cried at her door. Said that her father cheated them of their pension money.The police also came to the door, saying that he was suspected of illegal fundraising and fled in fear of crime.

The old man was so angry that he almost smashed his beloved flower and bird cup.

Mr. Wen Shiyi ran away. As Mr. Wen Shiyi's father, Mr. Wen Ru, and Wen Shiyi's daughter, Miss Wen Zhengyu, they had to face the huge debt owed by Mr. Wen Shiyi.

Wen Zhengyu has painted paintings for 23 years, and now she is somewhat famous. However, her paintings have always been exhibited and participated in competitions, and she is reluctant to sell any of her paintings. She has no source of income and has been supported by Mr. Wen Ru and Mr. Wen Shiyi .

Mr. Wen Ru, 75 years old this year, has reached the age where even his own daughter dare not lend him money.

Faced with the huge debt owed by Mr. Wen Shiyi, the grandfather and grandson had no choice but to sell their property.

Real estate brokers and ancient literary and entertainment merchants were moved upon hearing the news, and they came to the door one after another, more diligently than the creditors.

The huge debt made the house and everything in the house up for sale, and even a former friend of Mr. Wen Shiyi offered her a price.

There is nothing like this to change the world.

There is an endless stream of people entering and leaving her house. Her grandfather's half-life collection, Ming and Qing classical furniture at home, her step bed, the Arhat chair placed by the window, her guzheng and guzheng stand, etc. are all favored by people. , Negotiate the price, pack and carry away.Not even the dozen or so birds that her grandfather had raised for many years and hung under the corridor, and the dowry left by her grandmother, were not left behind.

In less than a month, there was not even a pot of bonsai left in the huge old house.There is only an empty house left in her house, and those paintings in her house that were not sold for a lot of money before, but now none of them can be sold.

Everyone in the world admires famous artists, and they look at people first when buying paintings. They look down on a bankrupt little painter like her who only has a national third-level artist qualification certificate and has won some small awards at a young age.

The only people who came to her house were the housekeepers except the creditors.

We all know the situation of her family. The people who bought the house kept the price very low, and the price has not been negotiated.

These days, she sold her property, and her grandfather took her with her all the time, letting her watch from the side.

Originally, the family was quite rich, and she was considered to have a skill. Apart from painting, she had no other hobbies, let alone any prodigal vices. She thought that these would be enough for her to live a stable life with ample food and clothing.

Now that the family is in decline, in her grandfather's words, she will have to earn a living by herself in the future, and she will inevitably deal with all kinds of people. From now on, she has to learn more and watch more.Fortunately, she is still young, and if she grows up in the future, she may not be able to earn a future for herself.

After ten o'clock in the morning, another group of people came to see the house.

April is a picturesque season.

The spring rain is like smoke, mist, and gauze. Small raindrops fall along the roof tiles, pouring into the small puddles under the eaves where the raindrops have dripped out for years, splashing tiny water flowers. .

The pine and cypress bonsai, flowers, carved round tables, and stone benches in the yard were all emptied, and now there are only two worthless bamboo bonsai left.

Standing under the eaves, Wen Zhengyu looked at the buddha belly bamboo, which was so green and crisp due to the continuous spring rain, and lost his mind.The house that I lived in since I was a child is now going to be sold, even if I try not to care about it, I can't help but feel sad.

No matter how reluctant she is, the house will have to be sold.

Aunt Sun, who had been working at her house since she could remember, welcomed the visitors in.

She turned her head and saw a woman in her twenties and thirties came in surrounded by a woman and two men.

She turned her head and looked just in line with the woman's eyes.

The woman had her shoulder-length hair curled slightly, and a well-tailored business attire was worn meticulously on her body, showing a rigorous and capable appearance.

At first glance, she felt that this woman was here to discuss business, but on second thought, no, buying her house was indeed considered a big deal.

The woman's eyes fell on her, and she seemed to be looking at her too.

There was no expression on the woman's face, her eyes had an indescribable depth, as if she wanted to see through people, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Her grandfather's voice came from the living room, telling her to welcome people in.She nodded slightly towards the woman and made a gesture of please.

The woman smiled at her, nodded, and followed her into the living room.

The living room was empty, only a tea table for guests remained.

The woman's surname is Ye, and the name on the business card is Ye Ling.

I don't know if it was her illusion, Ye Ling seemed to hesitate a little when handing over the business card, and then handed over a personal business card with only her name and phone number.

Ye Ling's attitude is much better than the people who came to her house to slaughter the dogs in the water before.No matter what the purpose of her visit was, or what she was thinking in her heart, at least what she showed was not the face of a villain who was throwing stones into trouble.

Human feelings are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold. Wen Zhengyu has seen too much this month.Now I suddenly saw someone with a good attitude who seemed to sincerely want to buy this house, which added a little favor, so when she led Ye Ling to see the house, she also added a little sincerity, hoping that the deal could be negotiated.

I have lived in the house for more than 20 years, which place was repaired when, what materials were used, where the master craftsman was found, and which places are historical sites that have not been touched for hundreds of years. I know best.

Brick by brick, house by house, it carries the experiences and memories of her living here for more than 20 years.

Before they knew it, they came to her studio.

Her studio is made up of three rooms near the lake, and a plaque with the words "painting hall" is hung in the middle of the room.

Ye Ling asked her if she could go in and visit?

She withdrew her thoughts, nodded, stepped forward slowly, and pushed open the half-hidden studio door.

All of her paintings are in this studio.

The climate in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, and all her paintings are placed in custom-made moisture-proof cabinets, leaving only one painting "Kunlun Ten Thousand Demons" hanging in the most conspicuous place.

"Kunlun Ten Thousand Monsters", with a total length of 99 meters and [-] monsters, is a painstaking work that she has painted for three years, and it is also her famous work.

When the painting was completed, she wanted to name herself "Kunlun Old Man", but her grandfather refused, saying, "You are so old, you dare to call yourself an old man." She changed her name to "Kunlun Little Monster".

She was looking at the painting, and Ye Ling beside her was also looking at the painting.

Ye Ling stared at Kunlun Ten Thousand Monsters Picture for a long time, and asked her, "Are your paintings for sale?"

This is the first person to ask her if she sells paintings in nearly a month.

Wen Zhengyu stared at his painting, nodded, and said, "Sell." The most valuable of her own things is the "Picture of Thousand Monsters in Kunlun".

Ye Ling said, "You can make an offer."

Wen Zhengyu replied: "Just look at it." From the way Ye Ling looked at the painting, she could tell that Ye Ling really liked it from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Ling still stared intently at "The Picture of Ten Thousand Monsters in Kunlun" and said, "200 million."

Wen Zhengyu turned his head to look at Ye Ling in astonishment, thinking that he had heard wrongly, and was slightly delighted because someone appreciated his paintings and was willing to pay a high price for them.She said truthfully: "Although this painting is my famous work, my fame is not enough to deserve the price."

Ye Ling turned to look at Wen Zhengyu, and said, "I mean all the paintings in your room, 200 million."

Wen Zhengyu: "..."

Ye Ling said: "There are so many painting cabinets and paintings in your room, it must be very inconvenient to move. I sincerely want to buy this house, and I am quite satisfied with the price you offered. I mean, if you are willing to If it is sold at this price, I will buy this house and these paintings, and it can continue to remain here as it is.”

Wen Zhengyu understood.This is to use her paintings as a way to sell houses!