Wen Ruyu knew that Feng Qingxue was busy, and she did not have a trace of reproach for not coming to perform her duties as a student for several days in a row, but handed her some of the gist of her recent handwritten paintings.

"You can find me some pen and paper, and while you are at home, and I have the energy, I can write out all my unpublished manuscripts silently. When the time comes, you will return to the army, and I will not be with you, so you can study my works and devote yourself to practice. ”

Wen Ruyu as a master of the painting world, has written more than a dozen works on the appreciation of calligraphy and painting, techniques and other works, some have been published and widely known, some have not been published and are still sorting out the manuscripts with his own fall and burned, he does not want his own hard work in life to be annihilated, so when he received the wind and snow as a disciple, he started to write again.

Feng Qingxue said respectfully: "I'll send it to the teacher tomorrow, are you used to using a pen or a brush?" ”

"Of course, it's a brush, I'm not used to using a fountain pen, and I don't feel good how to use it." I have used a brush all my life, and I only used a fountain pen when I recently wrote a review book, but the old man hated the fountain pen.

"Okay, I'll get you a brush and ink."

Wen Ruyu said willfully: "Don't put the ink in the bottle, the words written are not good at all." Is there an inkstone? Is there an ink ingot? The ink that was ground with the ink ingot was better than the one in the bottle. ”

Feng Qingxue smiled: "All of them, all of them, without me, I will find a way to find them for you." ”

She really has these treasures in her space, priceless inkstones, and pine smoke ink with a history of hundreds of years, all of which are found in the black market, and there are probably also lake pens, she remembers that Lu's father also gave herself a set of four treasures of the study before, if not, go to some old stores to buy, the reason for breaking the old ideas, these old shops are basically closed, but the goods have not been completely destroyed.

Wen Ruyu listened, nodded with satisfaction, took the flashlight brought by the wind and light snow, and the old man took a painting brought by the wind and light snow, and looked carefully little by little, and couldn't help frowning.

The wind and snow casually mentioned Wen Ruyu's picture of a lady with a pen.

Wen Ruyu suddenly realized, "I said that I see why your painting is so familiar, it turned out to be a copy of the picture of a lady when I was middle-aged." I remember that I gave away that painting, and now I don't know where it is, where did you see it? ”

Feng Qingxue smiled: "What do you old man think I am busy with Ajiang during this time?" Didn't come to learn from you. We burrow into the scrapyard in the city, secretly get out the artifacts and antiques that flow into the scrapyard, and then hide them in uninhabited places. The money spent is a small matter, and the main thing is more painstaking and frightening. I just turned that painting out of the waste paper, but the picture was slightly damaged, and I had to restore it later. ”

Wen Ruyu was stunned for a moment, and immediately appreciated, "It should be, it should be, at this time, learning is a trivial matter, and rescuing the national cultural heritage is a major matter!" It's a big deal! Let's study for a long time, don't worry, don't worry, as long as my old man lives, I will teach you with my heart. But those cultural heritages, once they enter the factory, are really gone. ”

Speaking of this, the old man burst into tears, and his face was heartbroken, "Your Uncle Huang Qinghong is an expert in ancient culture research, working in the History Museum, and all the precious books in his collection have been burned!" "Can't find the latest chapter of the book you want to read? cough cough cough, it's not a thing, I recommend a public account, there is a young lady here to help you find the latest chapters, and chat with you!