The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 512 Green Water

   Ji Rouen urged in a low voice, "Yi Zi, hurry up, this is a good opportunity for you to perform."

  Thin lotus leaves are very calm and have no intention of being in the limelight.

   She comforted her softly: "Mother, don't be impatient."

   Ji Rouen was mute.

   "Although the painting is of a lotus, the eyes are actually on the woman on the boat. Pingting and Tingna are shy and shy, and the lotus and the woman are each other's shadows. The deep meaning in the painting is lovesickness."

  Everyone looked at the sound, the woman's chin was slightly raised, and her bright face was shining like a jewel under the light, dazzling.

   In those beautiful big eyes, there are innate pride and unknown ecstasy.

   Everyone was shocked.

   was actually Qin Qiuxi.

  Thinking about it carefully, and looking at the painting again, it seems that there is such a situation.

  Wen Ruo turned his head and glanced at Qin Qiuxi, and hooked his lips: "I will never love love in my life, but only when it hurts lovesickness, I will lovesickness..."

What    sees is a reflection of the mind, the so-called human beings have thousands of thoughts, things have all phenomena, and only the mind knows itself.

   Congyan said in amazement, "It turns out that little aunt has such a side."

  Xie Yun snorted: "When I was young, I also studied with Mrs. Bo for a few days, and it seems that the ink in my stomach has not been forgotten."

   The auctioneer said with a smile: "The exquisite dice is An Hongdou, I don't know if I have a deep love, and the young lady is a person of temperament."

   However, it was clear that her understanding was not up to the mark.

   Qin Qiuxi said softly, "Go to TM's Acacia."

   There was an uproar.

  Mao Nana rolled her eyes: "It's a mystery."

  Der Spiegel looked at the painting, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

   Zheng Qing noticed, and leaned closer to the mirror, "You know what?"

   Ding Jing's fingers dipped in tea, and gently wrote a word on the table.

   Just as she was writing, a crisp voice sounded, "Han Jing is beautiful and beautiful, and Yun Nuan is beautiful and beautiful. If there is no bloom in the world, how can it be endured with Lin and Mulu?"

  Mao Nana looked at the girl beside her in amazement.

   The auctioneer's eyes brightened as he looked at the beautiful girl under the seat with a smile.

   "Ms. Bo is as pure as a lotus, kind-hearted and virtuous, this poem of compassion for the lotus is just right."

  Wen Ruo raised his eyebrows and glanced at the thin lotus leaf, and said with a smile, "Mr. Bo, you have raised a good daughter."

   Bo Yujian's face is even more proud, and his mouth is very humble: "Let the master laugh."

   Even the unsmiling Qu Lanting showed some approval in his eyes.

   As the last word of the thin lotus leaf landed, the last stroke of the mirror has also been completed.

  The outline of the light cloud and the misty traces are exactly the word for mercy.

  Zheng Qing blinked and lamented: "What a shame, the market price of this painting is as low as 50 million, so that girl is so cheap."

   Mingjing shook his head and smiled, the water marks evaporated, and soon the writing disappeared like smoke, as if it had never appeared.

   Thin lotus leaf got up, met countless gazes, and said softly: "I'm just ignorant of my studies, I'm showing off and making everyone laugh."

   "Ms. Bo has a beautiful temperament and a talent like a fairy. Don't belittle yourself." The auctioneer applauded.

   He took off the painting and handed it to Bo Lian Ye: "The BMW is equipped with a golden saddle, and the lotus picture is given to the beauty. In this world, probably only Miss Bo is worthy of this picture of the lotus, don't let the pearl get dusty."

   Thin lotus leaf took it with a solemn expression: "The lotus leaf deserves it."

   "You already know the universe, and you still pity the grass and trees. Miss Bo has a hill on her chest, so don't belittle yourself."

   Those who could win the top prize in this kind of auction before were some old and respected artists. Their artistic appreciation and perception of life experience are much higher than ordinary people, which is understandable.

   But this time, a teenage girl took the top spot, and it had to be impressive.

   There was a lot of discussion around for a while, and when I found out that she was the granddaughter of Mrs. Bo, she sighed that the blue is better than the blue.

  The literary and art circle has successors.

  The thin lotus leaves are not twisted, and they are generously accepted.

   "Then I'll be more respectful than obedient, thank your boss for me."

   The auctioneer said: "Miss Bo, our auction house has a rule that if you want to take away a treasure, you have to keep a treasure. I wonder if Miss Bo would like to give it?"

  Bo Lianye had already inquired about this auction house, so he naturally understood this rule and was well prepared.

   She smiled slightly: "I am still a student, and everything I have is given to me by my family. It is not my intention to borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

   The auctioneer understood, "I heard that Miss Bo is outstanding in calligraphy, can you leave a pair of calligraphy on the spot for later generations, how can you know that it is not a handed down treasure?"

   This sentence has a lot of flattery.

   The other party said this, and thin lotus leaf naturally couldn't refuse, not to mention, this was in her plan.

   "That would be a shame."

   The two staff carried a large desk with the four treasures of the study placed on it.

Thin lotus leaf is wearing a long pink dress today, an off-white suit jacket, the same color belt outlines a soft waist, gentle and elegant, while walking, the skirt swaying, if the lotus swaying in the breeze, romantic and elegant .

   Facing the gazes of countless pairs of eyes, the thin lotus leaf took a deep breath and walked onto the stage.

   She raised her chin slightly, and she had the right balance of elegance and pride. She was a lady from a century-old scholarly family, and she had the spirit of poetry and literature.

   For a while, there was only that swaying figure in the eyes of everyone.

  Bo Yujian's eyes showed a hint of pride, thinking of something, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Qu Feitai sitting beside him.

   The young man supported his head with one hand. He did not set his eyes on the thin lotus leaf like everyone else, but stared at the void in front of him, his eyes wandering and his soul floating in the sky.

  Bo Yujian coughed lightly, what the **** is this kid thinking?

   Qu Feitai was pulled over by Qu Lanting. He has no interest in this kind of occasion, and he is not in the mood to listen to a group of humanistic Zou Zou pretending to praise each other. Every minute here is so difficult.

  From beginning to end, he didn't notice what the thin lotus leaf said.

  The thin lotus leaf walked onto the stage, picked up a clean bowl in his hands, poured clean water into the inkstone platform, picked up the ink sticks on the side, and twirled gently in the inkstone platform.

  The girl holds the ink stick vertically with her right hand, and gently supports her right elbow with her left hand. The movements are always gentle and slow, and it is pleasing to the eyes.

  This grinding is also very particular. If you want to moderate the thickness of the ink grind, you need to be careful and patient.

   But looking at the movements of the thin lotus leaves, you can see that she is very good at researching ink, and she can see the leopard in her tube. It can be seen that what the auctioneer said just now that she is good at calligraphy is not a lie.

   Grind the ink, the thin lotus leaf lifts a wolf cent from the pen holder, dips the pen tip in the ink, thinks for a moment, then lifts the pen and drops the ink.

   The young girl has a beautiful face with black ink, her air is like a secluded orchid, she holds a wolf's hair in her hand, and writes calmly. Everyone watched this scene and couldn't help but admire her.

   Let’s not talk about how the words and writing are, just this character, it is heartbreaking.

   Zheng Qing ate too many cherries, and his teeth were a little sour.

   glanced at the indifferent girl beside him, Zheng Qing's tone was a little resentful: "That is, you are low-key, otherwise it will be her turn to be in the limelight?"

   Mingjing shook his head with a smile, looked at the **** the high platform calmly writing, and said lightly: "She has a Buddhist fate."

  The human mind is easy to get, but the Buddha mind is rare.

   One thought goes to the Buddha, one thought goes to the devil.

   Zheng Qing always finds it hard to listen to Ming Jing speak.

  On the rice paper, the thin lotus leaf left the last stroke, which was exactly her previous poem of compassion for the lotus.

The auctioneer walked closer, glanced at it, and was full of praise: "Bone strength is not lost, posture is displayed without boasting, the handwriting is like flowing water, the font is thin and powerful, like a dragon, iron painted silver hook, quite warm and graceful. what."

   Everyone looked at Wen Ruo subconsciously.

   Thin lotus leaf put down the brush, looked at Wen Ruo, and said softly: "There is a rubbing of the sacrificial manuscript at home, and I have nothing to do to copy it, which made the master laugh."

  The old lady Bo is from the Murong clan, and she has a collection of ancient and modern books, and the handed down copybooks are even more treasured. These are not uncommon for everyone.

Jizhen manuscript is the highest state of the works of calligraphy master Yan Fu from ancient times to the present. It is one of the top ten famous stickers handed down to the world. It is known as the first running script in the world. desired by the world.

  The original works are collected in the National Museum, and the Bo family's collection is a rubbing, and its value is immeasurable.

Qi Yun was the revivalist of the inflammatory body. Later, Wen Ruo learned from Qi Yun, learned the authentic inflammatory body, and innovated and reformed it. He created his own warm body and established his position in one fell swoop. Later, many people praised the warm body. It is called sturdy, free and fearless. This spirit inspires people's hearts in a specific era and becomes a symbol of spiritual beliefs of a generation.

   Freedom is like the wind, elusive, so many people can't understand the true meaning of warm body, and those who have mastered it are rare.

   A compliment of a warm body is worthy of endless praise.

   The auctioneer personally walked over to Wen Ruo with the rice paper and asked her to take a look.

   Who knew that Wen Ruo just glanced at it lightly and said, "It's not bad."

   From her expression, she did not see any special meaning.

   Even if you have the heart, you can find a fleeting disappointment in Wen Ruo's eyes.

  I have troubles in my heart, I hesitate when I write, a good sentence, and I have said all my regrets.

   Thin lotus leaf carefully observed Wen Ruo's expression, just at this moment, Wen Ruo raised his eyes and looked at her.

   Those eyes were deep and pitch-black, like a mysterious black hole, under those eyes, all the calculations and thoughts were invisible.

   Thin lotus leaf trembled slightly, with a graceful smile that was just right on her face, her fingernails digging into her palms, reminding herself to stay sane.

   A slight retreat is a failure.

   The auctioneer was prepared for Wen Ruo's indifferent attitude, otherwise she would not be Master Wen.

   "It is a great encouragement to Miss Bo to get a good sentence from the master."

   Thin lotus leaf said with kindness: "Thank you for your encouragement, I will continue to work hard."

   The auctioneer put away the calligraphy, and from today this calligraphy will remain in the auction house. This honor is a great bonus to the reputation of Thin Lotus.

   Since then, it has been known to the world that there is a woman in the Bo family who has a thin lotus leaf.

   There was thunderous applause from the audience, and the thin lotus leaf left the stage sadly.

   Qu Lanting asked with a smile: "The girl of the Bo family is very talented. You lack a disciple to inherit the mantle, what do you think of her?"

  Bo Yujian stretched out his ears. If it wasn't for the wrong time, he would have wanted to give Qu Lanting a big hug.

  Wen Ruo rubbed his eyebrows and said lightly, "Calligraphy is pure and shouldn't be contaminated with messy things."

   The implication is that her heart is not pure.

   In the end, it was a misunderstanding.

   Qu Lanting raised his eyebrows and smiled, and finally stopped talking.

  Bo Yujian sighed, and in his position, it was inconvenient to say anything.

   Mingming's performance tonight was perfect, and he couldn't pick out a single mistake from beginning to end, but Wen Ruo didn't catch his eye.

   Is his daughter mediocre or Wen Ruo's vision is too high?

The relationship between this woman and the old lady is there, and Qu Lanting probably wants to sell the old lady's face. Under the combined factors, she should have done it. Ye Zi's talent and identity will not humiliate her reputation, or even humiliate her. The icing on the cake.

   But what did this woman say? Contaminated with a mess? Refers to Sang scolding Huai.

  The thin lotus leaf sat in the position, lowered his eyes lightly, under his sleeves, his nails were deeply pinched into the palm of his hand.

   Under the stimulation of pain, her brain was awake like never before.

   Xie Yun sighed: "Master Wen has a very high eye, and I don't know what kind of person can get into her eye?"

  Congyan has good eyesight. She took the opportunity to look at the works of Thin Lotus Leaf just now. She also studied calligraphy since she was a child.

   This girl from Bo's family is very smart, talented at this age, but her biggest problem is her impatience.

   The so-called character is like a person, showing her talent and her rashness.

  I have to say that **** is still old and spicy.

  The second lot is from the famous ancient landscape painting, which was collected by Liu Xiangyue.

   Ji Rouen was surprised: "It turned out to be Professor Liu. He is a mathematics professor who knows literature."

   Congyan smiled slightly. When he was a senior in college, he was the pillar of the literature club. In him, the sensibility and romance of liberal arts and the calm and rationality of science were perfectly integrated to create a new Liu Xiangyue.

  Mysterious, melancholic, and lonely.

   Zheng Qing secretly gave a thumbs up: "Professor Liu, you are still hiding a hand."

  The auctioneer asked him to keep a treasure before giving it to him.

  Liu Xiangyue took out an emerald bead the size of a goose egg. The whole body was clear and translucent, and under the light, there was light like a moon.

   The auctioneer's voice was startled: "Nanhai Suizhu?"

   It is rumored that there are two in the world, green mountains and green water. This one should be green water and invaluable. I did not expect Liu Xiangyue to take it out like this.

   Zheng Qing was stunned for a while, his eyes fixed on the beads in Liu Xiangyue's palm, the green color was so beautiful, like a pure and beautiful dream, it was easy to fall.

   Mingjing was also stunned subconsciously when she saw the bead, she suddenly turned to look at Zheng Qing.

   Zheng Qing scratched her head, turned her head to look at Mingjing, as if seeing Mingjing's doubts, she whispered, "What about yours?"

   Mingjing shook his head: "You don't have to doubt it, it's green water."

   Zheng Qing patted his head: "What's going on? Damn it."

  Liu Xiangyue's lips curled slightly: "Really? It sounds like a lot of money. A friend owes me something, so he used it to pay off the debt."

   The auctioneer was shocked: "Did that friend of yours owe you his life?"

   Zheng Qing was speechless, when did she owe someone something, and she still took green water to pay it, absolutely impossible.

   must have been stolen.

   (end of this chapter)