Master Dao Xuan, it was known as the existence of painting a hundred years ago, and was the apex pursued by countless painters throughout his life. As for the paintbrush used by Master Daoxuan during his lifetime, even Liu Ning could imagine how precious this thing was.
Thinking of this, Liu Ning gritted her teeth, put the goat hair directly back into the wooden box, and pushed the wooden box back to Fang Chen.
"Sorry, Brother Fang, this gift is too valuable, forgive Ninger can't accept it."
Fang Chen said with a smile on his face: "It's just a paintbrush, not a valuable item. Since Ning'er doesn't like it, there's no need to keep it!"
Speaking, Fang Chen raised the wooden box high, and put on a posture to throw him into the lake.
"Brother Fang, no!" Liu Ning stepped forward and grabbed Fang Chen's hand, anxiously, "The little girl this thing has been accepted, and you must have practiced the master's relics."
Seeing that Liu Ning reacted fiercely, Fang Chen took the wooden box back to her, and at the same time, a faint smile appeared on her face.
"Ning'er, then this thing is given to you, you must protect it."
Liu Ning then understood that Fang Chen deliberately did so, because it was to inspire himself to accept this thing.
"That Ning'er thanked Brother Fang."
"Ning'er is heavy, right, and this, this is what my friend gave me, saying that it is the gift of the sheep, you see if it is useful to you."
While talking, Fang Chen took out a two-foot-long book from his bracelet and handed it to Liu Ning.
Liu Ning took the book with a lot of curiosity. When she opened it, she stayed in an instant.
The whole world was completely quiet at this moment, and the vivid scrolls were vividly presented in front of Liu Ning's eyes. The characters in the scrolls were rough, or soft, and the lines were like a dragon snake like a crazy grass, and the momentum was like a rainbow ...
For a moment, Liu Ning was completely attracted by the artistic conception of this painting, with a look of obsession on her face, and she seemed to like the brush even more than the previous one.
After reading the entire album, Liu Ning returned to God.
"Brother Fang, what are these paintings?" Liu Ning asked.
"These are Mr. Dao Xuan's works, but they are copied. My friend asked the painter's paintings to copy the painter." Fang Chen patiently explained, "However, even copying The workload of this album is also extremely amazing. More than a dozen artists have been produced after several years, and a total of ten volumes have been produced in total. "
"Sure enough..." Liu Ning closed the page, feeling extremely excited.
As Fang Chen said, these paintings in the album are completely in line with the painting style of the legendary master Daoxuan.
The works of Master Dao Xuan are still circulating in this world, and even copybooks are extremely scarce.
Now, in front of Liu Ning's eyes, there is a complete collection of Master Dao Xuan, and there are more than 20 works!
Looking at the album in her hand, Liu Ning's heart was extremely embarrassed. This album is really important for her. If she can learn the skills of Master Dao Xuan through this album, even if it is only a little fur, she can be used for life.
However, Liu Ning just accepted such a precious sheep's pen and accepted this extremely precious copy of the copy of the copy.
It seems that Liu Ning's tangles in the heart of Liu Ning laughed: "If this album is helpful to Ning'er's paintings, it can be regarded as everything. On the contrary In the hands of other people, this is a waste of this thing."
Liu Ning looked at Fang Chen, and was a little bit embarrassed.
"Brother Fang, I really don’t know what to say. I really should refuse, but this album is really important for me ..."
"In this case, you can accept it, don't have any burden. This album can meet people who understand, it can be regarded as its blessing."
"Thank you, thank you." Liu Ning was grateful.
After collecting the album and the wooden box, Liu Ning looked at Fang Chen again.
"Brother Fang, how long are you going back this time?"
"It should be left after a while, and it looks like about a week." Fang Chen replied.
After learning that Fang Chen was about to leave, Liu Ning was a little stunned.
"So, when will you come back after leaving this time?"
"This, to be honest, I don't know, maybe it is three years, maybe it will be longer, maybe ..."
When it comes to the last "maybe", Fang Chen groaned for a long time, but never below again, as if he was worried about something.
"Why can't you leave more time when you are so anxious? Just for your close friends and relatives here, and I ..." Liu Ning's tone was slightly begging, and seemed to want to keep Fang Chen.
"Sorry, I have something to do."
Seeing that Fang Chen insisted on leaving, Liu Ning pinched the hem of her skirt and mustered up the courage to say: "Brother Fang, can you take me with you?"
"Take you together?"
Hearing Liu Ning's words, Fang Chen was also stunned. He didn't understand why Liu Ning said this.
Liu Ning said excitedly: "Brother Fang, I never want to be a pampered young lady, nor do I want to live a luxurious life with fine clothes and fine food. I just want to be with you!"
Finally, Liu Ning said the words of deeply hidden in his heart.
A weak woman revealed her heart so straightforwardly, but I can imagine how courage she is.
"Brother Fang, I, actually I..."
Even if Fang Chen was dull, he knew what Liu Ning would say next. But he knew that once he said that, the two would not even be able to do it in the future.
"Ning'er, since childhood, I have regarded your sister as a sister."
"But ..." Liu Ning choked, but just wanted to speak but was stretched by Fang Chen to his mouth.
"Ning'er, you are a good girl. I believe you will meet someone who can truly make you happy."
Liu Ning lowered her head with tears in her eyes and didn't speak for a long time. The two of them were in a kind of wordless silence.
At this moment, Liu Ning's heart jumped, and a strong sense of sourness in her heart made her uncomfortable. She wanted to cry, but in front of Fang Chen, she couldn't cry so happy.
After a long time, Liu Ning wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked up at Fang Chen, and said with a forced smile.
"Well, I understand, Brother Fang."
Liu Ning took the pen and paper and opened it again.
"Brother Fang, can you let the little girl draw a picture for you?"
"Of course," Fang Chen stood upright with his hands, "Is this posture?"
Liu Ning's eyes flushed and nodded with a smile.
In this way, in this drizzle Tianxin Lake, the white clothes standing quietly, and the beautiful lady pouted the pen, forming an elegant scenery like calligraphy and painting.
Suddenly, the rice paper was saturated with a little moisture.
I don't know if it is rain or tears.
