Rebirth: I Want To Be a Student God

Old Master Feng and Old Master Xie each led a group of people, standing in the private restaurant looking at the blue and white porcelain, bamboo weaving, and wooden ornaments placed as decorations.

"Waste, what a waste!"

"Such a good blue and white porcelain ornament, it's so reckless to just leave it as an ornament like this!"

"Yeah! The quality is so high, it looks prettier than the ones in my collection!"

"And this wood, I guess it's huanghuali, right?"

"You read that right, this is an ornament carved from huanghuali. Shouldn't this thing be kept at home for viewing? There are actually several pieces here!"

"And this, bamboo is extinct, how can there be such bamboo products? It stands to reason that things made of bamboo should not be preserved for thousands of years, right?"

"I don't know about this, not to mention that the preservation is still very complete, it looks like it was newly edited not long ago."

"Look, this calligraphy and painting is really well written! It is much better than the few paintings I have kept!"

"Which master drew this? The writing is really good!"

"No, how come there are so many calligraphy and paintings by the same master? It seems that the handwriting is very new, not more than a year old!"

"Really, these calligraphy and paintings should have been written not long ago."

"Who wrote this! It's too good. I always think my calligraphy and painting are good, but compared to this, it's really far worse!"

Mr. Feng was also attracted by these calligraphy and paintings, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar they became. It was exactly the same as the painting that his own brat sold to him before.

He took a closer look, and sure enough, he found the same signature symbol under each painting, and his face instantly turned black.

That brat, even dared to trick Grandpa!

Just as he was talking, Feng Yan accompanied his two elder brothers and happened to go downstairs to receive the old men.

Mr. Xie has been living on the farm recently, and he often meets Feng Yan, and the two have become acquainted a lot.

"Feng San'er, come here!" He waved to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan walked over to say hello to his grandfather and the familiar old men, and then looked at Mr. Xie, "Grandpa Xie, what's wrong?"

"Do you know who painted this painting?" He asked, pointing to the screen and the ink landscape painting on the wall.

Feng Yan also knew that they must have seen that this painting was not long ago. At that time, he originally wanted Xia Ruo to make it into an antique painting, but she did not agree.

So he smiled and replied frankly: "This is drawn by Xia Ruo."

"She also wrote the words!" He added with a bit of pride.

These old men have always boasted that they are very accomplished in ancient paintings and characters, now let them see what it means to say that the blue is better than the blue, and a mountain is higher than a mountain!

Hearing his words, Mr. Xie and the others were shocked!

"Is this painted by Xiao Ruoruo? Is it real or not?" Mr. Xie asked in disbelief.

He used to like to collect calligraphy and paintings, and he would draw and write from time to time. He felt that it would be impossible for this painter to draw without a few decades of skill.

But how old is Xia Ruo? She is less than twenty years old. Even if she started practicing from her mother's womb, it would be difficult to have this kind of painting skills, right?

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Feng Yan shrugged, "It's really Xia Ruo's painting, don't believe me, I saw her paint it with my own eyes!"

"Xia Ruo is less than twenty years old, and has such advanced painting skills?" An old man shook his head, apparently not believing it.

Feng Yan became unhappy, "Old man, have you ever heard of a kind of person called a genius? Xia Ruo is it!"

A bunch of blind old men!