Neither Li Lan nor the deputy curator beside her interrupted; they listened to Si Jing speak.
The deputy curator, in particular, said with satisfaction, "Your historical knowledge is very solid; you know a lot."
"Hmm." Si Jing smiled faintly.
After Si Jing finished speaking, the deputy curator led everyone on a walk, explaining as they went.
This exhibition hall has three floors.
The first floor houses foreign collections, including paintings that the museum went to great lengths to bring back from collectors with guarantees. The museum also has to pay collectors to exhibit these paintings.
The second floor features paintings by modern and contemporary artists, as well as some paintings available for auction. This floor houses many paintings by famous artists that have never been auctioned before, and these are all included this time.
The third floor houses domestic collections, including paintings by great ancient painters that are extremely rare. Many are incomplete scrolls, and finding even a complete one is difficult. It's very hard to get them out of their owners for exhibition.
After the deputy curator finished his explanation, he said with a smile, "Which painting would you like to hear an explanation of?"
"This one!" Mu Siyu was very interested in the painting and immediately pointed to a sunflower.
Upon seeing this, the deputy curator immediately walked over and said, "This painter is called Van Gogh. If you like painting, you should be familiar with him."
"Yes, I know Van Gogh!" Mu Siyu pointed at the painting with her finger: "The colors in this painting are so beautiful!"
Seeing that Mu Siyu was genuinely interested, the deputy curator began to tell her about Van Gogh's life: "Van Gogh painted many sunflowers, among which..."
Little Yuzu and the others also listened to the deputy curator's explanation from the side.
Just then, she saw several people pass by them, muttering something under their breath.
"I heard that Master Huang's latest paintings will be auctioned on the second floor this time!" said a middle-aged man in a shirt with a large belly and a jade thumb ring on his thumb.
The man next to him, wearing a thick gold chain, said, "Is that the very famous Master Huang? Master Huang Wenshan! He's incredibly valuable now, his paintings are hard to come by and worth a fortune."
“It’s him.” The fat man nodded. “One of his paintings, which I believe is called ‘Bamboo,’ sold for over 80 million. It’s still on display on the third floor today.”
The skinny man's eyes widened: "Over 80 million! That's incredible!"
"And it's in US dollars!" The fat man raised an eyebrow, held up his fingers, and lowered his voice, "At least six hundred million!"
The thin man said enviously, "That's amazing. I wonder if I could own a painting by Master Huang. There should be one in the auction on the second floor today."
"Dream on, the price isn't cheap!" The fat man shook his head, and the two left together.
Little Yuzu had sharp ears and overheard their conversation.
Seeing that Xiaoyouzi seemed interested, Wen Shuqin said, "I had the honor of meeting this senior before."
"Oh?" Little Yuzi's eyes lit up as she looked at Wen Shuqin: "Really? What do you think of him?"
"He was a very accomplished senior artist; I've seen him paint." Wen Shuqin recalled, somewhat regretfully.
Li Lan, who was standing next to him, also said, "Yes, we were planning to ask Teacher Huang to take Shuqin as a student to learn painting."
"Ah, Master Huang Wenshan, I remember my art teacher mentioning it, and it's also in the textbook."
My family had taken me to Mr. Huang's studio before, but he made it clear that he didn't accept apprentices; his students did. Mu Siyu visited him when she first started painting last semester, but only met Huang Wenshan briefly.
Li Lan added, "Yes, Elder Huang has a closed-door disciple who is said to be quite young and lively."
Master Huang said that was his last disciple, a rare genius.
"Just how talented is he?" Mu Siyu pouted. "Have you ever seen him?"
Jiang Qian shrugged: "I've never even heard of Teacher Huang."
"I've heard a little about Teacher Huang, but not much," the class monitor said candidly. "I'm just here to join in the fun."
Wen Tian tilted her head: "I don't know much either."
No one knew, but Mu Siyu was even more curious: "Has Aunt Li never seen her either?"
Little Yuzi remained silent, her big, round eyes looking left and right, but refusing to look at Mu Siyu.
Li Lan shook her head regretfully: "I've never seen it. I did see a painting called 'Winter Plum Blossoms' by that closed-door disciple at an art exhibition before."
"How was it, Aunt Li? Did you take any pictures?" Mu Siyu asked Li Lan curiously.
Nodding, Li Lan took out her phone: "It's very beautiful. This painting sold for over 20 million yuan and was bought by a foreign tycoon."
Several little kids and Si Jing huddled together and saw the winter plum blossom painting on Li Lan's phone.
On a snowy day, plum blossoms bloom proudly, quietly revealing a sense of vitality.
"Wow, that's amazing!" Mu Siyu looked at the painting with great envy. "I want to be as good as her!"
Wen Tian stood up and saw Xiao Youzi standing to the side: "Xiao Youzi, do you want to see too? Come and take a look."
"Ah, I..." Little Yuzu didn't refuse and went over to look at it together.
Jiang Qian laughed from the side: "Does Little Youzi have no artistic talent? She doesn't even come to look at the paintings."
"Is it possible that what's called artistic talent?"
Mu Siyu, unable to bear it any longer, tapped his head: "What kind of nonsense is in your head?"
Jiang Qian chuckled foolishly and didn't say anything.
"I have no artistic talent," Little Yuzu blinked innocently. "I can't even draw."
Mu Siyu's eyes widened: "But it was drawn by you..."
"What did you draw?" Little Yuzu pretended to be clueless: "That's homework. Actually, I have no artistic talent, only artistic genes. What I drew were just scribbles."
This time, Mu Siyu is at a loss.
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