"Is this true? Are they all your paintings, Uncle Xu?" An Hua almost couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, they were all painted in the past. When they were sent down to the countryside, I was afraid they would be destroyed, so I hid them on the beams of the house. Luckily, they escaped destruction."
An Bohuai asked with interest: "So, the treasures you collected are still there?"
Xu Shoulin was afraid that An Bohuai would covet his things, so he laughed and said, "No, most of them were taken away."
"Mostly? There should be some left." An Bohuai was not giving up.
An Hua pulled her father and said, "Dad, Uncle Xu has given us all his hard-earned paintings. You should stop thinking about his other things."
Xu Shoulin smiled and said, "Look at this, Old An, you don't understand as well as your daughter."
An Bohuai did not comment. He admired Xu Shoulin's paintings very much, but compared with the treasures in Xu Shoulin's collection, Xu Shoulin's paintings did not seem to be that attractive.
An Bohuai finds it unattractive, but An Hua finds it very tempting!
She raised her head and looked up at the beams.
How many volumes did Xu Shoulin say? A dozen volumes? If we calculate the average of one hundred million per painting, it would be at least tens of billions!
Oh my God, did he give it to her?
Seeing this, Xu Shoulin smiled and said, "The painting sutra has been taken down from the beam and is now in this study."
Having said that, Xu Shoulin stood up and asked An Hua to go with him.
Xu Shoulin opened the painting cabinet in the backlit corner and pointed at the scrolls inside. "There are ten scrolls in total, all of which are works that I am quite satisfied with."
An Hua: "Uncle Xu, can I open one and take a look?"
Xu Shoulin smiled and nodded, then picked up a scroll and walked to the desk.
This is a small painting of lotus, with leaves painted with splashed ink and flowers outlined with fine brushwork. A pink lotus grows in the large area of ink with appropriate shades.
An Hua couldn't help but sigh: "What a lively painting... When people talk about lotus, they all praise its noble character of 'growing out of mud without being stained', but this painting gives the lotus a kind of high-spirited wildness... The freehand brushstrokes express the surging emotions in your heart. Uncle Xu, this should be your early work, right? No wonder you became famous at a young age!"
Xu Shoulin never expected that An Hua could comment so thoroughly and logically.
He was overjoyed. "Yes, yes, it's from the early stage. Xiao An, you are worthy of being your father's daughter. You have a good eye!"
Xu Shoulin excitedly opened the other paintings and showed them to An Hua.
For a moment, An Bohuai was left aside.
Mrs. Xu was even more depressed. The house...
"...Actually, I don't want to part with these paintings, but there's nothing I can do. We have to take as little as possible when we go out. But it's OK, Xiao An, since you can appreciate these paintings, I have found a suitable owner for them."
An Bohuai interrupted, "Old Xu, you gave all these paintings to my daughter, so what are you going to give me?"
Xu Shoulin pretended not to understand, "Giving you my daughter is the same as giving you, what else do you want? Look at what else I have in this room, take whatever you want."
There was nothing in the room except some furniture.
An Hua turned the topic back to the house. "Uncle Xu, I've thought about it. To make it easier for you to take the house out, I might as well convert the money into gold for you."
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