Chapter 305: Mother Huo finally couldn’t help but started to cry. (2)

“Master Huang, Master Ji. Can you tell me how much you think these are worth?”

Some people didn’t know how to appreciate good things in life.

They rejected treasures and pushed away their loved ones. The day that they regrated what they have done would come!

Huang Chuan and Ji Yun were happily perusing Ink Painting Guru’s friend’s circle.

As this WeChat account was just one Gu Shishi’s channel to display and sell her work, no approval was required to be added.

They were added immediately.

They looked at two pictures then at their listed price and they were shocked beyond words.

Work of this caliber was listed at 30,000 yuan… 30,000 yuan….

That made them feel so regretful for not seeing them and purchasing them before Old Mrs. Chen did!

That wasn’t just a steal; that was mother of all steal!

They looked over at Old Mrs. Chen. Not only did she have good eyes, she also had amazing luck!

“No need to be so polite, Old Mrs. Chen. We are very similar in age. You can just call me Lao Huang.

“This painting… let me put it this way, its value was well above its selling price.

“In the days to come, this person’s work could very well become the next well-sought-after artist in auctions!”

Huang Chuan was very confident in his judgement.

Even Ji Yun, who was normally the more conservative one, agreed. “Depending on the skill, technique, and meaning, the price will vary. Take that one for example, I am willing to pay up to 10 million yuan personally, if Old Mrs. Chen is willing to part with it.”

Old Mrs. Chen chuckled. “Oh, I can’t do that. They are my treasures. I have no plans of selling them.”

She declined them right away.

But she didn’t look unhappy at all. Quite the contrary, she looked excited and complacent.

The president and vice president of the Chinese Painting Association, who rarely associated themselves with the riches, extended their olive branches to her today.

One of them asked her to part with her prized collection and the other had changed the way they address each other. That was certainly something that had never happened before!

Old Mrs. Chen felt very prideful today.

Mother Huo and Grandma Huo, on the other hand, both looked curious.

Both of them knew that artists had their own quirks and the older they get, the worst they get. One can’t bribe their friendships with money. They, too, found that odd.

Only a handful of ink painting artists could produce work that could fetch upward of 10 million yuan in the market.

They listened to them for a little while and couldn’t help but walked over in the direction of the work that had brought about such high praises from the two experts.

“Is this the one?” asked Grandma Huo.

As soon as she finished talking, Mother Huo, who was holding her, shuddered.

If the Four Sons Offering Up Mythical Peaches painting reminded her of her older son whom she had given up in the past and made her at loss in her memories of child-rearing then this painting, in first glance, managed to rock her to her soul.

Exactly like how the two experts had said, grief, sorrow, sadness, mourning, despair, helplessness… all of these emotions came rushing out of the painting and slammed into her!

She heard her mother-in-law’s words. Mother Huo parted her lips a little but couldn’t make any sound at all.

She felt coldness on her cheek and, when she touched herself, she felt cold and wet tears!

Sorrow, came pouring out from her chest along with her twisted flesh and bones.

Huo ChuChu was just thinking how embarrassing and unreasonable her mother was but now she witnessed how her mother was sorrowful beyond words. She was on the brink of falling because of weakness in her knees.

Huo ChuChu looked up immediately.

She, too, was a little stunned when she saw the painting on the wall.

It was a Lady Meng Jiang crying on the Great Wall.

The story of Lady Meng Jiang was very well known.

And there were many different versions being passed along.

The most common one was the one had it that Lady Meng Jiang’s was drafted to join the war and he never returned. Lady Meng Jiang travelled thousands of li*looking for her husband and learned that her husband died from exhaustion and but nobody could tell her where he was buried. Lady Meng Jiang cried days and nights on the Great Wall and finally she cried so much that 800 li of the the Great Wall collapsed and exposed her husband’s body under it.

The painting described this version of the story.

Lady Meng Jiang down on her hands and knees at the bottom of the Great Wall. She cried so much that the sun and the moon was paled, even the wind seemed to be weeping with her, and the ocean rattled…

The character of Lady Meng Jiang was very delicate and she was covering up her face in sorrow. The grief on her was genuine and touched everyone who looked at her.

The Great Wall in the background was painted in thick and dark ink. The be-there-or-bust feel was perfectly conveyed!

Mankind has joys and sorrows and the moon has new moon and full moon.

Nothing is ever perfect in life!

The painting consisted of both heavy and light ink. Lighter ink for the trees and darker ones for the clouds. The characters were portrayed lightly and the deep sorrow was thoroughly conveyed.

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