But for people like him who are almost obsessed with strange flowers and stones, it is really not easy to control the idea of ​​taking photos.

After finally calming himself down, Wang Rui smiled just right and walked forward.

Then he heard Lu Zi'an's cold voice: "Do you want to see that door? It's okay, I've done it almost in the morning, so I packed up the tools and went there."

Who wants to watch the door? He just wants to see the stone! Stone!

This is a ignorant person, and Wang Ruimeng doesn't feel like he is talking to him.

Then he stretched his neck and saw that he was broadcasting live.

“…”

He is too naive.

He thought he could not reveal it, but he forgot that Master Lu was very skilled and brave, and was not afraid of others plagiarizing it.

If you can learn, you can learn. The problem is that even if you are in front of you, you still can't understand it.

After Lu Zian packed up his tools, he turned around and glanced at Wang Ruimeng. Well, I don’t know him and left straight.

Wang Rui hesitated for a moment, followed behind him secretly.

He had seen the door on TV. Although it was just a glance, it was already amazing enough.

Unexpectedly, he had the opportunity to look up close, so he naturally would not miss it. Such an opportunity is rare.

Master Gao’s door was placed in the main hall of the ancient house.

This hall is very expensive, and the official sent someone to take care of him for 24 hours a day, and there were endless people coming to watch.

Because the work outside is still rushing to work, the Chinese New Year is about to be celebrated again, so those who want to come in have to come in through the back door.

Lu Zi'an walked in with the live broadcast equipment, and the lights in the room were bright and soft.

Master Gao's door stood quietly in the lobby and covered with glass.

Looking inside through the glass cover, the wooden door was filled with dragons and water, people were walking around, and pavilions and towers were endless.

The most rare thing is that after a long period of baptism, the hollow carvings on it are still detailed and clear.

The hollow carving method of wooden grid doors is a common technique. Generally speaking, if you are hollow carving to the third floor, you are already a master.

How can it be considered a third floor?

For example, a house is carved on a wooden door, and a scholar sits in the window of the small building of the house. Behind the scholar is a boy. The scholar and the boy are each far and near in the space. They are carved on the front and back levels surrounded by three rings. This is called hollow carving 3 floors.

This kind of carving technique is not possible for the little master to do, so the master can play it.

In Gao Yingmei's wooden lattice door, there is a story about a nine-old boy worshiping a boy. 9 characters, together with the ancient pavilion where the characters are framed, 5 layers are carved in front and back.

He did things so badly that others couldn't do it, and there was nothing else to do except applauding and applauding.

When I looked up and admired such a masterpiece, I would only sigh in addition to marveling at Master Gao’s wonderful thoughts.

Fortunately, even though he had been wandering outside for so many years, it finally returned home.

[This hall is back, but we still have many babies who have not yet come back...]

【Take it slowly, you will be back.】

There were also many people watching this hall at the scene, because tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and they are basically natives from Changyan.

Some were counting the little people in the window, while others were squatting and looking at the flowers underneath.

Lu Zian only stood outside and looked around, not getting too close to disturb their viewing.

So Wang Ruimeng finally had the opportunity to come over: "Hello, Master Lu, I am..."

In order not to waste such a good opportunity, he finished his origin and purpose in one go.

After saying that, he looked at Lu Zi'an with bright eyes and said expectantly: "I wonder if Master Lu, are you willing to give up?"

"Stone sculpture..." Lu Zian pondered and shook his head slowly: "Sorry, if you want to borrow it, it's okay, but it may not work if you want to buy it."

Why?

Is he rejected?

Wang Ruimeng hurriedly said: "That's right, our wood and stone strange world was made for a lot of money. Everything else has been set up, but there is still a suitable strange stone in the garden. As long as you are willing, I can get you the most suitable price..."

"This has nothing to do with the price." Lu Zian looked at him very gently: "It's just that my works are basically not sold."

Not sold?

Wang Ruimeng was a little confused.

As an artist, don’t they all like to use the value of their works to measure their weight?

At least, among the artists he knows, they basically distinguish their position in the industry based on the price of their works.

He thought so, and asked this question.

Lu Zian was not angry, just smiled slightly and did not answer.

Until he left, Wang Ruimeng had not come to his senses.

He thought about it and silently looked for the Du Niang. The search keyword was: the price of Lu Zi'an's works.

As a result, no information from the auction house came out, but several pages were filled with news about buying Master Lu’s works.

There is a post from a post that is even more interesting, and the post is called: "I Once Have a Work by Lu Zi'an".

Such a name naturally aroused the interest of many people. After clicking in, I found that the person who posted this post was a talented person.

The id is called [I love to eat watermelon].

I used to have a work by Lu Zi'an, but I didn't cherish it well. I didn't regret it until I lost it.

I am so stupid, really, I just know that the master's works are rare, but I don't know that they are so rare.

I won this prize at that time and gave it to my daughter. Someone later said that Master Lu wanted to buy it back, so I said I would ask my daughter.

She was very obedient, and I listened to every word of my words, and then I sold the little rabbit back at the market price.

Everyone said, no, the work is going to increase its price.

The result is not...

If God is willing to give me another chance, I will definitely!!!

Wang Ruimeng was so happy that he read it. After reading a lot of posts, he finally found out.

It seems, really isn't.

All of Lu Zi'an's works, except for the palace lantern and "The Butterfly Transformation" that he helped others repair, have been taken back.

It seems that there is really no chance...

Wang Ruimeng was a little depressed, so he called his leader and explained the results.

After pondering for a while, the leader said hesitantly: "I have given an expert price here, saying that he can get Master Lu's works..."

"That's absolutely fake." Wang Ruimeng rejected without hesitation: "Do you know how high a price someone is now buying Master Lu's works? It doesn't require size or material. As long as it is Lu Zi'an's works, it's seven-digit! The key is that there is no goods at all!"

"Cough." The leader cleared his throat: "Anyway, no matter how high the price is, I don't need to give it to me. My friend is still reliable. Come back first..."

How is this possible?

Wang Ruimeng insisted that it was impossible, and he was timid on the surface. After hanging up the phone, he thought for a long time and secretly sent a message to Lu Zi'an.

When Lu Zian returned home, he was drinking tea and chatting with Lu's mother: "Have you bought all the vegetables? If not, I'll drive you there."

"I've bought it all." Lu's mother said to the study: "Your father drove there. He respected him all the time, and he was so happy like a fool."

No one knows better than them, who does outsiders’ respect for Lu Jianwei come from.

To Mr. Lu, this is the moment that makes him most happy.

"What are dad doing?" Lu Zian took a sip of tea and took a look inside.

"Your uncle is here and you are chatting." Lu Ma said casually.

Then Lu Zian received a message from Wang Ruimeng.

He frowned slightly and said suspiciously: "Uncle Feng? Is Lu Hao here?"

"I didn't come. I heard that I had a breakup with your uncle. I was clamoring to go out to work and don't want to study anymore. This time I came here to learn the scriptures and complain." Lu's mother quickly picked the good dishes, put the garbage that fell on the ground and threw it into the trash can: "Call Manman and see how long it will take for her to arrive."

"oh."

Lu Zian thanked Wang Rui suddenly, but thought about it.

This expert...can't it be, Lu Jianfeng?

He sent a message to Chen Mange, then got up and walked upstairs.

It’s not his villain’s heart, it’s still necessary to prevent it before it happens…

Just as he was thinking, someone knocked on the door gently and said in a soft voice: "May I ask, is this Lu Zi'an's home?"

Lu Zi'an's heart skipped a beat and turned around.

The cold wind roared inside because the door was pushed open, making his heart feel cold.
To be continued...