Chapter 432: Looks Alike, so Alike!

The competition that China's Ink Painting Association invited Su Lingmeng to participate in was held at the International Center and was the largest competition in the field of ink painting.

Each country will send its best ink painter to participate.

As the origin of ink painting, China has ranked first in competitions in previous years.

But in recent years, countries surrounding China have been influenced by Chinese culture and have begun to vigorously explore ink painting talents.

In particular, the Ink Painting Association of the Cold Country actually openly claimed that ink painting did not originate from the Chinese Country, but from the Cold Country.

For this reason, Chinese netizens criticized Hanguo Ink Painting Association, but they did not expect that Hanguo actually cultivated an ink painting genius in the past two years with a unique style and became famous in the international center.

So many netizens from other countries who do not understand the origin of ink painting will think of this famous painter from the cold country when talking about ink painting, and they will mistakenly believe that ink painting is really a cultural product of the cold country.

But twenty years ago, before Tao Dachuan passed away, he was the most famous ink painting master in the International Center. The ink painting skills of that famous painter from the Han Dynasty could not be compared with Tao Dachuan.

After Tao Dachuan's death, the only ink painter in Hua who could compete with Han was Tao Dachuan's younger brother Zhao Qianhe.

But in the field of ink painting at the International Center, some people already think that Zhao Qianhe is too old and not as strong as the Hanguo painter.

Some people even think that although Zhao Qianhe came from the same school as Tao Dachuan, his talent is not one-tenth of Tao Dachuan's.

"A thousand rivers cannot reach a river." Tao Dachuan sighed, "Back then, there was a saying in the Chinese ink painting circle. I used to think that Junior Qianhe was a cheerful and informal person, so he would not care about these rumors."

"The old friend you want to meet is Zhao Qianhe?" Su Ming and Su Lingmeng checked the painters sent to the International Center by the Chinese Ink Painting Association and found that there was indeed Zhao Qianhe.

"He is now the president of the Chinese Ink Painting Association!" Su Lingmeng said excitedly, "Xiao Ming, is the grandfather you are talking about really his senior brother? Is he so powerful?"

"Keep your voice down, I'm sitting opposite you right now." Su Ming curled his lips.

Su Lingmeng was even more curious, "Hey, it's okay. Doesn't this old man want something from you? Does he miss his junior brother and want you to take him to meet his junior brother?"

"I think...probably so." Su Ming raised his head, silently glanced at Tao Dachuan, who had a gloomy face, and already had another answer in his heart.

"Wait a minute, Zhao Qianhe called me and said that he has arrived at our door. I will pick him up." Su Lingmeng wanted to ask again, but suddenly received a call and ran out happily.

Su Ming turned to look at Tao Dachuan, "Were you killed by Zhao Qianhe?"

"He cared very much that my talent was superior to his, so he kept adding chronic poison to the cup I drank tea from every day, causing my body to become increasingly depleted. I was less than fifty when I died, but I looked like I was seventy or eighty years old. Like the old man.”

Tao Dachuan sighed, "When I was in the hospital, Zhao Qianhe was still busy taking care of me. I was obsessed with landscape painting and had no heirs or partners, so I directly wrote a suicide note and handed over all my property, calligraphy and paintings to him. ”

"I didn't expect that! On the night of my death, he suddenly broke into my room and told me all the news that he had always been jealous of me and poisoned me."

Tao Dachuan's expression was cold, "We learned ink painting from the teacher together when we were young. We ate and slept together for more than ten years. Later, when we became famous, I regarded him as my biological brother and would recommend him whenever I had the opportunity. I really can't figure out why he would Just because of jealousy, you want to kill me?"

"Is it because of this that you are unwilling to reincarnate?" Su Ming thought thoughtfully, "So you want me to help you kill Zhao Qianhe to take revenge?"

"No, no, no!" Tao Dachuan quickly shook his head.

Just as he was about to explain, Su Lingmeng took Zhao Qianhe into the house and took out the ink paintings that Tao Dachuan had created while possessing Su Ming that day.

"Look, if you use these works to participate in the preliminaries of the International Center Ink Painting Competition, you will definitely pass the review directly, right?"

"Miss Su, you told me before that there was someone else who painted these paintings. Could it be that the person you are talking about is my deceased senior brother Tao Dachuan?"

"Well, this is indeed Dachuan's style." The old man who came with Zhao Qianhe held his reading glasses and nodded, "Dachuan likes to leave a broken plum blossom in the lower left corner of the picture when painting plum blossoms. Even this habit is the same."

"Miss Su, I know that your family is well off, and it is normal to collect a few of my senior brother's works. However, in this international competition, the contestants who passed the preliminary rounds have to paint on the spot. Can you make my senior brother come back from the dead and participate for you? Competition?"

Zhao Qianhe asked Su Lingmeng angrily.

"I'm just telling you that these paintings were not painted by me. When did I say that they were painted by Tao Dachuan? These were painted by my brother!" Su Lingmeng was even angrier than them.

"Your brother? How is this possible?"

Zhao Qianhe obviously didn't believe it, "Even if these paintings are imitations of my senior brother, the painter must be extremely talented, and with constant painting practice, your brother is younger than you, how could he possibly paint such a work?" "

Su Lingmeng pulled Su Ming over and said, "My brother is here. If you don't believe it, let him draw it for you on the spot."

"Little baby, are these paintings really painted by you?" The old man who was following Zhao Qianhe approached Su Ming, took off his reading glasses, and asked him with a smile.

Tao Dachuan, who was floating on the side, suddenly burst into tears, knelt in front of the old man, and kowtowed three times in pain, "Master, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to see you in this life! I'm sorry for not being able to take care of you in your old age!"

Su Ming finally understood that this person was Tao Dachuan's master Ren Qingsong, an old master of Chinese ink painting, but he suffered a car accident at the peak of his career, which left him with hand tremors and he could no longer continue to paint.

But his insights into painting are very unique, and his method of summarizing ink paintings of various objects is also unique.

"Grandpa, I'll draw a picture for you, and you will believe me after you see it!" Su Ming followed Ren Lao's words and pretended to be innocent and cute.

Tao Dachuan was very excited to have the opportunity to paint in front of his teacher. He possessed Su Ming's body, picked up the brush and splashed ink wantonly, creating a picture of a bamboo forest and mountain residence.

Zhao Qianhe, who had originally been indifferent, saw Su Ming start to write, and his expression suddenly changed.

What's going on? Why does this kid look so much like that dead bitch when he's drawing?