Father Lu carefully rolled up the paintings by Huang Binhong and said, "Indeed, you recognized the works of Master Hong. Rightly so, I've always admired his posthumous art. Back in the day when I was young and visiting the capital, I had the honour of meeting him. He gifted our family two of his paintings. In the blink of an eye, nearly a decade has passed since Master Hong's departure. Now, when I visit the capital, I can no longer see my old friend. What a sorrowful reality!"
Feng Qingxue was quite stunned. She didn't expect that Father Lu had actually met Huang Binhong and that their house even had his paintings. This fact was more unfathomable to her than having works from Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian.
"Father, you truly have an extensive circle of friends."