"Mr. Nie, didn't you just say you were particularly curious about Ximeng?" Meng Xin Zhi was a bit flustered by this barrage of questions.
"That's because I didn't know there was a 'Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival' in your dream," Nie Guangyi said. "I just like these kinds of unconventional paintings."
"Unconventional?" Zong Yi was discontent upon hearing this, "Hey, Uncle, how dare you say 'Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival' is unconventional?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Nie Guangyi retorted, "If you don't believe me, you can ask your sister. The 'Xuanhe Painting Catalogue' you were talking about, the one for the greatest artist of all ages, it doesn't even mention Zhang Zeduan's name. If it's not even qualified to be listed, isn't that unconventional?"
"Sister, Sister, Sister, is it really like that?"
"This painting truly wasn't compiled into the catalogue," Meng Xin Zhi confirmed Nie Guangyi's statement.
