Although it is called cork painting, it is actually a handicraft that combines carving and painting.

It skillfully combines the exquisite carving skills with the beautiful and far-reaching artistic conception of Chinese painting, and then draws on the technique of "framing the scene" of Chinese gardens, and has an artistic effect of "hundreds of miles of mountains, all in one frame".

Flipping through one by one, whether it is pavilions or flowers, birds, fish and insects, they are all unique and exquisite.

Lu Zi'an looked through it carefully, and for the first time had doubts about his father's words.

Such skills, as long as there are real masters, will never fall to this point!

There was no one around anymore, he frowned slightly, and said very seriously: "I'm sorry, I have a general understanding of what happened to cork painting before, I want to know, now in Fuzhou, is there really no one who knows this skill?"

What does this mean?

The father and daughter of the Wu family glanced at each other, a little puzzled.

Wu Xueqin said with some hesitation: "What do you mean......"

"I mean, this kind of subtle craft, if someone really likes it and sticks to it, it will never end up where it is. Lu Zi'an's eyes burned, and he closed the album with a bang: "If it is really lost, it must be someone who doesn't want it to be passed down." ”

And since this is the case, no matter how much he helps to publicize, it is useless.

Because they don't work hard themselves, what's the point of relying on external forces to push?

After his publicity, the price of cork paintings was raised again, and if the situation of the year appeared again, the cork paintings would be completely killed.

His words were sonorous and powerful, like a steel knife.

Those false and real words can only deceive the layman, as well as those who have not seriously understood it.

Those who have actually seen cork paintings will never believe those shallow reasons.

Wu Xueqin looked at her father in a panic, and Old Man Wu's face was already pale.

Usually because of his illness, his hands would tremble uncontrollably, but at this moment, even the wrinkles on his old face were trembling.

"It's not a secret...... We're only halfway there. Old Man Wu's chest rose and fell violently, and the suppressed grief in his heart made him return to the nightmare of the year: "People only know that foreign trade orders are almost gone, but they don't know that our domestic orders are also gone......"

The catastrophe came too quickly, too quickly.

It's like a big avalanche, as if it happened in an instant.

They don't even have a chance to redeem it, to make amends.

There are also masters who can't bear to be reduced to such a state of cork painting, and let go of an old face to find the old man.

But when he saw the mountains of indiscriminate works put forward by the other party, he was speechless.

There are also some former collaborators who directly let them eat the closed door, unwilling to see them again.

The masters turned back gloomily, and these arrogant craftsmen locked themselves in their rooms without seeing outsiders.

After the last hope was lost, everyone finally accepted this fact.

Then the factories collapsed one after another, and the workers were laid off and changed careers.

The mountains of timber were bought at a high price, but now they can't even be sold, so they can only be used as firewood......

Old Man Wu burst into tears, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something: "We are sinners through the ages...... We are sorry for the hard work of our ancestors, it is easy to fight the country, but it is difficult to defend the country......"

Wu Xueqin, who was holding him next to him, also cried into tears: "I'm sorry, Master Lu, I, in fact, I didn't say one thing...... The uncles who were with my dad back then have all retired from their careers......"

It was the catastrophe of cork painting.

The masters who led the tragedy were ashamed in their hearts, and collectively closed their swords and retired from their arts, announcing that they would no longer enter the cork painting course.

And the people who participated in this tragedy at the beginning also felt guilty and did not dare to mention cork paintings easily.

Except for those young children at the beginning, few people even remember the glory of cork painting.

Lu Zi'an also does this business, and it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will be sad.

He handed over the tissue and said warmly, "Sir, I am willing to help you promote the cork painting, it is a treasure and deserves to be passed on, but I do not recommend promoting it directly." ”

“…… What do you mean?"

"Face up to history. Lu Zi'an solemnly said: "This matter does not need to be hidden, your current attitude of concealment, but will scare away people who are interested in cork painting, only you frankly admit your mistakes, and promise that there will never be another similar thing, I believe, cork painting will still rise." ”

With a little practice, he could have learned to paint cork, but with his hands, it would have completely rewritten history.

It is no longer a cultural heritage unique to Fuzhou, but if he changes his name, presumably the masters will not want to see this scene.

Therefore, it is impossible to rely on others to support you.

People should be self-reliant, and only when they stand up can they truly stand firm.

Old Mr. Wu thought for a long time, he was in awe, and bowed deeply to Lu Zi'an: "Thank you, sir, I will come to you again in a while." ”

After saying goodbye to their father and daughter, Zou Kai next to him said a little strangely: "Why did they call Brother An Master before, and Mr. later?"

Zhuo Peng lit a cigarette: "The master is the first, the teacher is the meaning, Mr. Wu is thanking Brother An." ”

Because it was still early in the morning, Lu's mother and Shen Mange were cooking at home, and Lu Jianwei and Zou Kai were busy with a group of workers.

It happened to be not far from the old house, and it was very convenient to come.

Then, in the afternoon, when they came back here, they found that there was a green gauze fence and scaffolding all around.

In the courtyard, a large shed was built directly and generously, which was extremely stable.

A long table of water is spread out, and there are countless chairs.

Lu Zi'an stood in the middle, without any special or slightest cover.

After the propaganda of these people who came in the morning, many people came in the afternoon, and Lu Zi'an did not refuse to come, so they were all arranged.

At this time, a car was parked near the wasteland, and Wen Kang secretly carried a big bag to the place where he had been looking.

He took out his binoculars, video recorder and various tools and hung them on his waist, and in order to see closer, he climbed up the tree.

Then he saw the roof of the shed under the branches.

"......" has a sentence MMP doesn't know whether to say it or not.

Inside the shed, Lu Zi'an had already turned on the live broadcast: "I will continue to do the separation, and I should be able to finish it today." ”

The two partitions were side by side, and he thought for a moment as the tip of the knife landed on the wood.

The people around were holding the carving knife, but they didn't move for a long time, and quietly watched Lu Zi'an carve.

The most difficult thing to depict is the spirituality of the mountain and the charm of the water.

Everyone's experience of mountains and rivers is different.

Ascending is full of love in the mountains, watching the sea is overflowing in the water, spitting out the sound of pearls and jades, rolling up the color of the wind and clouds, the demeanor is ten thousand forms, and it is thousands of miles away.

One is the mountain, the other is the water.

There is water in the mountains, and there are mountains in the water.

With the help of the color of the red almond wood itself, Lu Zi'an carved a large area of red leaves in the mountains.

The mangrove forest in the painting is like a few wisps of red clouds floating in the mountains, and the clever blank space creates a deep and diffuse effect of the clouds, and the auspicious clouds that seem to be virtual and real add a legendary mysterious image to the whole picture.

People can't help but wonder, is this scene in the painting really realistic?

The most amazing thing is that the landscapes carved by Lu Zi'an are completely different from the landscapes in Chinese paintings.

His mountain has a soul, and it is slowly carved with a knife, and people seem to follow the painting into that beautiful psychedelic realm.