A pair of small hands as white as jade stroked/touched back and forth on the clean and dense rice paper several times.

"This paper is so beautiful. Feng Jiayu had a smile on his face, leaned over and said, "It's like a piece of tofu, white and delicate." ”

Hearing the person next to him speak, Xia Keren withdrew his hand expressionlessly, rolled up the paper and turned around to leave.

The cuffs were pulled by Feng Jiayu: "Ouch, my aunt, can you not be so indifferent?"

"It's my fault to trick Mr. Meng into going to Jing County, but I'm not for you!" Feng Jiayu stopped smiling and cried with a sad face, "If you get along with Mr. Meng, are you worried that your old house can't be redeemed?"

"Don't say anything like that again. Xia Keren turned his head and looked at Feng Jiayu coldly, "I will redeem the old house, and the money will also come from Mr. Meng, but it doesn't rely on your crooked ways, it depends on my real craftsmanship." ”

Xia Keren is not tall, thin and small, and there is a kind of lonely momentum when he speaks at the moment, which makes people believe in the firm determination contained in his thin and small body.

"Okay, it's all my fault!" Feng Jiayu was frightened by Xia Keren's eyes, and hurriedly said, "There's no second time, okay? ”

As soon as Mr. Meng heard that Xia Keren had returned from Jing County, he asked Director Cai to send the picture of the beauty of Gongbi to Feng Jiayu's pond decoration shop Sijizhai.

After Feng Jiayu finished speaking, seeing that Xia Keren didn't move, he quickly took out the painting in the red sandalwood box and held it on the desktop in front of Xia Keren and unfolded it: "Director Cai has already explained to me, if you have any requirements or needs, just tell me, I will do it all for you." ”

"There is only one request. Xia Keren approached the beauty picture, sat down on the chair, stretched out two fingers and stroked the drawing paper.

"Listen!" Feng Jiayu leaned forward and bent over, looking obedient.

"Keep your mouth shut and be quiet. Xia Keren raised his hands, lifted the painting, and carefully turned it over.

"No problem!" Feng Jiayu raised his hand to the corner of his mouth on the right, pulled it to the left, made a tightening and closing motion, and then opened it halfway, crooked his mouth and whispered, "I'll just go outside and stay, you can't see out of sight and don't worry about it, okay?"

Xia Keren shook his head: "No, you are indispensable for work." ”

Feng Jiayu obediently closed his mouth and stood beside Xia Keren.

The sun shifted westward, and dark clouds rolled over Phnom Penh.

Just after eight o'clock, only Sijizhai was still lit up in Jimo Alley.

Feng Jiayu prepared hot water, towels and a row of brushes, which are made of cat back and neck hair, which are soft and soft to the paper but have the toughness to brush away the stains on the painting.

Xia Keren carefully spread the painting on the table, and an absorbent paper pad had been placed on the table in advance.

The painting is badly damaged, the yellowing area is quite large, and there are still many mold stains/filth in the important parts of the figure, and it looks like it has only been forty or fifty years at most, and it has deteriorated like this, and I don't know how to keep it.

The most troublesome thing is that the face of the beauty in the painting is almost completely destroyed due to the broken and blackened dirt, and I don't know if it can be washed out.

The first step is to add water, which dissolves many substances, washes away dust and stains on paintings, and softens the paste.

Xia Keren wet the painting with a towel, and then picked up a row of brushes to scrub it carefully, from top to bottom, patiently little by little, over and over again.

It's just that this water also has to look at the painting, if it is a thick ink and heavy color painting, you are afraid of water.

"Wash, uncover, mend, complete. Feng Jiayu subconsciously spoke, "The most important thing in repairing calligraphy and painting is these four words." ”

Feng Jiayu has followed his father to learn to dress up since he was a child, and he still knows this thing, seeing Xia Keren's neat and neat techniques, and his appearance of washing paintings, he suddenly remembered the days when he was a child and learned to learn the craft, but Feng Jiayu was lazy by nature, learning to learn, and only learned a half-baked skin, and he could see that he was famous, and he asked him to do it himself but couldn't do anything.

"That's right. Xia Keren's eyes were staring at the painting, holding a row of brushes in her hands, and her tone was light, as soon as she encountered the Chinese painting, she had a spirit, "This painting is divided into several parts: the painting heart, the life paper, and the back paper." ”

"The heart of the painting is the soul of a painting, that is, the part I am washing now, it is the paper that the author paints directly, the life paper is closely attached to the back of the heart of the painting, which is to protect the life of the painting paper, and now it is also called the heart of the painting, and the back paper is the back paper, which can make the picture flat and soft / soft, pleasing to the eye, and shake silently in the hand. ”

Feng Jiayu was stunned, and only felt that this Xia Keren spoke better than his father's teaching.

After a little hesitation, he took out his mobile phone, clicked on the video shooting, and stood in front of the table and pointed at Xia Keren: "Can you say it again, I'll record it and learn it again!"

Looking at Feng Jiayu's enthusiasm for Chinese painting, Xia Ke's heart jumped, and some hot/hot blood gurgled and flowed.

When I was in college, calligraphy and Chinese painting were always the most inconspicuous majors, and compared to the comics, oil paints, and even sculptures that were full of doors, the number of people in the Chinese painting class was getting smaller and smaller year by year, and it seemed that Chinese painting had become something that was not foreign and fashionable.

Thinking that although Mr. Meng spent a high price to hire someone to repair this beautiful picture of Gongbi, he despised Chinese painting in his words.

When Meng Jin said "it's just a brush painting" popped up in Xia Keren's mind, the indifferent expression on his face, and the dark-skinned Cao Sangui appeared again, sparing no effort to promote handmade rice paper, Xia Keren's brows suddenly wrinkled tightly.

Then he nodded heavily: "Okay, you can record it." ”

After recording the opportunity, she also put the video on the Internet, learn from Cao Sangui, and do her best to promote the splendid Chinese painting.

Xia Keren put down the brush and rubbed his face, and looked at the mobile phone lens in Feng Jiayu's hand, showing a rare smile that couldn't be more shallow.

"After washing with hot water, the next second step, to uncover is the back paper, when washing the painting, wet the paper with water and just soak the soft paste, use tweezers to remove the back paper little by little, and the rest is the true appearance of the original painting. ”

Feng Jiayu held his mobile phone, shooting back and forth.

You have to be careful and careful when you "reveal" this step, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be in trouble if you damage the heart of the painting.

Xia Keren was cautious with tweezers, and he was busy until the second half of the night, and when he raised his head to catch his breath, he found that his back was all wet with sweat.

After the backing paper is removed, it is clear at a glance where the heart of the painting is broken.

The rice paper that Xia Keren found from Jing County was used to repair the damaged painting heart, but it was too late today, Xia Keren was so tired that his eyes were dazzled, and his waist was almost straight.

Feng Jiayu sorted out the utility room in the store, bought a small bed, and used it as a temporary dormitory for Xia Keren, and when Feng Jiayu left, Xia Keren fell on the wooden bed in the dormitory, and slept until the afternoon of the next day.

As soon as the boiling heat of the afternoon woke Xia Keren up, she heard her own voice outside.

Lifting the bamboo curtain and going out, Feng Jiayu was sitting in front of his laptop, and the computer screen was playing the process of Xia Keren's painting that he recorded last night.

"Are you awake?" Hearing the sound, Feng Jiayu turned his head, "I cut the video, the quality of your teaching is really high, so I have an immature little suggestion, why don't we put this video on the Internet and sell it for money as an online class, right?"

Xia Keren has already seen Feng Jiayu's virtue clearly, and he is a money string.

"It's okay to put it online, but it's only free. Xia Keren walked to the table where the painting was being repaired.

After removing the backing paper, it seems that the beauty on this painting is graceful, but it is a pity that the face of the beauty is almost completely destroyed, and the appearance cannot be seen clearly, which makes people infinitely reverie.

……

In the conference room of the MMU Group, Meng Jin sat at the front in a black suit, his well-proportioned and slender fingers pinched the corners of his forehead, and his expression was a little worried.

The new product promotion seminar has just ended, and the competing Enman bags are also foreign brands, and they are like a bamboo when they enter the country, suppressing МU so that there is almost no room for survival.

And МU, which was supposed to launch leather roller blinds for testing the waters, has been on hold.

In this meeting, almost half of the people said that they didn't need to consider the words of Xia Keren, a master of Chinese painting, and still launched the pen roller shutter according to the original plan, creating momentum first.

The other half of the people feel that the first impression of a brand is very important, and if it really leaves a flashy impression, it will be more than worth the loss.

Until the end of the meeting, the two sides did not argue for a result.

Meng Jin put down his hand, raised his head, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He thought that everyone was gone, but he didn't expect Director Cai to still sit here.

"Mr. Meng, in the local forum in Qingchuan recently, there is a video that is very popular. Seeing that Mr. Meng finally saw him, Director Cai cleared his throat and spoke.

Meng Jin's brows furrowed, he didn't think that he was kind enough to discuss gossip with his subordinates.

Director Cai leaned over with a notebook, and Mr. Meng's unhappy expression made him tremble: "Yes...... It's a video introducing painting.,That.,That speaker is Xia Keren.,Miss Xia.。 ”

"And then?" Meng Jin snorted a little heavily, he didn't have the patience to care about what Xia Keren was doing.

"It was Mr. Meng who was introduced...... The painting you're going to fix. Director Cai swallowed nervously and cautiously checked Mr. Meng's expression.

I saw that Meng Jin's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the corners of his lips twitched downward: "Take it and I'll take a look." ”

This is an angry expression, Director Cai has been following Meng Jin for some time, and has already found the way from the subtle changes in Mr. Meng's expression.

"Yes. Director Cai opened the video he had prepared earlier, and placed the notebook in front of Mr. Meng.

In the video, a girl dressed in plain clothes with a beautiful face is retouching and introducing her actions at the same time.

On the table in front of the girl, there is a basin of towels, brushes and tweezers, among which is a yellowed and worn Chinese painting, painting a beautiful woman with a round of Huanhuan, although she can't see her face, but she is as amazing as the girl at the table.

"It's off. Meng Jin spoke, and the next moment he walked out of the conference room with long legs, and when he came to the door, he turned around again and rushed to Director Cai, who was hurriedly turning off the video, "Call Xia Keren, immediately." ”

……

Xia Keren didn't even have time to wash his hands, so he was dragged into the MMU Group by Director Cai.

Standing in Meng Jin's office, Xia Keren rubbed the paste that had already dried up on his hands, and heard Meng Jin speak in a cold voice: "Deleted." ”

"What?" Xia Keren was confused.

"The video on the Internet, immediately, was deleted. Meng Jin's face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold.

Xia Keren then understood what he was talking about, looked at the slowly sinking sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window through the shallow scar on the side of Meng Jin's sideburns, and asked quietly when he withdrew his eyes: "Why?"

"Because there are my drawings in the video. Meng Jin returned.

"I just want to promote Chinese painting, although your painting is revealed in the video, it doesn't actually have any effect on you, doesn't it?" Xia Keren saw that Meng Jin saved his face by braving the fire, and explained to him calmly, "I know you don't like Chinese painting, and I also know that there are many people who don't like Chinese painting, but perhaps, you don't like it just because you don't understand it, I will shoot more videos and explain more knowledge about Chinese painting, maybe more people can understand the charm of Chinese painting." ”

Meng Jin's face became ugly: "I don't need your reason, I just need you to delete the video." ”

When he spoke, his always cold eyes flowed with surging fire, seeing Xia Keren gritting his teeth and being silent for a long time without speaking, Meng Jin slapped the table and stood up: "You are wrong, it's not that I don't like Chinese painting, I hate it, don't think about it, delete the video immediately, otherwise I will hold you accountable for infringement." ”

Meng Jin turned his back to the window, and as soon as he stood up, the sunlight covered him tightly, and in front of him was the depression of a black building, making it impossible to see his expression.

But the three words "disgusted with it" made Xia Ke's heart, who had not felt uncomfortable for a long time, feel a pain in his heart.

"If you hate Chinese painting so much, why do you spend a lot of money to hire someone to repair it. Xia Keren asked word by word.

"It's none of your business. ”

"Isn't it my business to fix paintings?" Xia Keren also lost his temper.

Meng Jin sat down again, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and after a while, he spoke calmly again: "It's none of your business." ”

"Okay, then ask Mr. Meng to ask Gao Ming. Meng Jin's words couldn't be clearer, Xia Keren also had her own pride, and she was even more disgusted with Meng Jin's disdain for Chinese painting, she raised her chin and turned around to leave.

But until he returned to Sijizhai, Xia Keren's chest was still suffocated, I thought that this Mr. Meng was good, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

The anger went down, and she regretted that such a good business broke up unhappily, and her money to redeem the house came to naught.

The biggest reaction is naturally Feng Jiayu.

"The video is deleted, my aunt, why do you have to go and find Mr. Meng uncomfortable?" Feng Jiayu was so anxious that he turned around.

Xia Keren didn't speak, sat on the bench, blinked and looked out of the store, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Jiayu chattered for a long time, said dryly, sighed, and sat next to Xia Keren.

The two of them were silent for a long time, just watching the daylight outside the door slowly dim one by one.