The next day.

Early.

Polishing and dyeing the color of the oil painting of the copper version.

Time passes slowly.

Van Gogh's sunflowers appear on the table of the Eight Immortals......

A cluster of sunflowers, with its golden light, distorted in form, solidified in molten copper, is no different from the brushstrokes of the original painting in detail.

Qin Huai was surprised to find.

The moldless controllable copper melting casting process is simply unique for depicting oil paintings.

For example, the "Sunflower" in front of me is simply a direct three-dimensional restoration of the original painting.

Followed by.

A few hours flew by.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, several famous paintings are neatly arranged.

This time, because it is an oil painting, Qin Huai has to modulate more colors, and the color palette is extremely complex, some tones can only be painted with one stroke, and some tones need to be coated, and the amount of work is huge.

The creation of oil paintings, for Qin Huai, the inheritor of traditional Chinese handicrafts, is a bit of a sudden change in painting style, and even ...... Deviant.

But so.

The little guy just has to watch the fun.

The changeable colors can stimulate their vision more, as well as the cerebral cortex, which can make the little one feel more happy.

Ink painting, on the other hand, requires an emotional understanding, an understanding of ancient Chinese philosophy, and a certain cultural suddenness.

These thresholds ...... For the two little short legs, it is not possible to step forward for the time being.

Unless it's a simple work like a green jade kui dragon pattern tea set, or a Taiji diagram jade carving.

But where would Qin Huai come up with such an amazing idea for a while?

The only way to do this is to settle for the next best thing.

I use the paintings of famous artists directly.

In fact, this is also to exercise Qin Huai's bronze casting skills, with a wide range of knowledge, and can be familiar with all kinds of situations, and he can do anything.

Of course.

The polishing, polishing, and fumigation recipes for seven or eight paintings took a long time.

But Qin Huai's determination has always been extraordinary.

It was an afternoon to sit there.

Because of Qin Huai's tranquility and patience, the two little ones were imperceptibly affected.

They like to make noise, but they can also sit still.

Especially when Shang Ya took them to watch Qin Huai's father's creation, they could keep it quiet for a long time.

Just watch quietly.

The vision, like a painting:

Qin Huai's father gently polished the artwork in his hand.

And the little guy is cute, quiet, well-behaved, not noisy or noisy, and in his bright eyes, the figure of Qin Huai's father is reflected.

Warm tones of the picture.

The theme is family affection, cute babies, and handsome dads.

The scene in front of him warmed Shang Ya's heart.

Such a well-behaved little guy is too worry-free.

Perhaps, it is also because when Qin Huai's father is engrossed in creation, there will be an aura around him that makes people calm and calm.

The aura was like a pillar of light smoke curling with soothing incense.

Let the little one be quiet......

After the polishing and hot coloring process is completed, Qin Huai places several pieces in the shade and allows them to react.

The little guy was still unsatisfied, pointing to the works on the table, dancing with his hands, revealing neat little teeth.

The two of them were quite emotional, as if they were expressing something.

But.

After all, he was only a little more than a year old, and his language expression was lacking, and Qin Huai couldn't hear why, so he could only pinch his little face mockingly.

Then I went back to the living room with the two little ones.

Following.

A family of four wakes up early.

Walking into the studio, I began to observe the color changes of several 'oil paintings'.

It's the first day.

The bronze oil painting shows the appearance of dots of light color, very light, like the texture of a white feather.

Delicate and soft, as if a gentle blow will dissipate like a cloud.

This little bit of color must be carefully observed to be noticed.

And once discovered, there is a pleasant feeling of pleasure coming from the cerebral cortex.

That's the beauty of art.

Even if it is just born in the bud, it has the beauty to hit people's hearts......

The next day.

In the morning, noon, and evening, Qin Huai would drag his family to the studio to observe the subtle changes in bronze oil paintings.

After more than 30 hours of 'fermentation'.

The colors shown in the bronze oil paintings become more and more delicate and moist, which is not only the adhesion of colors, but also the coating of time.

Children are more sensitive to changes in the outside world than adults.

Seeing such an obvious change, two small hands waved in the air, curious and excited, Xiaoya also pulled Qin Huai's father's face, Xiao Qiong's nose rubbed on the tip of Qin Huai's nose, and called dad in a milky voice, which was sharing with Qin Huai's father.

The next day.

Day 3.

Day 4.

Bronze oil paintings are becoming more and more gorgeous as the original paintings, the colors are delicate and delicate, but they are wild, and the texture of copper metal contrasts with the colors generated by chemical reactions.

In "Starry Night", when the molten copper solidifies, the circle of ripples just forms the strange night sky where Van Gogh is turning and the stars are moving, and on the ripples, the glow and blue of the starry sky are slowly spreading, like the glaze on porcelain, cooking out in the blazing fire.

In "Sunflowers", the small water droplets splashed by the copper liquid form small fruits on the surface of the sunflower flowers, which are neatly arranged, chaotic but not scattered, and full of artistic sense......

It was as warm as the golden yellow of the sun, as if the sun was staggering on it. As time went on, the warmth of the color grew.

In "The Scream", ......

In "Eternal Memory", ......

……

But.

Although these bronze oil paintings show an incomparable beauty.

But the two little ones love 'a wave' the most!

Qin Huai tried to use these works to divert the attention of the two little ones, and secretly took away the 'one wave', and the two little ones immediately cried and chased them out with teary eyes.

After trying it a few times, Qin Huai's last thoughts were also cut off.

Only one more piece of bronze art can be created.

However, grandmaster-level works are not something that can be created casually!

Qin Huai had a headache.

On the tenth day.

The two little ones didn't want to look at the bronze oil paintings, and they still had to watch 'a wave' fall asleep every day.

Qin nuclear boat guy.

In front of your own flesh and blood.

Tragically killed on the street!

"I'm going to destroy these bronze paintings. These two siblings are really clever little ghosts. ”

Qin Huai was defeated and chose the most 'humiliating' way.

"Can't it be auctioned?"

Shang Ya asked curiously.

"Forget it, I think it's average. ”

Qin Huai's vision is getting higher and higher, and the 'low-level' works are really not worth distressing for him.

Artists who are somewhat accomplished in art often like to destroy their own works.

For example, Wu Guanzhong.

At one time, he directly burned dozens of paintings.

My friend was very distressed when he saw it.

Ask him: Why did you destroy your paintings, that's more than 300 million.

Wu Guanzhong smiled indifferently: "You only saw me destroy 300 million, but you don't know why I can sell 300 million."

It's because I'm so strict with every piece of work!"

Qin Huai was equally harsh.

So without hesitation, I stuffed these works into the furnace one by one and slowly melted them down.

"Smack"

After more than twenty minutes, there was a sudden explosion, and the furnace flashed lightning.

Qin Huai was startled, and hurriedly turned around and pulled the brake, turning off the power of the entire workshop.

Shang Ya also nervously hugged the two little ones, covering their faces and small bodies.

"Whew...... It may be that there is no rest for four months, and the machine can't stand it...... A million lost. ”

Qin Huai swallowed bitterly, isn't it, even if it is a machine, it can't bear Qin Huai's tossing day and night, and the machine is not like a human being, it has a self-healing function, it wears out a little, it is a little, it accumulates a lot, and it collapses naturally.

Thankfully, no danger occurred.

Looks like we'll have to buy another furnace.

Qin Huai sighed.

His eyes fell on the table of the Eight Immortals, and there were two works, "Starry Sky" and "Sunflowers", which were not destroyed.

Qin Huai didn't pay attention.

Instead, he went out to play with two small ones.

When I looked for it again two days later, the waste had already been sent to the garbage dump.

Qin Huai smiled lightly, it's okay, it saves him another trouble.

……

……

Garbage station.

Several workers are operating a terrifying machine.

The machine's jagged teeth tumble, and the metal from daily necessities is crushed into small pieces, then pressed into cubes and sent to a furnace for recycling.

Qin Huai's works are also among them.

Suddenly.

The sharp-eyed blue-hat worker burst into applause.

"Stop!"

The lean worker who controls the machine makes the machine come to a slow stop.

"What's wrong, Lao Luo?"

Instead of answering, the blue-hat worker took a sharp crowbar and pried out the two bronze paintings, "Sunflowers" and "Starry Night".

These two bronze paintings have some stains on the surface.

But as soon as the eye touches, it feels like it's not ordinary.

Even if Lao Luo doesn't have any artistic cells, he suddenly feels that his eyes are bright.

It's like being on TV, seeing a beautiful female star. At this moment, this female star is naked in front of her eyes.

"Lao Tian, I think this is a work of art. Sell for money!"

"Hehe, Lao Luo, are you stupid? Antique bronzes are all dings, furnaces, you strange things, not the Sui and Tang dynasties, nor the Ming and Qing dynasties, at most last week. ”

The two workers had a disagreement.

But Lao Luo firmly believed in his own judgment.

Take two discarded plastic bags, wrap them in two bronze paintings, and hide them aside.

When I got off work, I immediately hugged the plastic bag and walked home quickly.

The next day, Lao Luo directly asked for leave.

Ran to a market he had inquired about.

"Look, how are these two pieces?"

Lao Luo unwrapped the carefully selected bag, revealing the corners of "Sunflowers" and "Starry Night".

The shopkeeper frowned and opened the white paper.

"Where did it come from?"

"A friend's. The way is innocent. ”

"It's estimated that tens of thousands......

The owner said casually. In fact, his eyelids were jumping, and he already felt that these two works were a bit unusual.

Lao Luo turned around and left. There is no mud and water.

He often looks at those who are able to pick up leaks in the browser.

Like some kind of old furniture, peeling off the chassis, it is a piece of golden silk nan wood, and immediately made 200,000 yuan!

A grandfather's crutch, when I picked it up, it turned out to be a precious wood, and he made 100,000 yuan by turning it into beads!

Or pick up a stone on the mountain, which looks like Dongpo meat, and the expert estimates it at 30 million!

Lao Luo sees this kind of news every day, and the more he watches it, the more addicted he becomes.

The idea of getting rich overnight haunted him in his heart.

When he saw the bronze oil painting, Lao Luo's heartbeat accelerated a lot, and a strong premonition rose in his heart: he was going to get rich!

Such a work of art is only worth 10,000?

Lao Luo sneered, and secretly scolded the shopkeeper in his heart.

"Twenty thousand, no more!"

There was some impatience in the shopkeeper's tone, such bronzes didn't seem to be forged by any famous artist......

Without the blessing of the status of a famous artist, you can only look at the process.

The workmanship is still extremely good, revealing a graceful and luxurious.

"20,000 is too little. ”

Lao Luo left quickly. Run to the next store.

"Thirty thousand can't be more. ”

The shopkeeper's tone was flat, and he glanced at Lao Luo slightly.

Next.

"Ten thousand at most. ”

The shopkeeper sneered and mocked.

Next one.

"It's worth 20,000 yuan, this Western-style bronze is not popular. Rich and noble families love to collect tripods, furnaces, beasts, wine vessels, and pots. ”

The shopkeeper had a good heart and gave Lao Luo a few words.

"Then I'm going to sell it to a foreigner?"

Lao Luo blurted out.

His dream of getting rich overnight was unusually strong, and these two bronze artifacts were worth 10,000 or 20,000 yuan?

The huge gap between psychological estimation and actual value makes it difficult for Lao Luo to accept!

"You can try, go ahead, go to the end of the street, there's a shop on the left, there's a doorway from the Hong Kong side. ”

The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head.

Such a gambler is like a carp crossing the river.

And the result is often that there is as much hope as there is disappointment.

But Lao Luo doesn't think he's a gambler.

Since the first time he saw the two bronze oil paintings, he inexplicably believed in the value of these two bronze oil paintings and believed in the creators of the bronze oil paintings.

Although he had never met, he believed that the bronze creator was a master.

Walk into the shop at the end of the street.

Lao Luo took a deep breath.

Place two three-dimensional bronze oil paintings in front of the table.

Untie.

The fashionably dressed shopkeeper combed the oily three-seven points and took a look at it in a pretentious manner.

"Fifty thousand. ”

Lao Luo's heart was beating faster.

50,000 yuan!

Sure enough, I still have to know the goods, and it rose to 50,000 yuan in an instant!

50,000 dollars.

But Lao Luo is still not satisfied, a grandfather's crutch can make 200,000 yuan!

"Too little!"

Lao Luo knocked on the table, he was actually a little nervous, and 50,000 yuan also made his heart beat faster.

It was the first time he faced such an exciting leak, and in an instant, he went from spending nothing to 50,000 times over.

An electric current, rising from the soles of his feet, passed through his spinal cord, and then rushed straight to the sky, causing him to shiver in the air, like a shiver when urinating.

Refreshing.

But there's more.

The human heart is always greedy.

Lao Luo believes in the creator he has never met, and he also believes in the quality of these two works.

The shopkeeper of the three-seven oil head pondered for a moment. He often deals with oil paintings.

The first time I saw these two bronzes, I was amazed.

There is no such art form abroad!

And.

From the workmanship and toning, to the color coating of the bronze surface, it is all first-class!

Not an antique, the pulp looks a little thin, but the texture is warm and delicate.

Although the forging process is deviant, it will definitely make a profit when it is shipped to the West.

"One hundred thousand. That's the highest price!"

The owner counted for a long time.

"No, no, it's still too little. ”

Lao Luo was incomparably inflated, and he had a hunch that this creator might not be strong, otherwise how could it bring him strong sensory stimulation at first sight?

"110,000 is the most, first of all, I don't know its specific value, the estimate is 180,000, but if I want to ship it to the West, the tariffs, the freight, it will cost money. You can't let me lose money. ”

"I want 200,000. If you think it can be earned, you buy it, and if you think you can't make it, you don't buy it. Aren't all these things risky?"

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