After receiving a few snakeskin bags, Yuan Qiuhua was worried: How to get it back?

Xiao Lizi's car is in the parking lot, and you can drive it over and transport it back. The market is not dispersed, and the car can't drive in, so you have to get it to the side of the road first. The inside of the bag is full of stones, dead heavy, and it is scattered, scattered, and there are edges and corners, piercing hands, it is inconvenient to carry, it is inconvenient to carry, it is inconvenient to hold, and it is inconvenient to carry it on the back, so it can only be carried by two people. Yuan Qiuhua grabbed the corner of the bag, gritted his teeth and pulled it up, just walked a few steps, it was too hard, his hand slipped, the bag fell to the ground, and hit the instep of the little plum. She hurriedly bent her knees, squatted down, moved the bag away, and quickly made amends: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

Before dawn, I couldn't call a small worker. Xiao Lizi rubbed the red and swollen instep and worried: What should I do?

He Pengcheng put the stall away in advance, stepped forward on the tricycle, took out the packing tape, and put the bag on a solid note: one is a delicate son, the other is a weak girl, this kind of rough work is suitable for handing over to me.

He Pengcheng and Xiao Lizi carried the goods onto the tricycle and delivered them to the side of the road.

Xiao Lizi went to the parking lot to drive the taxi over, and Yuan Qiuhua and He Pengcheng looked at the goods in place.

When the car arrives, open the trunk, how do you get into the car?

He Pengcheng said: I have to load and unload again, it's so troublesome, just send it to my home to save trouble.

When you get to the place, you can see the high-rise buildings, how do you get upstairs?

He Pengcheng and Xiao Lizi carried them to the door, and Yuan Qiuhua opened the door to take a look, but found that Lan Xin's face was not at home.

Yuan Qiuhua invited He Pengcheng into the house to drink tea and make Pu'er.

He Pengcheng looked at Yuan Qiuhua's workbench: Hey, you're a jewelry designer, I thought you were a jeweler.

Xiao Lizi said: If you don't open a store, you are a second-class seller. The world is long, the passers-by are in a hurry, and the tide rises and falls. Grievances and grievances, life and death, how many people can see through?

He Pengcheng looked at Lan Xinyan's workbench: Wow, you are still a painter? Oh my God, what a surprise!

Yuan Qiuhua said: This is a share house, and my roommate is a painter.

Xiao Lizi said: Revolutionary friendship is extremely pure, and it all depends on conscience. Co-living, not cohabitation. Big girl, you really don't understand? The sea is all water. Horses, four-legged.

He Pengcheng said: No wonder.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Huh, what do you see? Tell me about it!

He Pengcheng said: I heard that when the ancients painted, the ink and color were all deployed on the spot, and the brushes and silk paper used were also from the hands of exclusive papermakers, so it can be said that the ink color, the thickness of the silk paper, and the depth of the pigment are all unique, similar to human fingerprints.

Yuan Qiuhua said: The ancients painted porcelain, burned blue, and used color, all of which were deployed on the spot, have you heard of it?

He Pengcheng said: The pigments for color mixing are self-milling, self-matching, not bought on the market, and the exclusive formula must be different, that is, "there is no way to imitate and forge it".

Yuan Qiuhua said: The source of color in ancient Chinese paintings, such as the green and green in the green landscape paintings, contains the green and green. Green, from the limestone, now we call it azurite, green, from the lime green, that is, malachite, red, from cinnabar, and the flame agate, the blue of the blue sky, these gold and stone colors, all from the gemstones, they are ground into powder, and it has become the pigment of our Chinese painting. And the best ones are used to make paints, and the inferior ones are used to make ornaments.

He Pengcheng said: Most people can't imagine that in ancient times, how did the ancestors obtain colors?

Yuan Qiuhua said: cyan, there is also a kind of lapis lazuli, originated from Afghanistan, where the quality of lapis lazuli is the best, so the lapis lazuli grinding out of this blue, used in Chinese painting, used in porcelain painting, used in cloisonne, spread all over the country, Europe, China, the whole world is fascinated by this blue.

Xiao Lizi said: The traditional Chinese painting pigments first have mineral pigments (the color of gold and stone), and then there are plant pigments (the color of plants and trees). Just like using ink, there is pine smoke first, and then oil smoke.

Ochre Pengcheng said: If the forgery of ancient calligraphy and painting is mixed with modern chemical synthetic colors, will it not reveal the horse's feet once it is tested? It can be seen that no matter how well the fakes are made, they will also leave traces!

Yuan Qiuhua said: The pigments used in Chinese painting are divided into two categories: gold and stone color and plant color. The gold and stone color is developed from minerals, such as limestone, stone green, cinnabar, realgar, clam powder, ochre, stone yellow, * mud gold, mud silver, titanium dioxide, etc. It is powdered, and peach gum or bone glue must be added when used. Plant colors include garcinia cambogia (poisonous), cyan, rouge, eosin (chemical synthesis), etc. Soak it in water for a while. The stone color is heavy, the covering power is strong, and the plant color is thin and transparent, and it is easy to mix.

Xiao Lizi said: In addition, there are also materials such as wood charcoal and silk that are burned by fire, and their ashes are ground and processed into black powdery pigments with different gray and black degrees.

Yuan Qiuhua said: The ancient method of using color, the "knowledge points" are all broken and crumpled, and I am afraid that it is really impossible to finish it in three days and three nights. The distinctive characteristics of mineral pigments are that they are naturally beautiful, not easy to fade, and bright in color. Most of the people who have seen Zhang Daqian's splash paintings in his later years have this impression, and the large area of stone blue, stone green, and cinnabar makes people feel refreshed!

He Pengcheng said: Why should others look down on me, isn't it because I have neither power nor money? Now I understand that even if I have the power and money, I am still looked down upon by people because I have no culture! We are just a small businessman, and the wisdom of the ancients really makes me ashamed!

Xiao Lizi's eyes radiated a little star of love: You buy so many lapis lazuli, malachite, turquoise, and all kinds of agate, I am still curious, how to sell it?

Yuan Qiuhua rolled his eyes: What's the matter? Do you plan to let me absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and then become a goblin?

Xiao Lizi said: You can transfer this hard business to others. I'm tired of being a porter today!

He Pengcheng said: Quality and quantity, to ensure the completion of the task, think about it!

Yuan Qiuhua said: Okay, wait for my news. However, there is still a test, and we will talk about it after passing three levels.

He Pengcheng said: Thank you for giving me the opportunity!

Xiao Lizi said: No need to thank anyone, make the impossible possible, life has always relied on yourself to fulfill yourself!

Lan Xinyan left a note, he went to the studio, and wrote a few questions: Does literature and art provide people with a poetic spiritual space and a habitat for art? Why did they create those immortal masterpieces? Why do these works still touch our hearts after the changes of time and the times? What is the most touching spiritual core in traditional Chinese calligraphy and painting art?

Xiao Lizi drove Yuan Qiuhua to Lan Xinyan's studio. Lan Xinyan was abrupt and took away Shi Tao's true handiwork, and she was a little uneasy. The treasure of the town hall, Shi Tao's authentic handiwork, I don't change the plane, not only you like it, but the people of the whole country like it! Borrow? Are you kidding, Shi Tao's, a painting is worth hundreds of millions! Usually, you can watch it, but you don't borrow it alive or dead, if it's damaged, how can you explain it? When the museum opens a gold and stone exhibition, Yuan Qiuhua went to discuss, this is a gold hairpin made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I will lend it to you first, and then you lend it to me, even if it is collateral. You are from the Qing Dynasty, I am from the Ming Dynasty, you can't compare, how can you compare?* No, the temptation is not good, and the soft grinding and hard bubbles are not good. Grandpa added the double dragon face jade of the Warring States. Two mortgages, only then relaxed, there is still a term, only seven days to borrow, there is a trace of damage, the collateral is confiscated.

Xiao Lizi said: Hey! No one is so stupid. You are my rose, you are my peach blossom.

Yuan Qiuhua smiled and resented, and stopped talking: Blind. I'm just that stupid. Evacuate early if you are afraid of losing. Who are you? Why don't you go home?

Xiao Lizi said: If there is a controversy, it can be discussed, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, but it should be polite, or go to condole. I'm really tired and I don't want to move!

Yuan Qiuhua squinted, pouted, all kinds of coquettishness, vindictive: After all, he has been with me for so long, I hope he is sincere, otherwise it seems that I am stupid to believe him for so long.

Knocked on the door early. Lan Xinyan's eyes were red, and his spirit was not bad.

Xiao Lizi said: I heard that you are a painter?

Lan Xinyan said: Well, that's right, I'm a painter! Painting is a beautiful thing, and I'm glad that I've been able to do it in my life.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Writing can make people calm and calm, and they can deal with any complicated things calmly. Writing makes people enjoy the joy of loneliness, so even when you are alone, as long as you have a pen, you will not feel lonely. There is no external reason, no external object in the mind, only the pen in my hand—like ecstasy reading—has allowed me to find an outlet for my emotions, soothing and excited, quiet and surging, and a way to place my soul.

Lan Xinyan said: Painting makes me enjoy the realm that ordinary people will never reach, the more subtle and expansive. All knowledge, human feelings, and world affairs are all connected, and then transformed into spiritual power! The colorful nature, the soul sings and dances, whenever the mind is at the same time, gladly laughing alone, the strong sixth sense of art (inspiration), all things grow endlessly, the obsession to stay on the paper, the mode of thinking that jumps and goes straight to the destination, can't draw, and ordinary people really can't do it.

Yuan Qiuhua said: The pen and ink are simple and clean, dignified and refined, bringing people infinite and permanent beauty, the sense of accomplishment after writing an article, the beauty of the details of the depiction of objects, and the freedom to sway oneself, too much beauty, may only be understood by those who are engaged in literature and art.

Lan Xinyan said: Painting is like taking a drug, addicted to it, and addicted. For the sake of painting, for the sake of dreams, going alone and going through devilish training, for dreams, this is nothing, who makes us like to paint. In order to paint, he stayed up all night and painted him in the dark.

Xiao Li Zi said: Is it tiring to do this?

Lan Xinyan said: Tired, more important is enjoyable!

Yuan Qiuhua said: In order to write, the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, there is no obstacle involved, you can abolish sleep, you can forget to eat, it makes me forget everything, just for the square inch in front of me! If you don't write for a day, your hands will itch, if you don't write for a day, you will feel that something is missing, and if you don't write for a day, you will not be enjoyable.

Lan Xinyan said: After paying so much, I just like to paint, not hypocrisy, but real feelings. If I really die at the moment of death, I don't want to lie on the hospital bed, but fall down next to the easel, like a soldier dying on the battlefield, that is my destination.

Yuan Qiuhua said: That's right, I'm a literary madman, in this life and in the next.