Chapter 37: Why Didn't I Do It?

Jin Nong is one of the eight monsters of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty, and Zheng Banqiao is a good friend, Zheng Banqiao once said, "Only Jin Nong is a friend in Hangzhou" It can be seen that the two have the same smell and smell. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This man came from a good background, and was gifted, and was later recommended to be an official, but he never did much, resigned and wandered around, and his calligraphy was at the peak before he was forty years old.

At the age of 50, he began to paint, to the south of the Yangtze River, and then with Zheng Banqiao they are acquainted, known as the first of the eight stranges, strong calligraphy skills and perennial travel and meditation so that his fine brush painting is self-taught, good at talking Buddha figures, the best at painting plum, especially the plum plum, the existing in the National Museum of the "plum blossom" axis and "ink bamboo" axis are a class of cultural relics.

Wang Yao didn't know if there was any connection between this volume of "Plum Blossom Scroll" and the "Plum Blossom Picture", but he knew that the quality of this painting was definitely not low, and this painting could be restored.

In the past, some painters made a living by selling paintings, but a painting took too long, so some people researched a kind of rice paper, called Jian Xuan, this kind of paper and pen are generally thicker because it is two pieces of rice together.

Such a painting, after being revealed, there are two.

Therefore, there is a jargon called 'one is revealed into two', which means that a painting has been revealed, the surface is the mother, and the inner layer is the child, also known as the 'soul child', and the painting can be sold in two copies.

But this kind of alphabet painting has a disadvantage, that is, it will affect the quality of the painting style, ink painting will have a tail stroke, that is, some of the fine stripes brought out after the ink is dry, those things look unimportant, but they account for the charm of calligraphy and painting.

After one is revealed, the tail stroke of the mother painting will not penetrate into the sub-painting, so it is necessary to make up the brush, and some of the sub-paintings are much more than the mother painting.

Although this thing is used for tricks, there are also people who want to protect their paintings, in case the surface is broken, the sub-paintings inside can at least be saved.

This "Plum Blossom Roll" was made by Jia Xuan, so Wang Yao was pleasantly surprised, which brought great help to the restoration work.

"I think this painting should be by Jin Nong. Wang Yao said to Shen Lao and Director Wu.

"Jin Nong's?" Shen Lao was startled.

As a calligrapher, painting and antique industry in Hangzhou, there will be an inexplicable sense of intimacy with this name, because it is a fellow countryman.

"How do you see it?" Director Wu frowned and looked carefully, but couldn't find any clues.

"I'm just guessing, but if you want to restore this painting, you'll have to find Mr. Qigong. Wang Yao said with a smile: "He should have a way to restore Jin Nong's paintings." ”

"You kid must have seen something?" Director Wu is a human spirit, so he can naturally hear Wang Yao's words.

Mr. Qi Gong is not a Mr. Palm Eye, where is it casually invited, please move him must be a real baby, I heard Mr. Ma say that Wang Yao has a lot to do with Mr. Qi Gong, Director Wu naturally felt it.

"I can see it, but I'm not sure, so I'm not shallow in my knowledge. Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, "But Mr. Qigong loves this Jin Nong's handwriting, so sending it to him should have an answer." ”

Shen Lao looked at Wang Yao squarely and said, "Little gentleman, your surname?"

At first, he looked down on Wang Yao just because of his age, although Wang Yao didn't say anything, but the two names mentioned were indeed related, and Shen Lao also changed his attitude.

The title of Mr. is what the elderly like to use, and their peers are called so.

"Boy Wang Yao. Wang Yao replied, "I offended the old gentleman's treasure." ”

"I can't talk about it. Shen Lao smiled and waved his hand, "But I asked Mr. Xiao to explain how you could see it." ”

Wang Yao pointed to the scroll, "This painting, the old gentleman has not restored and framed it." ”

"It was just a simple cleanup, and I didn't dare to move it. Shen Lao said.

"Judging from the year of the paper and ink, this painting will not be earlier than the end of the Ming Dynasty, before the end of the Ming Dynasty, everyone eliminated the plum blossoms, and the remaining range is small, and this volume, the painting is the plum blossom of a year or even a few years, it can be seen that the author is a person who loves plums, this painting is not a casual act, especially love plums, Jin Nong is one, and this plum, there are traces of calligraphy, I can't understand, but I know, in addition, there is Zen, these can be speculated to Master Jin Nong, so I just pushed, "Wang Yao scratched his cheeks after speaking" Of course, it's just reasoning. ”

"There is evidence. Curator Wu blinked and gave a thumbs up.

"You give me a connection, let Lao Wu send it to the capital. Mr. Ma said behind him.

"Good. Wang Yao nodded and said with a smile, "If you look away, don't blame me." ”

"This painting has been in my family for more than 200 years, and if I see the light of day again, Mr. Xiao will be a noble person in my family. Shen Lao looked at Wang Yao with a smile.

"What's the matter, can Elder Shen take my brother to see the Su embroidery of the Shen family?" Mr. Ma raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Wang Yao didn't know what the Shen family's Su embroidery was, but he knew that Su embroidery was known as the first embroidery in the world.

"You always think about our family's Suzhou embroidery. Shen Lao smiled and shook his head, "When I have time, I will arrange for this little gentleman to play at home." ”

"Xiao Yao, you have to greet the old man from time to time, go to his house to see, quite go to the Forbidden City Cultural Relics Library, which is full of national treasures. Director Wu said with a smile.

"You two are really bad boys. Shen Lao shook his head with a smile, rolled up his hand, and looked at Wang Yao who bent down to write a letter on the case, Wang Yao's words made the old man's eyes light up.

Wang Yao did not have the contact information of Mr. Qigong, so he could only use this form of greeting by the way to explain the recent situation and the matter of this "Plum Blossom Roll".

Blowing dry the ink, putting the letter in the envelope and handing it to the staff, Wang Yao got up and saw three people staring at him, and scratched his head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's the first time I've seen someone who writes to Mr. Qigong alive. Mr. Ma smiled.

"Okay, let's continue shopping, and by the way, let Shen Lao tell us about those treasures. Director Wu motioned to the staff to get all the calligraphy and paintings done, and led Wang Yao and the others out of the room.

This Shen Lao is the honorary owner of the museum, in addition to those few treasures of the museum, there are dozens of cultural relics that are contributed by Shen Lao, there are many stories in them, and Wang Yao once heard about the 'revolution'.

When Shen Lao passed by a ceramic mandarin duck, he stopped, and Wang Yao saw faint tears in the old man's eyes.

"This thing was supposed to be a pair. The old man muttered softly.

Curator Wu and Mr. Ma were also silent, looking at the multicolored porcelain mandarin duck with complicated expressions.

When I left the museum, I also got a commemorative gift from Director Wu and left phone calls for each other.

"Who is this kid?" Seeing Wang Yao and Mr. Ma away, Shen Lao asked.

"I heard that he grew up in Hangzhou, and Lao Ma didn't want to say more, but I think that his identity and bearing will not be ordinary, at least in calligraphy, which is very high, and it is difficult for peers to find opponents. Director Wu said with a smile.

"So young, practice calligraphy from the mother's womb?" Shen Lao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't know, there are always some geniuses who don't have the same kung fu words as us, but they have an old relationship with Mr. Qigong, which naturally explains a lot of problems. Director Wu squinted slightly, "If this painting of Jin Nong is real, then on the day the museum opens, we will press the Pearl Museum, old man, you are indispensable." ”

"It's good that you young people have competition. Shen Lao pursed the corners of his mouth, "There were more good things, but I didn't keep it, it's a sin." ”

"It's not your sin, go, please drink, two bottles of Shaoxing rice wine came yesterday. Director Wu said with a smile.

"Mr. Ma. On the way back, Wang Yao couldn't help but ask curiously, "What does that revolution have to do with cultural relics?"

Mr. Ma came back to his senses and looked at Wang Yao, "As long as it has something to do with culture, it has something to do with that revolution." ”

Wang Yao frowned and listened carefully.

"I don't know how to say it, but when I talk about it, I have a complicated mood, especially if I'm a curio. Mr. Ma scratched his head and pondered, "Do you know why I run a museum?"

Wang Yao shook his head.

"I used to collect my favorites, but then I felt that I was happy, so it was better for everyone to be happy together, not to mention that these are treasures, the wisdom of predecessors, and the national representatives are ashamed not to take it out. Mr. Ma smiled, "At first, I also had a fun mentality, and I wanted to run a museum and get to know more friends from the antique shop, but later, it became a responsibility." ”

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows with some confusion.

"When the museum opened four years ago, all the people who came were foreigners and friends, and those from our country didn't even look at it. Mr. Ma laughed strangely, "You say this is also interesting, a fashion store next to it has a fashion show, and the people have sharpened their heads and drilled into it, but our ancestors' own things, but no one looks at them, it's really strange." ”

"Probably more curious about things abroad. Wang Yao whispered.

"Well, after all, the moon is rounder in a foreign country. Mr. Ma scoffed.

Wang Yao smiled and touched his nose.

"I got a table in the best place for lighting, where to read a book every day, and by the way, look at the people now, for more than two months, except for a few college students who came in, no one came in, oh, and a few of them asked for directions. Mr. Ma chuckled, "Until one day, a child who went to a small kindergarten came in with his mother's hand, because I placed a beastly faience at the door, and I officially received the first little guest." ”

Mr. Ma had a loving smile on his face, "The little guy doesn't understand anything, and he says everything he sees is beautiful, but it makes people happy." ”

Wang Yao blinked, and a little doll seemed to appear in front of him, looking at those literary toys with a smile on his face, which was indeed quite cute.

"The little one wrote a line on the message board as he left. Mr. Ma touched his chin, "I've been here and I'm very happy." ”

Wang Yao unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, as if he felt warmth.

"I guess I just learned to write, and the writing is crooked, but from that point on, I noticed that I seemed to feel a sense of responsibility. Mr. Ma's tone changed in vain: "Is it really so annoying to modern people that even children feel happy and like?"

Wang Yao's heart beat sluggishly, and he became inexplicably heavy.

"I realized that it's not that I don't like it, but that I don't have this awareness and concept, and people nowadays don't have the slightest concept of cultural relics, history, and ancestors, and they don't understand it. Mr. Ma's tone was sad, "So I think I have to let the next generation have this awareness, so that they can know that their own nation, their own history, and their own culture will be presented to them in this kind of object that is hundreds of years or thousands of years old." ”

Wang Yao's pupils shrank suddenly.

"I'm a little scared that if no one teaches them this awareness, will this people be forgotten in a few hundred years. Mr. Ma muttered softly.

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, his expression heavy.

"You want to know that history, I don't know how to tell you. Mr. Ma looked at Wang Yao calmly, and pointed to the West Lake passing by outside the car window, there was a wisp of cooking smoke in the direction of Feilaifeng, "Where, some people insisted on sabotage, thinking that it was the four olds, the teachers and students of a middle school in Hangzhou resisted desperately, and hundreds of children who were only fourteen or fifteen years old left a bluestone slab in blood. ”

Wang Yao's heart trembled suddenly, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"When Premier Zhou heard the news, he sent troops to set up 20 machine guns, and finally saved them. Mr. Ma's voice was a little erratic, and it sounded like a whisper.

That place is called Lingyin Temple.

One of the earliest ancient temples in the Dragon Kingdom, more than a thousand years, was almost destroyed.

"You say, why don't I run a museum?" Mr. Ma was silent for a long time, then turned his head to Wang Yao and smiled. (To be continued.) )