"This painting...... Really bad? ”

At this time, Bei Father, who had been immersed in reading the newspaper, raised his head, put the newspaper aside, looked at the paintings on the table at random, and said very pertinently: "Actually, I also think it's good......

"What's good, it's pure rubbish."

However, Grandpa Pei suddenly changed his face, reprimanded him angrily, then glanced at Wang Guan and said lightly: "Young man, you don't have to wait for the appreciation of the picture, because in the past twenty years, the author of the picture has not only not grown at all, but has even lost the ability to paint." ”

"Dad, I'm not busy with work." Father Pei whispered, feeling very aggrieved.

"Ah......h

Hearing this, Shan Fei was dumbfounded, he was not an idiot, so he naturally understood the meaning of Father Bei's words.

"Xiao Ye, isn't your father the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, how did he become a painter?" At the right time, An Huanqing's round eyes flashed slightly, and she whispered: "Did you already know?" ”

"I don't know ......"

Baye shook his head blankly, his eyes were a little stunned, but also a little happy, and whispered: "I just saw a painting signed by Master Yanbo in Grandpa's study, and I thought it was a friend of Grandpa, or a painting of Grandpa's own." I didn't expect it to be my father's work......"

"Hehe, could it be that Wang Guan said that if the painting was not good, you would be angry." An Huanqing gloated: "But now it seems that he has fully attracted the lesson, and a certain idiot is going to be unlucky." ”

At this moment, Solo Fei felt that he was not only unlucky, but also very tragic, and he was simply ashamed. Why are you so stupid, you should have thought of this layer a long time ago......

Blaming himself, Shan Fei couldn't help but look at the mother-of-pearl, and felt a little strange for why she didn't remind herself.

In fact, Solo Fei can't complain about others, because when he is commenting on the pictures, his eyes are either looking at the paintings. Either they were stealing bay leaves and didn't even turn their heads to look at them. Otherwise, he would have seen the mother-of-pearl's wink.

But it's too late to say anything now, even if Father Pei has the strength, but hearing that Shan Fei has devalued his works as worthless, he feels a little unhappy.

In fact, it is also true. Under the bitter criticism of Grandpa Pei. Father Pei was resigned, and hurriedly found a gap to stand up, and sighed: "Oops, it's so late, I should go to work." Flying solo, you seem to have a class in the afternoon, how about I give you a ride? ”

In fact, the solo flight came by car, and he didn't need to be transported by Father Pei at all, but could he refuse? Even if you refuse, what can you do? Does he still have a chance to stay? So no matter how reluctant Shan Fei was, he only nodded at this time and said with a forced smile: "Yes, I have classes in the afternoon, so I will leave first." Goodbye Pei Lao...... Goodbye, everybody! ”

"Well, walk slowly." Grandpa Pei smiled and said, "Teach and educate people well." Cultivate more talents for the motherland. ”

"Yes Yes ......"

With a bitter smile, Shan Fei slowly turned around and went downstairs at the courtesy of Father Bei, leaving this sad place.

"Dad, come back early in the evening for dinner."

At this time, Baye smiled and said with a comfortable mood. The voice has a little more rare coquettishness.

"Got it."

Father Bei turned his head, blinked slightly, and then went downstairs. Soon after, the sound of the engines of two cars could be heard outside the window. From strong to weak, gradually moving away.

At the same time, Grandpa Pei asked, "Xiao Ye, did you tell him that this painting is your father's work?" ”

"No, I didn't know my dad could paint." Baye shook his head hurriedly.

"That's right, when you were sensible, he didn't touch a paintbrush." Grandpa Pei nodded lightly and said, "And even if you tell him that this painting is your father's work, ordinary people will definitely not be able to see that it is the style of Xue Hongsuo." Nice, young man. ”

"Thank you, Grandpa Pei, for the compliment." Wang Guan was very humble and said: "I still need to learn more. ”

"It's better not to be arrogant or impatient." Grandpa Pei smiled approvingly, and at the same time sighed a little: "Speaking of which, when it comes to masters such as Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Fu Baoshi, Guan Shanyue, etc., most people are more familiar, but when it comes to Hongsuo, many people are at a loss. It's rare that you know so much about his paintings. ”

"The main reason is that the publicity is not effective, in fact, people in the industry have great respect for Master Huang Binhong. The price of his works at auction is not inferior to that of Daqian and Shiraishi. ”

Wang Guan said with a smile: "In the history of painting, it is known as the saying of the Southern Yellow and Northern Qi. The Northern Qi naturally refers to the old man Baishi, the master of flowers and birds, and the Southern Huang is the master of landscapes, Hongsuo. The fact that the two are juxtaposed by the art world shows that Master Huang Binhong's achievements are extraordinary and widely recognized by the industry. However, he became famous relatively late, and his popularity among the people is not as high as that of the old man Shiraishi. ”

"But both of them are symbols of longevity."

At this time, Yu Feibai said with a smile: "Old man Baishi died at the age of ninety-three, and Hongsuo also died at the age of ninety. In terms of artistic achievement, both were erudite. Needless to say, the old man Baishi is meticulous in painting and seal carving, and Hongsuo is not only great at landscape painting, but also very successful in calligraphy. ”

"That's right, I once heard Hongsu say that calligraphy is the source of his brushwork and painting, and it has accompanied him almost all his life." Grandpa Pei said softly, and his thoughts were a little fluttering, as if he was caught in a memory.

"Grandpa Pei, have you seen Hongsuo?"

Wang Guan and Yu Feibai were a little surprised, but it is estimated that Huang Binhong died in 1955, and Grandpa Pei should have been in his teens and twenties at that time, and it should not be strange to see Huang Binhong himself. But listening to Grandpa Bei's tone, it seemed that he was very familiar with Huang Binhong, which naturally made the two feel a little surprised.

"Hehe, not only have I seen it, but it has a lot to do with it."

Grandpa Pei smiled, his expression a little proud: "Do you know the Shenzhou Guoguang Society?" ”

"Of course I know, it is a publishing house founded by Hongsuo, specializing in photocopying calligraphy and paintings, calligraphy, gold and stone, seal scores, etc." Yu Feibai was a little surprised: "Old man, you mentioned this, could it be ......?"

"I used to be an apprentice there!"

Grandpa Pei said proudly: "When Hongsuo was the editor-in-chief of the painting collection, I also helped organize the manuscript. ”

"The old man's fate is really enviable." Yu Feibai praised again and again.

"Hehe, the main thing is that Hongsuo is peaceful and kind, and when he returned to Hangzhou in his later years, he also made a special trip to visit our old employees." Grandpa Bei said with great interest: "By the way, you wait, let you see something......"

While speaking, Grandpa Pei got up and walked downstairs.

When Grandpa Pei left, the atmosphere in the hall not only did not relax, but became a little more tense.

Because at this time, the mother of pearl, who had been eyeing her, finally found a chance to speak, and before she even spoke, she had an invisible aura that pressed towards Wang Guan.

"You ......"

Baye's mother looked up and down, her eyes full of scrutiny: "What do you do?" ”

Wang Guan felt furious in his heart, and replied with bated breath: "I'm going to start a company and do some small business." ”

"Start a company?"

Mother of pearl frowned: "Your family is very rich?" ”

"No, my parents used to work in government agencies, and now they are retired." Wang Guan shook his head and said, making it clear that he was definitely not a second ancestor.

"Auntie, Wang Guan is very powerful." An Huanqing smiled and said, "Yesterday...... No, it should have been this morning, and he made four or five million ......"

"What?" Baye's mother was startled, and when she was about to ask for clarification, Grandpa Bei came back, only to see him holding a long box in his hand and slowly walking over.

"Grandpa, what is this?" Baye hurriedly greeted him and took the box and put it on the table.

"Baby, the treasure I've been collecting for years." Grandpa Pei smiled, and then gently opened the long box, only to see a scroll and a few slightly yellowed photos inside.

"Look, this is Hongsuo!"

At this time, Grandpa Pei carefully took out a few photos, put them on the table one by one, and then pointed to an old man with a thin figure, gray beard, and a gentle smile on the photo and said, "This is a group photo with us in the 50s." ”

Wang Guan and Yu Feibai nodded again and again, and asked clearly which one was Grandpa Pei, seeing his appearance when he was young, he must have praised him.

While flattering how handsome and chic the old man was back then, Yu Feibai's eyes were not idle, and he aimed at the scroll in the box on the side. After a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Pei Lao, ......what is this thing?"

"This is a painting that Hongsuo gave me."

Grandpa Pei smiled happily, took out the scroll more carefully, and then slowly spread it out. Before the picture scroll was paved, Yu Feibai couldn't wait to take a closer look, only to see that the painting was a picture of distant mountains and near water.

The mountains and rivers are deep and magnificent, rendered with thick ink, very black and dense, and the water is outlined by leaving blank spaces.

"Okay, that's a great drawing."

After looking at it for a moment, Yu Feibai was amazed.

"What's so good?" Grandpa Pei asked with a smile.

Yu Feibai didn't talk about the shade of brushwork, or the structure and layout of the picture, but directly pointed to a hut on the mountain in the painting and chuckled: "Fortunately, this house is good." ”

"Huh?" Grandpa Pei was a little surprised: "What's the point of this?" ”

"It's a big head."

Yu Feibai smiled and said: "Someone told me that to identify Master Huang Binhong's calligraphy and paintings, don't look at any words, because Hongsuo's inscription is best imitated, and it is easy to fake." ”

"Which angle is the most accurate way to look at it?" Grandpa Pei asked curiously.

"This is the house." Yu Feibai smiled and said, "The house painted by Master Huang Binhong is like a boat, which will shake." If the house looks like it's shaking, then it must be the real work of Master Binhong, and if it's lying there, it's definitely a fake......"

"I've never heard of such a statement."

Grandpa Pei observed with great interest, and saw that the houses on the painting were only a few lines, and he did not deliberately outline the buildings, but from the overall layout, the house did look like a moving ship...... (To be continued)

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