Hua Qishan finally arrived in Nanhua in the second week of July. As for whether they travel at public expense, only they know, but these people are obviously not short of money. The group of old men also went out with a few young apprentices, who were actually just entourages who helped with the luggage. The group arrived at Nanhua Airport on the 15th, and they took a short rest in Xiyuan in Pingnan, where Nanhua received leading figures.

Two of the Eight Immortals, Hua Qishan and Lou Xu, found Chu Jiguang before dinner, and the three immortals met again after many years. After the dinner, the three of them left the others aside, found a teahouse at night to make a pot of Longjing, asked someone to pour several times the sake, and held another dinner to talk about the previous troubles.

In fact, many years have passed, Hua Qishan has served as the president of the National Society of Chinese Painting, and now holds the title of professor in the North University; Lou Xu once served as the chairman of the National Art Association, and now holds the title of professor in Qing University, and their daughter is married to a provincial governor and a military commander. Old man Chu felt that it was really difficult to talk to them.

Talking about investment, Old Man Chu inadvertently asked if there was a way to make money, and Lou Xu talked about his relatives who had invested in real estate in the Fifth Ring Road, and they had invested 50 million yuan in partnership. There will definitely be no loss in investing in real estate in big cities, and if Chu Lao wants to invest in him, he can help him.

"Fifty million!" Old man Chu smacked his lips, and he made up a fraction of his bankruptcy, and did not continue to talk.

Talking about politics, Old Man Chu complained that the country obviously had cheap cane sugar, why he didn't use it himself, and had to sell it to other countries, while his own sugar was imported from the United States at a high price. Hua Qishan jokingly said that it was a "national strategic policy".

When it comes to academics, Old Man Chu is just a depressed teacher who trained amateur youth before he retired. After entering the nursing home, he played chess and hummed small songs with others. If you discuss painting skills, it must be no problem, but when it comes to new terms such as "Thousand Red World Art Exhibition" and "Beautiful New World Art Exhibition", Old Man Chu has to stop cooking.

Fortunately, the two old friends reacted quickly, and began to talk about old things when it was their turn to speak, and asked Old Man Chu to talk about the current situation when it was their turn to speak, and resolutely did not talk about things that Old Man Chu would not know.

Nothing was said all night.

The next morning, everyone came to Pingnan Primary School according to the itinerary.

Principal Ping came to the school gate early to wait for this group of old people with the name of "Beijing brand". He was taken aback when he saw that Old Man Chu was also in that group of people, and secretly said that Old Man Chu usually acts as an expert, and it turned out that he was really a big name. When the secret monster asked the old man Chu at the beginning, the old man explained dishonestly.

At this time, the school gate was very deserted, and only a few teachers and guards were used to receive them. If it is placed in the usual school month, there will definitely be two rows of students with red scarves standing at the entrance of the school, waving hydrangeas like waves from the ten meters in front of the door to the first turn in the school, shouting "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!" Shameful mouth.

Now is the holiday period, everything can only be simple, and students pay money to study interest classes, not to have a welcome ceremony. At this time, the accompanying teachers who were connected to be were all patched together with their surnames, and Li Qihua was also among them.

The old men of the Beijing brand turned a corner with the principal, and were stunned by a long wall painting in front of them. It's not that they haven't seen the hundred-meter-long wall paintings, but those wall paintings are more graffiti on the walls than wall paintings. If you compare it to the wall painting in front of you, they can only be called "paint on the wall". Those lines scribbled on the walls are just a flamboyant surname to the author, and they are all shit in the old man's grave seriousness.

However, the wall painting in front of me is very different, it is about 100 meters long, 2.4 meters high, the whole mural is integrated, the picture is lifelike, each soldier has his own expression, from the expression seems to be able to see a variety of different thoughts. The people immediately carried their backs, the horses stood on the banks of the river, the spears pointed at the sky, and the swords flashed with cold light. They either die for military orders, or die for ideals, or die for their brothers, or die for themselves...... All kinds of ideas, and so on.

The scenery is meticulous!

Background, red clouds from the sky!

Prospects, waves swallowing people!

A group of old men with deep painting skills couldn't help but be shocked.

I walked around from the end of the wall three times, and most of them retreated from the wall to the school road, and then from the school road to the track and field, and finally took in the whole large wall painting. I used to guess what the wall painting was from the photos, but when the real thing was actually in front of me, it was still unbelievable.

"It's really a ?!! drawn by students" Professor Hua asked his friend. It is hard to imagine that the author of this painting was a student, and he was under the impression that only a foreign artist with pigtails and a short stubble could paint such a majestic painting. But these artists apparently don't bother with China's "Battle of Red Cliffs" and prefer to paint "Waterloo" or "Civil War." Even if they were willing to paint, they would not have painted such a majestic and delicate painting.

"Hehe, it was painted by a student." Chu Lao replied with a smile.

"A student drew it?!" Professor Lou asked.

"One student drew it, I watched it with my own eyes, and thousands of students can testify to it."

Looking at the wall paintings, the students and teachers in Pingnan who have accumulated bit by bit may be nothing.

The old men saw from the photos that the picture slowly blended together, in fact, it was only a record of the painting of 5 meters in it. However, what is presented in front of their eyes at this moment is a complete 100-meter painting! You can see the texture of the armor up close, and it's even more amazing to see the entire wall painting from a distance!

"What's the name of this?" At the end of the painting, there is only the signature of [limu]. Ordinary oil paintings do not require the author's signature, for fear that the overall structure of the painting will be destroyed if you are not careful, but no matter which painting will have its own name.

"Super Ang and Fearless - The Battle of Red Cliffs: The End" ......" The corners of Old Man Chu's mouth couldn't help twitching when he called out the title of this work. At first, he argued with Riki for several days over the name.

"Why is this so weird?" Hua Qishan, the former president of the Chinese Painting Society, wondered.

"I heard that there are two more works—" Lou Xu, the former chairman of the Art Association, cares more about the other two works than the name.

"Please follow me." The headmaster leads the way.

Along the school road, they were brought to the flowers behind the teaching building, and a masterpiece stood behind the Leilei flower pot, revealing wisps of golden light from the gap between the flower branches and the iron door. Principal Ping opened the iron door with the key that had been prepared, and the old men couldn't wait to pour into the flowers and admire the brilliant painting with golden light.

"This! What a wonderful painting! ”

"The Gleaners' - Panorama ???"

"It's unimaginable! Who can tell which of them is the original! Did Miller cut out part of the mural, or did someone remelt his painting? ”

If the previous painting gave them the feeling of "subtlety", then this "Gleaner" is "magical". The whole mural is perfectly combined with Miller's 830mm*1110mm work. It's like giving the author of this painting a branch and leaf, but he painted the whole tree, and the painting is so natural.

It's almost as if the author and Miller were sitting together, sitting in the same position and observing the same scene!

It's just that Miller ended up painting a work that was one meter long and wide, while another author painted a giant painting that was 100 meters long!

There is no drama scene, and there is no need to whitewash the autumn harvest too much. The picture extends from the original book to 17 peasant women, with a busy crowd piling up high stacks of wheat on the right. The peasant woman who gleaned the ears wore bulky wooden shoes, and her body was muscular, not beautiful, but elegant. They humbly bent down and searched the earth for scattered, surplus food. This unpretentious wall painting is in the most natural-looking, universally used horizontal composition.

The figures wear red, blue, and yellow hats, and their clothes are mainly gray, and the golden ears of wheat on their hands attract the attention of the old man.

"――Who knows that Chinese food is hard work." Standing in front of this picture, an old professor unconsciously sighed for yesterday's banquet, especially the rice wine in the cup.

Ale wine, Wuliangye, rice wine, which one is not brewed with a large amount of grain? The surname Suo now produces a lot of food, and it doesn't hurt to waste it at all. If it was during the Three Kingdoms period, in the era of cannibalism, the dignitaries and nobles made a "good thing" of "eating meat in large pieces and drinking wine in large bowls", then it was really a sin for the common people!

It is obviously a static picture, but the movements of the peasants are coherent and orderly. The faces, which had been hidden from the original, are re-revealed in this wall painting, and the meticulously depicted expressions show the patience, humility, and loyalty of the peasants. The gleapers bow their heads reverently to the land, their dignified waists bearing the burden of survival.

"Wonderful, wonderful—"

"Classics, heirlooms......"

"If this painting is lit up, who would dare to say that Chinese painters can't paint abstract paintings, they can only paint sketches and ink?!"

The Art Association, the Art Committee, and the Art Research Association all praised this "Gleaner", and the painters who were eager to see this work did not know that this painting was rubbed by Limu according to the projection given by the system. And Limu is just going to leave Nanhua for a period of time today, and the group of people who came to Nanhua to play missed him.