"Oh, oh!"

Lao Yang's heart swayed when he listened, and he struggled to remember every word of Cao Xuan in his heart.

Yu Zhiding...... The most popular, painting Buddha Ding Guanpeng and painting the champion Tang Dai, slightly worse.

In terms of technique alone, relatively speaking, Lang Shining is not good enough.

He desperately and silently recited these statements.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

Different from the good deeds of later generations, often based on the size of the name and the market price, the list and collection formulas compiled by the Qing Dynasty, the top ten painters of painting, and the top ten court painters were selected.

Talking about painting.

Only by standing on the highest place.

At least it is on the same level as those famous painters to be qualified to comment.

This kind of green plum boiled wine, discussing the achievements and losses of the world's famous calligraphy and painting masters, has to be bold, and only the university inquirers can do it, and often only the personal disciples around the master, and people around him can be lucky enough to listen to the secrets.

Because there is a suspicion of offending people.

Even their autobiographies, documentaries, do not mention such details.

What you learn is what you earn.

"In this life, the old man doesn't have to be arrogant, the rules are two words, I did not do badly, I played children's skills when I was a child, and now I have practiced for 90 years, and the iron tree should also bloom. But because of this, it is stuck in the rules and regulations. A few years ago, I put down my pen and did it, but I can't say if I was able to jump out of the cage. ”

Cao Xuan shook his head: "The authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear, and the gains and losses between the vertical and horizontal brushwork are probably going to be commented on by future generations." ”

"Let's see."

Lao Yang didn't play clever, and he slapped the horse here.

Although the old man claims to be a fan of the authorities, the bystanders are clear.

But Lao Yang wouldn't think that he was qualified to be that bystander.

"You say, in the eyes of you, an outsider, who among my current apprentices has the highest talent and the greatest achievements in the future? Best for my successor? ”

Cao Xuan asked softly.

Lao Yang's breathing stopped, and his eyes were dark and difficult to see.

Shall I come and see?

This is a proposition that is easy to answer and not be able to answer, so you will stand on the wrong team.

Old Mr. Cao's unfathomable thoughts, his apprentices are probably crazy to know this answer.

In terms of honors and achievements, the oldest and the youngest, Lin Tao and Tang Ning, are half a pound and eight taels, the former is better than seniority, and the latter is better than value.

However, in terms of financial resources, the other three of the four disciples are not as good as the four apprentices Liu Ziming.

Among these people.

In fact, only the third senior sister Zhou Ming, who is second only to Lin Tao in age, is a little inconspicuous and does not show water, and has almost jumped out of the fight.

Lao Yang was very curious, if he revealed today's conversation in the study and Cao Lao's tone to that Mr. Liu, how much benefit would he get.

Lao Yang wanted to ask, how much money was the other party willing to spend, in order to make himself say a few words on an occasion like this?

1.8 million, you shouldn't be stingy.

Unfortunately, I can't ask.

"It can't be Little Brother Gu, right?"

Lao Yang didn't know what kind of strange thoughts he was thinking about, and the ghost made the god say the most bizarre and incredible, looking at the old man's appearance today, there didn't seem to be such an incredible answer.

"I'm talking about my disciple, for the sake of the scripture child, now it's not my disciple, the head hasn't kowtowed, the tea is not respected, how can I give the position to outsiders?"

Cao Xuan smiled.

The kind look on his face didn't look like he regarded Gu Weijing as an outsider at all.

Of course, I excluded him from our discussion today, not because he did not have this qualification, but because a painter under the age of twenty is like an ungrown baby in the traditional concept of the oriental painting profession. It is highly malleable and highly variable. If I pass away tomorrow, I will not be comfortable handing over all my painting inheritance to a child. ”

"It's not a good thing for me, for Weijing, and for other children. I'll have to look at his affairs for another five or six years before I can talk about it. ”

Cao Xuan's fingertips pinched a corner of "Wisteria Flower Picture".

"Of course, words can't be said to die, and if you can draw such a picture today, it can be regarded as a carp jumping the dragon gate. In this way, he had to be able to come up with three paintings that made my heart fluctuate. My position is for a child to sit, who dares not to be convinced? Cao Xuan added.

Lao Yang thought about it and said, "Then I ask myself, I think it should be Miss Tang Ning." ”

Cao Xuan did not object, nor did he immediately nod.

He slowly stretched out two fingers: "Twenty years." ”

"Twenty years?"

"Young Fengqing is in Lao Fengsheng, and if you want to take over my class, you can't be Yu Zhiding, so you have to be a Ding Guanpeng and Tang Dai." The old gentleman said softly: "Xiao Ning has the highest talent, and normally speaking, he will have to polish it for another twenty years, and maybe he will be able to do a good job in the Fadu article." ”

"Ziming's family background is the best, with a golden rank of jade, wandering red dust, very aura, not low heart, and his talent is actually not bad. But because of this, there is a little less concentration. Even at my age, whether or not I can achieve my painting skills depends on luck. ”

"Tang Ning and Ziming are two, one is poor in calm and the other is in concentration."

"Whoever of them can pierce this layer of window paper with great perseverance is qualified to bear the burden on me."

"It's Zhou Ming, the girl, who is the daughter of my deceased, and her talent and family background are just mediocre, but before Gu Weijing, among the few children, I feel the quietest one, a hard-working person, and the sky is not worth it. It's not really that there is no chance of catching up. ”

Cao Xuan did not mention the second apprentice Lin Tao.

If you can't quit drinking and can't keep your hands steady, it will be difficult for a painter in his sixties and seventies to climb higher in the future.

What do you do when you mention this "child" with bald hair?

"Anyway, they're waiting for me to make a decision, I'm waiting for a few kids, who can surprise me."

"Surprise?"

"One ...... A surprise like the "Wisteria Flower Picture". To summarize this painting again, the brushwork scale in this painting is average, but he paints with painstaking efforts, inks with the voice of his heart, moves with his heart, and walks with his spirit. At this point, it is a bit of a 'natural law'. ”

"Gu Weijing paints, and the best point of his painting is here."

"Before this shining point, the shortcomings of other techniques were only small sections. Zhu Jingxuan talked in "Catalogue of Famous Paintings of the Tang Dynasty" that the essence of the so-called excellent products is the four words of informality. This is not about technique, but about the artist's heart. Keep it up, my expectation for Xiao Ning is to make her the next unparalleled technique, the champion Tang Dai who painted the "Forty Scenes of the Old Summer Palace". As for Gu Weijing, I hope that maybe he can go further......"

"Become the next Yu Zhiding." Lao Yang's interface is just right.

"No, it's better than that, it's to be the next Gu Weijing." Cao Xuan smiled mysteriously.

"His painting is awesome, I kind of regret that I saw the picture first, not the actual painting."

At noon, after saying so many words, Mr. Cao seemed to be a little tired.

"Let Gu boys send the painting over quickly. In my living room, there is still a flower scroll to decorate. ”

Cao Xuan waved his hand.

"That's good." He stood up and sighed one last time.

"The master teaches well, and the students learn quickly, all of them are good. In my opinion, this is the inheritance of the teacher's way. Lao Yang said with a smile while cleaning up the photos on the table, giving a thumbs up.

Cao Xuan had already stood up and was ready to take a lunch break.

Hearing this, his expression suddenly became a little dazed.

Familiar.

Assistant Lao Yang just habitually licked it casually, but it happened to lick into Cao Xuan's heart.

It seems like many years ago......

It seems that in the Republic of China art criticism magazine "Hushe Monthly" founded by Zhou Zhaoxiang and Mr. Qi Baishi, there was a reporter's manuscript title, which was also roughly the same statement?

It's just that Cao Xuan at that time was not a master who taught by word and deed, but the student who was praised as an art prodigy later.

Cao Xuan imagined what his teacher would say if he could live to see a work painted by a child like Gu Weijing today?

"It's the opposite of the other, it's not exquisite. This painting is exquisite. ”

In his mind, the old gentleman who shaved his head in the late Qing Dynasty, wore a suit, and was pointed at as a fake foreign devil, but when he arrived in the Republic of China, he began to change back into a robe and a horse coat.

The teacher will definitely pat the folding fan lightly and comment like this.

In a trance, more than half a century has passed.

A new generation replaces the old.

Thoughts, thoughts

Cao Xuan's eyes turned red unconsciously.

The elderly man, the skin on his face was loose, the tension of his eyelids was low, and he couldn't hold back his tears, and a tear slowly slipped down the corner of Cao Lao's eyes.

This scene happened to be in the eyes of Lao Yang.

In a flash.

The assistant was shocked by a lightning strike.

The whole person became overwhelmed.

No matter how surprised he was just now, it was only for Elder Cao's super high evaluation of Gu Weijing.

Cao Xuan's own demeanor reaction was generally still expected by Lao Yang.

Even the old gentleman's gasping exclamation was heard in Lao Yang's ears.

He still has a little "I know this painting is amazing at a glance, no, even Cao Lao has to take a few breaths, Lao Yang, I'm awesome!" "Complex and dark.

But the current scene is no longer surprised, but ...... Afraid.

Why did the old man cry suddenly!

Cao Xuan, a master like an immortal and a Buddha, can he also hold back his tears?

But it's just a painting and calligraphy of the younger generation.

No matter how good the painting is, no matter how high the level is, even if it is higher than the sky, why is it so!

The little heart in Lao Yang's chest was pounding there one by one.

The poor assistant was directly stunned by Cao Lao's sudden reaction.

"Old man, what's wrong with you, old man, just look at a painting, it's not enough, it's really not enough, are you uncomfortable......"

Lao Yang hurriedly handed over two tissues, his eyes fell on Cao Lao's face, and he didn't dare to move them for a moment.

He's already rummaging through his pockets, looking for the quick-acting heart-saving pill he has with him.

Made up my mind.

Whenever the old man seemed to be overly emotional, he immediately called an ambulance.

"No, on the upper floor of my bookshelf, in the dark sandalwood box, there is an old record of drill needles, a traditional Peking Opera recording by EMI Records in 1935, a double-sided version."

Cao Lao was still sitting at the table, stunned.

He didn't take the paper towel handed over by Lao Yang, but ordered in a low voice: "You go and put it out, put the A side, be careful." ”

"Old man, I'll talk about other things later, otherwise I'll call a family doctor first......" Lao Yang looked at Cao Lao's state differently, and was a little relieved, so he suggested.

"I'm fine, go get it."

Cao Xuan's voice was soft, but his tone was unquestionable.

"Okay."

The assistant couldn't resist the old gentleman's temperament, so he had to obediently run to open the cabinet door of the study.

The old man's study has a set of old-fashioned record players for both use and listening, as well as a lot of various record collections.

From Sony's Golden Collector's Edition of Haydn's Clock Symphony to Henry Mancini's classic Dear Heart, there are also rock and English ballads from the 60s and 70s.

It's strange to say.

Lao Yang has the impression that, unlike many people of his generation, Mr. Cao Xuan is not a person who is very keen on traditional opera in Eastern Xia.

Occasionally, I bumped into the old gentleman listening to records, and most of them were English songs, but it was his second apprentice, Professor Lin Tao, who always liked to hum two sentences of "Shajiabang" or "Wujiapo".

I think of the old man's experience of studying in the West for a long time.

Lao Yang thought that Cao Xuan's music taste was more Westernized.

At this time, what old Peking Opera records do you suddenly want to listen to?

The assistant was puzzled, and the movements in his hands were not slow at all.

On the top of the bookcase was a small dark wooden box that was spotlessly clean, and a small brass lock with a delicate coat hanging from it.

The lock is only the size of a thumb and looks old, but it is not locked, and it seems that it is often taken out by the owner.

Lao Yang took off the box and opened it carefully.

There is an old-fashioned Peking Opera vinyl record inside, which is very chronologically printed with the EMI (EMI) trademark and the cover title of [Yang Xiaolou and Mei Lanfang's new old play "Farewell My Concubine", which is recorded by the British Oriental Bandai Record Company.

"Farewell concubine, this is a famous play. This is the original 1935 record? You're playing authentically. Lao Yang habitually praised it.

Old Peking Opera records are all treasures in the minds of ticket holders.

If anyone has the first drama record in Dongxia, the 1908 version of Tan Xinpei's "Selling Horses", they can exchange for a suite at auction.

By 1935, it was no longer uncommon for records to be in Beijing and Shanghai, but such a famous drama as "Farewell My Concubine" was still very collectible.

"This ......"

Lao Yang carefully put two of his big records into the gramophone, and then the whole person was stunned again.

This one, which was carefully collected by Cao Xuan and carried with him in a box, was not just a record.

After he took the record.

A page was sandwiched in a box, and the heavily exposed black and white photo was brought out.

(End of chapter)