Gu Weijing recognized the work on the table.

Flowers are ten open.

Originally, it refers to a separate volume in the collection of fine works of flowers and birds by the late Ming Dynasty scholar Xiang Shengmo, which depicts ten kinds of flowers in full bloom, such as thousand-leaf peach blossoms, pomegranates, white peach blossoms, begonias, and lotus roots.

Ink and color on paper, light color and boneless.

Afterward.

When Chinese painters paint ten or even more than ten kinds of flowers in full bloom, they can also be called "Ten Flowers".

The difference with Ms. Tang Ning's "Hundred Flowers" is that the latter is a variety of flowers and plants blooming on a tree and a painting, and each flower in "Ten Flowers is a separate book, which is a collective name for a collection".

It is considered one of the most orthodox flower paintings.

Gu Weijing is no stranger, he has practiced painting this subject, and he has seen his grandfather paint a few times since he was a child. However, later this complete set of flowers and birds did not sell well.

Split it separately and sell it, and it seems to be a snake again.

So Old Man Gu gradually painted less.

Look

Recently, Gu Tongxiang has become ambitious again.

At this time, what is presented on the rice paper on the desktop is the picture of the peony in it.

This kind of gorgeous and graceful herb without complex focus and line changes is suitable for Lang Shining's technique to exert his expertise in Western method heavy color.

How so?

Gu Weijing seems.

is still Gu Tongxiang, who is familiar to him.

Familiar with the Chinese painting techniques of the first class of occupations, and the oil painting techniques of the first class of occupations.

However, the two are integrated and coordinated with each other with the skeleton of Western heavy color, and learn from each other's strengths.

The new way of creation, coupled with the experience of my grandfather who has taken most of his life's brushes, is very good.

The final visual effect is more refreshing to the audience than the idle second-order mid-section work.

It is estimated that it can also be equivalent to a single style painting of about Lv 5.5.

It's about novelty.

It's no wonder that the old man felt happy.

"It's okay indeed." Gu Weijing nodded.

"Is that okay? If you think it's good, you should praise it from the heart. How expensive these peony petals are. Look at the color, it's so beautiful. ”

The old man squinted his eyes and tapped the table with the back of his hand.

This grandson is fine.

Just one point, it may be because my parents have not been around since I was a child, and my personality is too boring.

Gu Tongxiang chewed the chrysanthemum with the root of his teeth, and expressed his opinion, "Let me tell you, Fenggu, Qinggui, don't think about it when painting peonies, it's gaudy and gaudy, don't say it, this flower should be painted a little more charming, vulgar, and then look festive." Peony is not a plum blossom, this kind of flower should not be painted withered and thin, the fatter and fatter the better, so that the audience will feel auspicious and prosperous when they look at it. ”

"Like Ngawang, raise your belly round, right?"

Ngawang was licking his tail on the edge of the sofa, too lazy to take care of the old man who thought he was humorous.

"Uh-huh."

Gu Weijing knew that his old man was in the excitement period of improving his skills, and his stomach was full of desire to be a good teacher, so he smiled perfunctorily.

"Grandpa, I'll talk about your painting later, I think you should want to see this, didn't you ask me to hand you a copy of the contract from Mars Gallery last week, saying that it was useful for Grandpa Wu to hold it?"

Gu Weijing held the scroll in his hand.

"Yes, Grandpa Wu is going to take it and shoot people. He also repeatedly confirmed that he wanted to make sure with me, that I did not make up the contract, and that it was a criminal offense to say that counterfeiting an official seal, until I showed him my artist page on the official website of Mars Gallery, and he reluctantly believed it. ”

I thought of an old chess friend opening the official website of the Mars Gallery.

Old man Wu looked at Gu Tongxiang's photos and homepage in the list of acting artists, and looked like he was about to draw away with envy and hatred.

Gu Tongxiang wanted to laugh proudly.

"Hahaha, you really should look at Lao Wu's jaw-dropping appearance, let's not blame him for not being knowledgeable, where can an ordinary painter in Yangon see such a tall thing! It's not that Grandpa Wu has a low vision, who made our grandfather and grandson too angry? Right......"

He couldn't help but brag a few words, and then looked at the scroll handed over by his grandson, a little unclear.

"I've already taken the copy, you are-" Old Man Gu touched his head.

"At that time, in addition to the contract, grandpa, you also asked me, can Professor Guan Lintao open a letter of recommendation during the weekly class?"

"Mainly, you have to see that it is inconvenient for Fang to open this mouth with Teacher Lin. Don't force it, I really don't think it's convenient, even if people think it's troublesome, you can find Mr. Sakai Issei. ”

Gu Tongxiang nodded vigorously, afraid that his grandson would annoy Lin Tao.

At the Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association, a copy of the contract of the Mars Gallery is already as convincing as the holy decree.

At present, the pressure of the investigation mainly comes from the fact that Gu Wei has passed the association's review materials - "in the international exchange project, he has made relatively outstanding contributions, protected the integrity of the restoration of cultural relics, and has been widely recognized by international experts." Therefore, the special membership qualification was obtained. ”

As for this comment, I do not contain water.

Just in case.

Old man Wu also hoped that they could provide more solid and powerful evidence, which could explain Gu Weijing's contribution and ability.

It would be more convincing if Professor Lin Tao could be asked to open a handwritten letter of recommendation and submit it.

The words of Old Man Cao's second disciple are more effective than Old Man Wu's broken mouth.

Professor Lin Tao agreed to the letter of recommendation, handwritten, and sent it by airmail in two days, but ...... I think maybe this thing is more useful than a letter of recommendation. ”

"More useful? The picture you draw is meaningless. Phew~"

Gu Tongxiang thought that his grandson naively thought that painting an excellent work would be convincing if it was submitted.

Spit the chrysanthemum root on the lid of the cup on the side.

He said angrily: "You still don't understand these bureaucracy, nonsense is the basic skill." The Yangon Painting and Calligraphy Association is different from the Marsh Gallery, it doesn't care if you paint well or not, even if Leonardo da Vinci hands over a painting and people want to fix you, it can be said that the painting is rubbish and does not reach the membership level. ”

He casually wanted to get the scroll, but Gu Weijing didn't let go.

"What, what a big baby, I'm reluctant to show it to your grandfather." Gu Tongxiang blew his beard.

"No, I'm thinking, grandpa, your blood pressure control is not very good, why don't you prepare some blood pressure medicine or something?" Gu Weijing let go of his hand and hesitated to suggest.

Cao Lao's handwriting is not a joke.

Gu Weijing didn't speak, because he was really a little worried in his heart, and his grandfather was like Fan Jinzhong, and he happily pulled it over.

"Huh? This scroll. ”

There is no need for Gu Weijing to remind him, when Gu Tongxiang took over, he was stunned for a moment.

A small calligraphy and painting shop like theirs will definitely not hire people to maintain and take care of the collections in the store like a gallery.

The labor cost alone is unaffordable at home.

Create, receive, contact painters, maintain customers, laundry and sweeping...... From the painter to the agent to the sweeping aunt, all the work is done by the shopkeeper alone, so he has to be a connoisseur in every aspect.

Gu Tongxiang just touched the scroll in his hand, and from the touch of his skin alone, he immediately realized that this framing was probably not the craftsmanship in their calligraphy and painting shop.

All the works in their store are mounted with industrial adhesives and hot melt adhesives in a special machine and heated flattening machine.

The material of framing is also known as silk or brocade, but this is actually the unspoken rule of framing shops to fool customers, the vast majority of small framing shops in Yangon, the so-called silk, silk, brocade, refers to actually "Han Jin", a certain imported chemical nylon material, and the traditional sense of silk and satin, half a cent has nothing to do with it.

And this scroll.

Gu Tongxiang knew from the touch of the hand that this was fine silk, and the wooden poles exposed on both sides were not wooden handles with two layers of nails in the paper tube core.

The shaft head is concave and the wood is deep.

It looks like it should be made of the inner core of the small leaf sandalwood, plus the traditional mortise and tenon structure to directly fit the detachable shaft by hand.

That's it.

If you change to his store, you can't say that you don't charge 500,000 kyats for materials.

Again.

Even if a customer took the money to frame it, Gu Tongxiang didn't have the confidence to pretend to it.

He used to be able to frame by hand, and even had good craftsmanship.

When I was a child, my elders painted, and women and children had to learn to dress and frame, and they would also take jobs outside to support the family. Framed three sheets, his mother bought him a popsicle to eat.

But now Gu Tongxiang has long stopped hand-mounting.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that three points of painting and seven points of mounting.

Although the effect of hand-mounted is better, but it is a technical work to teach eyesight and technique, sometimes it is necessary to cut the painting to cut the oblique, pull the crooked, or change the composition to leave blank, the customer is not satisfied, shouting to lose money.

If you are not careful, the effect of drying may not be as good as that of a machine-framed roll.

Their family and Old Man Wu bought a set of mounting machines.

I used a lot of money here, and I paid seventy percent of the money, and I also put it in my own store, and my neighbor needed to frame a big word or something, so I ran over to use it.

Both prepare their own materials, and the consumables are different.

"This craft?"

Silk silk bottom, dark solid wood shaft, silk head and yellow silk in front of the roll, belly back paper needs two layers of handmade paper......

If Gu Tongxiang guessed correctly, this is not an ordinary one-color outfit or two-color outfit, but a very particular method of Xuanhe outfit, because it was created by Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, so it is also called Song fashion.

"It's very particular."

Gu Tongxiang secretly praised.

He didn't want to show shallow circles under his eyes in front of his grandson, so he still barely managed to calm down.

"Heh, in your heart, your grandfather is just this determination? It's shallow, old man, I've come from the last century. I haven't seen any wind and waves. Do you think you can buy a pair of works that Master Sakai likes from the public plate of calligraphy and paintings? Well, it's pretty bullish, and that's worth boasting about. But once or twice can only be counted as luck, and your good eye is genetic. That is, I used to be in a hurry to change food, and your father also has to go to college. Otherwise, I used the small yellow croaker to exchange the missing calligraphy and paintings, and now I heard that there are a few expensive ones that can be sold for 100,000 US dollars. ”

More useful than Lin Tao's letter of recommendation?

Gu Tongxiang felt that he should have guessed eight or nine.

His heart was beating faster, blood was pouring to his face, and he was still untying the straps on the scroll in his hands, admonishing himself in his heart.

Don't panic.

Steady, steady, haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run, I haven't handled famous calligraphy and painting, I've always seen it with my own eyes in the art museum, and I must not fall in front of the juniors.

"It's not my work."

"Hey, I know. It's a blessing, thank you so much, teacher, you know how to dessert. Isn't it—"

"It's not Professor Lin's work." Gu Weijing added in a low voice.

"-ahem, huh?"

Gu Tongxiang's arm trembled, like a movie shot being played at 0.5 times the speed.

The old man's movement as he unfolded the painting slowly stopped, and even the unfinished words in his mouth were stuck in his throat, turning into two screams.

He slowly looked down at the scroll in his hand, and slowly twisted his neck to look at his grandson.

Gu Weijing looked at his grandfather's eyes and nodded twice gently and firmly.

Old Man Gu took a sharp breath.

Well, your grandfather admits that he hasn't seen the world.

Gu Tongxiang wrapped the scroll again, stuffed it back into Gu Weijing's arms, turned his head to examine his study, stared at the half cup of chrysanthemum tea on the desk and felt unstable, buckled the lid and put it on the windowsill.

Think about it and close the screen again, lock the window tightly, and finally close the curtains again.

It's not that Gu Tongxiang is cautious.

What if there happens to be a little sparrow outside rushing in to pull bird poop, and what if an alien sees the wealth and drives a UFO to rob his big baby!!

It's unstable just thinking about it.

Gu Tongxiang even wanted to drive Ah Wang away, looking at Ah Wang's straight teeth at him, he didn't dare to reach out to grab it after all.

"You hold the painting here and don't move, I'll go downstairs and take a blood pressure medicine and come back."

Gu Tongxiang turned his head and went out.

When I came back, I had a small bottle of fast-acting heart-saving pills in my hand and put it aside.

"Open it."

The old man was looking forward to it happily, he didn't do it himself, he rubbed his hands excitedly and told Gu Weijing.

Gu Weijing slowly unfolded the scroll.

"The pearl of luminous light doesn't have to come out of the Mengjin River, okay! You don't have to pick it in the Kunlun Mountain, good! Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, thousands of ravines compete for the stream, but they want to stand out. Good, good, good, good, good......"

Gu Tongxiang's eyes almost shot out two substantial rays of light, leaning back in the chair, his upper and lower lips trembled, and he couldn't stop saying yes there.

Especially when I saw the name on the tail of the scroll and the seal of the word [Cao Xuan].

The old man's eyes were red.

He is the same age as Lin Tao, a few years older, and he is basically the same generation.

Who in his generation didn't grow up listening to Cao Xuan's legend, and seeing Mr. Cao was like seeing an idol star.

When he was young, he painted, and he also fantasized about the scene of joining the master and climbing to the top step by step.

Who has never dreamed that he could be recognized and praised by Mr. Cao.

In the field of art, being able to get Cao Xuan's recognition is no different from the legendary deeds of immortals touching my top and receiving immortality, but this is not immortality, but a golden and immeasurable future avenue.

This scene in the dream really happened.

And the main character is his grandson.

Belch!

My grandson is out of luck!

(End of chapter)