It may be that he inherited Fan Wenjun's artistic cells, Fan Qisan also has a very high understanding of wood carving art, and under Fan Wenjun's strict requirements, his craftsmanship has improved rapidly.

One day, in the carving room, Fan Wenjun said to his son: "For wood carvers, this wood is alive, wood carving is spiritual, you need to show the beauty of the moment through fine carving, combine soft lines and textures, and integrate the colorful world into this carving, you have made a lot of progress in this aspect, but it is only to meet the basic requirements." He went on to say: "Wood carving is an art, art has a soul, so how to make a piece of wood carving have a soul? This requires artistic conception and inspiration, through a knife and a knife, carve your own feelings and thoughts into it, such a wood carving will feel lingering, unfinished, thought-provoking." Of course, a gentleman is a gentleman, and he is born from the truth. You need to continue to improve the basic level of carving, the grasp of artistic conception and the capture of inspiration are not something that can be done overnight, and it requires long-term experience and precipitation. ”

At this time, Fan Wenjun, in fact, has been out of the blue, "wood carving heart" is mainly about how to show the artistic conception, just like the ink painting, how to plan the layout, how to think about the painting in general, biased towards the macro overall control, and Fan Wenjun on this basis, go deep into the microcosm, through the careful capture of the real scene, with a very fine knife technique to re-realistic the scene at the same time, better show the artistic conception, this is like a fine oil painting, not only has a super realistic ability, but also can show a deeper connotation through colorful and fine depictions.

In the early days of reform and opening up, the pursuit of art, the pursuit of perfection Fan Wenjun did not get rich like other wood carving bosses, he did not pursue money, nor did he pursue fame and fortune, for him, his life was given by others, every day in this world is a gift. However, he is like a glittering jewel, this riverside town can not hide his light in any way, Fan Wenjun's fame has spread to Zhongnanhai, across the ocean, more and more people come to admire, it is rumored that one of his wood carvings has become a gift to foreign heads of state.

In the past ten years, people have become richer, there are more people with aesthetic ability, and the wind of collecting is becoming more and more popular. Due to the long engraving time and the extremely low output, several guests often come to compete for a board, and the price often rises to hundreds of thousands of yuan, or even millions of yuan.

is rich and rich, but Fan Wenjun has always been dressed in simple scores, and the money donated is countless. He believes that if he hadn't met a good person like Master since he was a child, he would have died early; if he hadn't begged all the way from Dali to here, he would have starved to death if he hadn't had a good person like his parents-in-law to rescue and adopt; if he hadn't had a good person like his parents-in-law to rescue and adopt, he would have frozen to death on the side of the road. Therefore, he should be grateful, and he should donate the excess money to help more people in need.

In fact, he is already a multimillionaire, but he just doesn't want to. It turned out that after opening a wood carving shop, he used the money he earned all year to look for his favorite plank, and finally one day he bought a huge good board. In order to retain inspiration, he deliberately built a pavilion in his home, made boulders, rockeries, flowing water, grass and trees, fixed this wooden board in the pavilion, in order to prevent the wooden board from being wet by rain, he spent money on the pavilion to install curtains and sunshade cloth. Whenever he had spare time, or when inspiration struck, he ran to the wooden board and carved it carefully, and this moment was five years. This huge wooden plank, five years later, has become a huge and exquisite picture of the girl practicing the song, the girl on the picture is Xiangyu, she is wearing a Bai costume, her arms are naturally open, her fingers are bent like orchids, and her head is slightly raised to look at the bird on the tree, the roots and feathers of the bird are very realistic. A thin ray of sunlight shone behind her, as if her cheeks were red, and her slightly open mouth seemed to be singing, and her eyes looked intently, as if she was imagining that she was standing on the stage. In the pattern, the leaves on the tree seem to be gently blown by the wind, and then the grass on the ground, as well as the corners of Xiangyu's clothes and sideburns, also move with the wind. Every line is so soft and smooth, every scene is so realistic and expressive, and the girl in the center is so beautiful and refined, like a shining fairy activates the whole picture.

It is said that a Taiwanese collector could not bear to leave after seeing it, and offered 10 million yuan to buy it, but Fan Wenjun said that this was his painstaking work, integrated into his soul, just like his own life, no matter how much money he would not sell. In desperation, the merchant had to re-select a piece of wood carving and left.

More than sixty years have passed, and now, Fan Wenjun has become an eighty-two-year-old old man, and one day, Xiangyu's soul actually attached to Jingyun's body, asking him why he deceived her. Yes, for Xiangyu, he has indeed deceived her for so many years.

One morning, in the pavilion in the courtyard, Fan Wenjun looked at the wood carving affectionately and said sadly: "Xiangyu, I'm sorry for you, we said that we will never be separated, you wait, I will go with you." More than half a century later, he still remembers the sentence in the cell back then, and said it word by word. After speaking, he lifted the brush and wrote in the blank space reserved on the right side of the wood carving: "Mid-Autumn Festival osmanthus in August, the guest house on the road is desolate, the small bridge is flowing with osmanthus flowers, and I think about it day and night." This is exactly the lyrics that Xiangyu sang when they met for the first time. After writing, he knelt down motionless and clung to the wood carving.

"Dad, Dad!" Fan Qisan noticed that something was wrong and pounced at once. But it was too late, Fan Wenjun had already left peacefully, and finished his life with tears in the corners of his eyes and a smile on his face, and a generation of wood carving masters was so far away.

His son Fan Qisan, is the word "Xiangyu" a sum each? Less is a loss, does this imply, he owes Xiangyu? These are no longer known, and they are no longer important, and all love, hatred, and hatred have ended with his departure.

Flowers bloom and fall like a dream,

Fate comes and goes, fate is like the wind.

Who is it, huddled in the corner of memory, licking sorrow alone? Who is it, the hoarse voice, echoing in the bleak night sky? Who is it, composing the thousand years of loneliness into a swan song? The love that no one understands, the unbreakable heart lock, the tired heart floating in the long red dust, may finally find a home.