I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

Then there are the steps of mixing pulp, supporting the back, attaching to the wall, adding strips, mounting the silk, adding, adding signatures... and so on.

Such a complex process is purely manual, and a week is indeed fast.

This is also because modern technology is developed and many materials are easy to make. Otherwise, in ancient times, it is very normal for a painting to be mounted for half a year.

After listening to the old man's explanation, Lin Xian and Zhang Mengyao were able to speak loudly.

Gained knowledge.

Zhang Mengyao raised her eyebrows and asked worriedly, "This should be expensive, right?"

It sounded extremely complicated, and it was purely hand-framed, so she felt that the cost should not be cheap.

This painting was a birthday present given to her by Lin Xian, and she was going to pay for it herself.

Who would have thought that the old man shook his head and said with a smile: "No money! According to the rules of Wenfangzhai, there is no charge for such a good calligraphy and painting. All you need is Mr. Lin Xian to leave a piece of work."

This rule is quite interesting, but I always feel that I am at a loss.

According to the logic of the old man, what could make him fancy, at least it is a master-level painting.

And a master's ink work is obviously valuable.

Seeing his expression, the old man said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin Xian, he will never lose."

Zhang Mengyao flashed her big eyes and asked curiously, "Boss, so you should have many authentic works of masters, right?"

"Of course, I'll show you."

The old man was in a good mood, stood up and walked behind the screen.

Lin Xian and Zhang Mengyao immediately followed.

Going around the screen, I saw a table with a simple shape, placed in the center.

There are various framing tools on the table, which should be a workbench.

On the wall behind the workbench, there are seven or eight paintings.

The old man took a big mouthful of his tobacco pouch, pointed to a pair of ink paintings, and introduced: "This is Mr. Zhang Daqian's painting from his early years. I was only in my early twenties at that time, and time flies, decades have passed in a flash."

The whole painting is very simple, and only a few strokes outline a landscape painting.

It can be seen that this is a random work.

But even if it is a casual work, there is a sense of agility, and the mountain stream seems to be flowing slowly.

As expected of a master, really powerful.

After sighing with emotion, the old man pointed to another painting and introduced: "This is Mr. Huang Junbi's painting in his later years, and this should be regarded as his masterpiece."

The name Huang Junbi is estimated to be unfamiliar to many people.

Although he is not as famous as Mr. Zhang Daqian, his ink painting skills are not low. He is a master of modern landscape painting.

When he was young, together with Zhang Daqian and Pu Xinshe, he was known as the Three Families of Crossing the Sea.

He even went to Spain with Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, Qi Baishi and others to exchange ideas with Picasso.

After a series of introductions, they are all works of masters.

Even Lin Xian couldn't help but stunned.

Good guy, according to the current prices of these master calligraphy and paintings, these calligraphy and paintings together are worth tens of millions.

Tens of millions of calligraphy and paintings are just hanging in such an inconspicuous framing shop, and it is estimated that no one will believe it.

Chapter 6 Embarrassing?

The old man also has a big heart, so he hangs it in the store like this. What if he is stolen at night?

After appreciating the calligraphy treasures left by the masters, the old man said with a smile: "These calligraphy treasures are the foundation of my study, Mr. Lin Xian, don't you mind giving me a little more of the foundation, right?"

"Okay, then it's a shame!"

Lin Xian is not a hypocritical person either. Since the store has this rule, and the boss sincerely invites him again and again, he doesn't want to spoil the fun.

Besides, the fact that one's own works can be juxtaposed with these masters also shows that one's own level is recognized.

Seeing his promise, the old man said happily: "Essay writing, calligraphy and painting are acceptable."

Essays, originally writing is the most convenient.

But Lin Xian was learning hard pen calligraphy, which seemed a bit inconsistent, so let's draw a picture.

After putting down the painting bag and taking out the drawing board and painting tools, Lin Xian held the brush and fell into contemplation.

What to draw?

Seeing him meditating, the old man and Zhang Mengyao remained silent and did not bother him.

Looking around the environment in the store, Lin Xian's eyes finally fell on the calligraphy of the masters on the wall.

There is.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xian's mouth, and the brush in his hand landed on the drawing paper without hesitation.

...

After half an hour.

Lin Xian stopped the paintbrush in his hand and said with a smile, "It's a shame!"

Seeing this, Zhang Mengyao and the old man immediately stepped forward and looked at the drawing board.

On the drawing paper, there is a picture of green bamboo.

The whole painting doesn't give a great feeling. If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be quite satisfactory.

That's right, it's mediocre.

Lack of spirituality and artistic conception, any person who has studied Chinese painting for more than ten years can easily draw it.

Zhang Mengyao frowned slightly, she felt that Lin Xian's painting was too casual and somewhat perfunctory.

After taking a few glances, the old man extended his thumb and praised: "Mr. Lin Xian is amazing!"

incredible?