Chapter 1732 - 1733: A Calm Heart

October 18, 2015, Lin Xian

"I am writing a letter at the Focus Pavilion on Purple Gold Mountain, sending it to my girlfriend Zhang Mengyao. Happy Birthday to you.

When I saw this line, I glanced at the calm heart of the girl in the painting.

However, there was a feeling of envy and jealousy.

The old man was right. Art is ordinary and knows no borders.

Truly beautiful things, even if from a different culture, can be appreciated for their beauty.

Some paintings, after a glance, are quickly forgotten.

However, some paintings remain deeply memorable, reminding us of life.

Obviously, this painting belongs to the latter.

The lady hesitated for a moment, and finally she said, "I want to ask you two,

can this painting be transferred?"

Transferring ownership?

Lin Xian and Zhang Mengyao were stunned and turned their heads.

I just want to be a hero in silence. The main topic of the fifth chapter is to leave calligraphy!

The lights in the previous store were too dim. I couldn't see the features clearly, but I felt they were beautiful,

with a gentle temperament.

At this moment, Lin Xian felt that this lady's eyes were familiar, her eyes were clear,

a bit similar.

Could this be Mu Wanqing's mother?

Of course, Lin Xian also guessed randomly. He didn't say it out loud. Otherwise, it would be awkward if he misidentified the person.

Zhang Mengyao rejected without hesitation: "Sorry, this painting is not for sale.

"What a pity.

The lady smiled, did not continue to entangle, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

She was well-educated, her speech and behavior were gracious,

which made Zhang Mengyao feel a bit awkward. She felt her words were too harsh,

so she explained: "This is a birthday gift from my boyfriend. Anyway, I don't know

if it will ever be sold."

The lady looked up, smiled, and said: "It's okay. I was too abrupt.

If it were me, I wouldn't sell it either."

"If you're busy, I won't disturb you."

Afterwards, the lady turned to the wooden shelf and continued selecting ink stones.

Zhang Mengyao squinted and asked: "Boss, can you mount it?"

"Yes, of course you can mount it!"

The old man nodded and cut the tape.

"Will it take much longer?" Zhang Mengyao asked.

The old man replied: "Suited up, it's easier. It'll take about a week."

"That long?"

Zhang Mengyao was stunned.

She initially thought mounting a painting would take at most an hour or two, but didn't expect

it would take a week.

Seeing her expression, the old man explained: "Quickly. If you take it to another

shop, it's impossible without ten days to half a month. Of course, if you want to mount it with a machine,

it's okay, it'll be done in half an hour."

This old shop sells handicrafts.

Zhang Mengyao didn't understand the intricacies, so she asked curiously: "What's the difference?"

"The difference is huge!"

The old man turned his mouth and said: "As the saying goes, three parts painting, seven parts mounting. If a picture is mounted well,

it not only enhances the mood of the painting, but also extends its life."

For example, existing antique books and paintings can survive tens of thousands of years.

Nowadays, besides the good maintenance of collectors, the most important thing is the art of mounting.

If you want to mount a painting, you're not just finding a frame and putting it in.

Before mounting a painting, you need to observe the original painting, understand its posture and mood,

and then choose the appropriate material to make the frame to achieve the painting's temperament.

Then comes the adjustment table, back, wall, strips, silk, label, etc.

Steps.

Such a complicated process, all done by hand, really takes a week very quickly.

This is because of modern science and technology advancements, many materials are easy to make. Otherwise, it would take half a picture to replace.

The old man's heart is big, so he hangs it in the store. What if it's stolen at night?

After appreciating the calligraphy works left by masters, the old man said with a smile: "These calligraphy works,

are the details of my study. Mr. Lin, you don't mind telling me more details,

do you?"

"Alright, then let's be embarrassed!"

Lin Xian was not a hypocritical person. Since the store had such regulations, and the owner was sincere,

he didn't want to spoil the fun.

Moreover, if you can juxtapose your work with these masters, doesn't it mean your skills are acknowledged?

Seeing his promise, the old man happily said: "Composition can be written with words and paintings."

The article, originally writing was the most convenient.

But Lin Xian diligently studied brush calligraphy, a bit against the law, so he decided to paint anyway.

Putting down the art bag, taking out the board and painting tools, Lin Xian held the brush and pondered.

What should he paint?

Seeing him in meditation, the old man and Zhang Mengyao said nothing and didn't disturb him.

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

about calligraphy.

Yes

Yun Ye had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the brush effortlessly fell on the paper.

Half an hour later

Lin Xian stopped his brush and said with a smile: "I'm deluding myself!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Mengyao and the old man immediately approached to look at the drawing board.

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

If you had to use one word to describe it, it would be

ordinary.

That's correct. It's okay.

Lacking spirituality and mood, anyone who has studied Chinese painting for more than ten years can easily paint it.

Come

Zhang Mengyao frowned slightly. She felt Lin Xian's painting was too casual, with a certain derivation of applied value

meaning.

But the old man, after looking for a few seconds, gave a thumbs up and said: "Mr. Lin Xian is impressive!

Yes

Great?

What's the matter?

Zhang Mengyao was puzzled. She always felt the old man was in a dilemma

Excellent. Those who don't understand the art of this painting naturally can't see it.

Seeing her expression, the old man smiled and explained: "Young lady, I wasn't exaggerating.

"Really?"

Zhang Mengyao tilted her head slightly, looked closely a few more times, but still couldn't see the brilliance on the ground.

Plaza

So she couldn't help but ask: "Lin Xian, what's special about this painting?"

Lin Xian muttered to himself.

It was not easy for him to accept, otherwise he would become an Empress selling melons praising her own goods.

"Mr. Lin Xian's painting's subtlety lies in using Western oil painting techniques to paint

in the style of Chinese ink wash painting."

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded behind the three of them.

Looking around, they saw a lady standing behind them, beautiful and happily

appreciating the painting.

Afterwards, she looked at Lin Xian and smiled, saying: "Mr. Lin Xian, I wonder if my analysis is correct?"

"This lady has exquisite taste!"

Lin Xian smiled and praised.

Indeed, he used a very novel painting method, using Western oil painting techniques, to paint

a typical ink wash painting.

Don't think this is easy.

You know, oil painting and ink wash painting are two completely different genres.

In painting, the various techniques of the Immortal are depicted as pure blue and pure fire

High Realm.

Rarely seen, a female painter wanted to buy a piece of work.

But after hesitating for a long time, she finally gave up

Ordinary people can't see Lin's clothes, but she can.

The clothes on their entire bodies add up to at least a million. Does someone like this lack money?

Clearly not.

And she and Lin Xian didn't know each other, let alone talk about feelings.

After listening to the lady's explanation, Zhang Mengyao suddenly realized.

The old man appreciates the painting.