Chapter 407：

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

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

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

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

Gain insight.

Zhang Mengyao raised her eyebrows, and asked a little worried: "This should be expensive, right?"

It sounds complicated, and the mounting is purely hand-made. She thinks the cost should not be cheap.

This painting is a birthday present from Lin Xian. To mount these, she is going to pay for it herself.

The old man shook his head and smiled: "No money! According to Wenfangzhai's rules, if you encounter such a good calligraphy and painting, there is no charge, you only need Mr. Lin Xian to leave a piece of work."

The rules are quite interesting, but I always feel like I am losing.

According to the old man's logic, he is attracted by at least master paintings.

And the ink works of a master are obviously valuable.

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

Zhang Mengyao flashed her big eyes, curiously said: "Boss, you should have a lot of authentic masterpieces, right?"

"Of course, I will show you."

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

Lin Xian and Zhang Mengyao immediately followed.

Going around the screen, you can see a simple table in the center.

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

And on the wall behind the workbench, there are seven or eight calligraphy and paintings

The old man took a big mouthful of a big pipe and pointed to a pair of ink paintings and introduced: "This is Mr. Zhang Daqian, a painting left in his early years. I was only in my early twenties. Time flies, and decades have passed in a flash."

The whole painting is very concise, a few strokes outline a landscape painting.

It can be seen that this is a casual work.

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

It is indeed a great master.

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

The name Huang Junbi is probably unfamiliar to many people.

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

When he was young, together with Zhang Daqian and Pu Xinshe, he was called the three families of Duhai.

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

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

Even Lin Xian couldn't help but be speechless.

Good guy, according to the current prices of these masters' calligraphy and painting, these calligraphy and paintings add up to be worth tens of millions.

Tens of millions of calligraphy and paintings are hung in such an inconspicuous framed shop, and no one believes it.

Chapter 6 Awkward?

The old man's heart is also very big, just hang in the store, what if he is stolen at night?

After appreciating the calligraphy left by the masters, the old man said with a smile: "These calligraphy are the foundation of my study room, Mr. Lin Xian, don't you mind giving me the study room and adding a bit of background?"

"Okay, then show your ugliness!"

Lin Xian is not a hypocritical person either. Since they have this rule in the store and the boss has repeatedly invited him, he doesn't want to be disappointed.

Besides, the ability of my own work to rank alongside these masters does not also indicate my level and recognition.

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

An essay, originally writing is the most convenient.

However, Lin Xian learned hard pen calligraphy, which seemed a bit contradictory, so let's paint a picture.

After putting down the drawing bag and taking out the drawing board and painting tools, Lin Xian held the paintbrush and fell into deep thought.

What should I draw?

Seeing him pondering, the old man and Zhang Mengyao were silent and didn't bother him.

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

Yes.

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

...

After half an hour.

Lin Xian stopped the paintbrush in his hand and said with a smile: I'm showing my ugliness!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Mengyao and the old man leaned forward and looked at the drawing board.

On the drawing paper, a picture of green bamboo.

The whole painting doesn't feel very good. If you have to use one word to describe it, it is quite satisfactory.

Yes, it is quite satisfactory.

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

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

After looking around for a few times, the old man extended his thumb in praise and said, "Mr. Lin Xian is amazing!"

Awesome?