"This painting...is really bad?"

At this time, Mr. Bei, who had been reading the newspaper, raised his head, put the newspaper aside, looked at the paintings on the table casually, and said very pertinently: "Actually, I think it's good too..."

"What's good, it's just garbage."

However, Grandpa Bei suddenly changed his face and scolded him angrily. Then he looked at Wang Guan and said in a low voice: "Young man, you don't have to wait for the picture to appreciate, because over the past twenty years, the author of the picture has not only not made any progress, but instead

Even the ability to paint was lost.”

"Dad, I'm busy with work," Bei's father whispered, feeling very aggrieved.

"ah……"

Hearing this, Solo Fei was stunned. He was not an idiot, so he naturally understood the meaning of his father Bei's words.

"Xiao Ye, isn't your father an editor-in-chief of the publishing house? Why did he become a painter?" At the right time, An Huanqingyuan's eyes flashed slightly, and she whispered: "Did you know it long ago?"

"have no idea……"

Bai Ye shook his head blankly, his eyes were a little surprised and happy, and he whispered: "I just saw a painting signed by Master Yanbo in my grandfather's study, and I thought it was my grandfather's friend or my own painting.

I didn't expect it was my father's work..."

"Hehe, would you be angry if Wang Guan said that if he didn't draw well?" An Huanqing gloated and said: "But now it seems that he has fully attracted a lesson, and some idiot is going to be in trouble."

At this moment, Solo Fei felt that he was not only unlucky, but also very tragic, and was simply ashamed of himself. Why was he so stupid? He should have thought of this level long ago...

After blaming himself, Tian Fei couldn't help looking at Fritillaria, and his heart was a little bit resentful that she hadn't reminded herself.

In fact, he can't blame others for flying alone, because when he comments on pictures, his eyes either look at the paintings or steals Bayes, and he doesn't turn his head to look at it. Otherwise, he will definitely see the hint of Fritillaria's blinking.

.

But it's too late to say anything now. Even if Bei's father is so arrogant, he feels a little unhappy when he hears Solo defamating his work as worthless.

In fact, it is the same. With Grandpa Bei's criticism, Bei's father was timid and quickly found a gap to stand up, sighed, "Oh, it's so late, I should go to work. Go solo, you seem to have it in the afternoon

Class, how about I'll give you a ride?"

In fact, soaring is driven by a car, so there is no need to carry Bei's father at all, but can he refuse? So what if he refuses? Is there still a chance for him to stay? So no matter how reluctant he flies solo, he can only nod at this time.

He smiled and said, "Yes, I have class in the afternoon, so I will say goodbye first. Goodbye Mr. Bei... Goodbye everyone!"

"Well, go slowly." Grandpa Bei smiled and said, "Teach and educate people well. Cultivate more talents for the motherland."

“Yes yes…”

Solo, with a bitter smile, and at the invitation of Bei's father, he slowly turned around and went downstairs and left this sad place.

"Dad, come back early in the evening for dinner."

At this time, Beiye smiled and said, feeling comfortable. His voice was a bit more cute and silly expression.

"knew."

Bei's father turned around, blinked slightly, and then went downstairs. Soon after, the sound of the engines of two cars came from outside the window. From strong to weak, gradually fading away.

At the same time, Grandpa Bei asked, "Xiao Ye, did you tell him that this painting is your father's work?"

"No, I don't know that my father can paint." Baye shook his head quickly.

"That's right. When you were sensible, he had never touched the brush." ​​Grandpa Bei nodded slightly and said, "And even if he told him that this painting was your father's work, most people would definitely not be able to tell that it was Xue Hongshou's.

Style. Young people, very good.”

"Thank you Grandpa Bei for your praise." Wang Guan said humbly: "You still need to learn more."

"It's better not to be arrogant or impatient." Grandpa Bei praised and sighed, "When it comes to masters such as Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Fu Baoshi, Guan Shanyue, etc., most people are familiar with them, but

When it comes to Hongsou, many people are confused. It is rare to be able to understand his paintings so well."

"The main reason is that the publicity is not effective. In fact, the industry insiders respect Master Huang Binhong very much. The price of his works in the auction is not inferior to Daqian and Shiraishi and several masters."

Wang Guan smiled and said, "In the history of painting, there is a saying of Southern Huang and Northern Qi. Northern Qi naturally refers to the old man Bai Shi, a master of flower and birds, while Southern Huang is the master of landscape Hongsou. The two are ranked side by side by side in the art world, which shows Master Huang Binhong's

The achievements are extraordinary and are widely recognized by the industry. However, they became famous relatively late, and their popularity among the public is not as high as that of the old man Shirashi."

"But both are symbols of longevity."

At this time, Yu Feibai smiled and said, "Old Baishi is 93 years old all year round, and Hongsou died until he was 90 years old. In terms of artistic achievements, both of them are knowledgeable and talented. Old Baishi is not to mention painting,

All seal carvings are excellent, and Hongsou is not only good at landscape paintings, but also has great achievements in calligraphy."

"That's right, I once heard Hongsou say that calligraphy is the source of his brush and ink and painting, and it almost accompanied him throughout his life." Grandpa Bei said softly, his thoughts also floated a little, as if he was trapped in memories.

"Grandpa Bei, have you ever met Hongsou?"

Wang Guan and Yu Feibai were a little surprised, but I guess that Huang Binhong passed away in 1955. Grandpa Bei should have been in his teens and twenties at that time. It should not be surprising to have seen Huang Binhong himself. But listening to Grandpa Bei's tone,

The appearance of Huang Binhong seemed to be very familiar with him, which naturally made the two of them feel a little surprised.

"Haha, not only have I seen it, but I have a lot of relationships."

Grandpa Bei smiled, with a little proud expression: "Do you know the Guoguang Society of China?"

"Of course I know that it is a publishing house founded by Hongsou, which specializes in photocopying calligraphy, painting, copybooks, gold and stone, seals, etc.." Yu Feibai was a little surprised and said, "Old man, should you mention this?..."

"I used to be the apprentice!"

Grandpa Bei said proudly: "When Hongsou edited the painting collection, I also helped organize the manuscripts."

"The old man's opportunity is really enviable." Yu Feibai praised repeatedly.

"Haha, mainly because Hongsou is peaceful and friendly. When he returned to Hangzhou in his later years, he made a special trip to visit us old employees." Grandpa Bei said excitedly: "By the way, you wait a moment and let you see something..."

While speaking, Grandpa Bei got up and walked downstairs.

When Grandpa Bei left, the atmosphere in the hall not only did not relax, but instead became a little nervous.

Because at this time, Fritillaria, who had been eyeing her, finally found the opportunity to speak. Before she even spoke, she had an invisible aura that pressed towards Wang Guan.

"you……"

Baye's mother looked up and down, her eyes filled with scrutiny: "What kind of work are you doing?"

Wang Guan felt a little nervous and held his breath and replied: "Prepare to open a company and do some small business."

"Open a company?"

Fritillaria frowned: "You have a lot of money in your family?"

"No, my parents used to work in the government office, and now they have retired." Wang Guan shook his head and said clearly that he was definitely not a second-generation ancestor.

"Auntie, Wang Guan is very awesome." An Huanqing said with a smile: "Yesterday... no, it should be this morning that he earned four or five million..."

"What?" Beiye's mother was shocked. Just when she was about to ask clearly, Grandpa Bei came back. He saw a long box in his hand and slowly walked over.

"Grandpa, what's this?" Baye hurriedly greeted him, took the box and placed it on the table.

"Baby, I have been collecting my treasures for many years." Grandpa Bei smiled and gently lifted the long box. He saw a scroll and several slightly yellowed photos inside.

"Look, this one is Hongshou!"

At this time, Grandpa Bei carefully took out a few photos and placed them on the table one by one. Then he pointed to an old man with a thin body, gray beard and a gentle smile on his face and said, "This is the 1950s,

Our photo."

Wang Guan and Yu Feibai nodded repeatedly and asked clearly which one was Grandpa Bei. Seeing his youthful appearance, there was definitely a lot of praise.

While flattering the old man, Yu Feibai's eyes were not idle either, he glanced at the scroll in the box. After a long time, he finally couldn't help asking: "Old Bei, this thing is..."

"This is the painting that Hongsou gave me."

Grandpa Bei smiled happily, took out the scroll more carefully, and then slowly spread it out. Before the scroll was laid out, Yu Feibai couldn't wait to get closer and look at it, and saw a picture of distant mountains and near water in the painting.

The mountains and rivers are deep and majestic. They are rendered with thick ink, which is very dark and dense. The water is outlined by white space, with real and full of reality, and the color and ink are integrated into the mountains and rivers.

The meaning exudes a different charm.

"Okay, it's so well drawn."

After looking at it for a moment, Yu Feibai was amazed.

"What's the good thing?" Grandpa Bei asked with a smile.

Yu Feibai did not talk about the thickness of the brush and ink, or the structure and layout of the drawing, but pointed directly at a small house on the mountain in the painting and chuckled: "Fortunately, this house."

"Huh?" Grandpa Bei was a little surprised: "What's the point of saying this?"

"It's a big deal."

Yu Feibai smiled and said, "Someone told me to identify Master Huang Binhong's calligraphy and paintings, and not look at the characters, because Hongshou's inscriptions are best imitated and are easy to fake."

"Which angle should we look at it from? " Grandpa Bei asked curiously.

"It's this house." Yu Feibai smiled and said, "The house painted by Master Huang Binhong looks like a boat and will shake. If the house looks like it is shaking, then it must be the original work of Master Binhong. If it is lying there, it must be a fake.

…”

"I have never heard of this."

Grandpa Bei observed with interest and saw that the house on the painting was just a few lines and did not deliberately outline the building. However, from the overall layout, the house was indeed like a moving boat...(

To be continued)
Chapter completed!