Su Hua followed Gu Zhengrong to his collection room.
Because antiques are delicate, they have very high requirements for temperature and humidity.
Therefore, Gu Zhengrong's collection room has always maintained a constant temperature and humidity.
The collection is amazing.
Not only wenwan, calligraphy and painting, jade, but also bronze, iron, gold and silver, metal coins, enamel, enamel, Tang Sancai, etc.
Gu Zhengrong took out his painting "The Picture of the King Sending His Son Off".
I don’t know where he got it from, the painting is very old.
It is dilapidated and in need of major repairs.
Most people really can’t cultivate it.
Only then did Su Hua know that if she was asked to identify whether it was genuine or not, and if she was asked to repair the painting, it would be genuine.
She picked up the painting and looked at it carefully.
Looking at the painting style, the charm, and the painting techniques, it is indeed Wu Daozi's style.
He is good at painting with simple lines.
Every thread meets the requirements of expressive modeling, and every thread is full of rhythmic beauty. This is a thread that combines the achievements of previous generations and is innovative.
This style cannot be imitated by future generations.
Su Hua raised her head and said to Gu Zhengrong: "Looking at the painting style and technique, it is Wu Daozi's authentic work. Later generations cannot paint it so perfectly."
Gu Zhengrong's eyes showed faint surprise, "Can you repair it?"
"Yes, but the degree of damage cannot be repaired in one or two months. I am now repairing at Fan's house, and his house has more work. After repairing his house, I have to go to Tang's house."
That means you have to queue up.
Gu Zhengrong understood and said kindly: "There's no rush, I can wait. I don't worry about others doing it."
"Thank you Uncle Gu for trusting me so much."
Su Hua looked up and saw the two paintings she had previously given to Gu Jinyao. They were framed and hung on the main wall.
Bada Shanren's, one load and one bird.
The feeling of loneliness and coldness came over my face.
It has Gu Zhengrong's collection seal stamped on it.
Seeing Su Hua looking up, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked over, "I like these two paintings very much. Jin Yao told me that the painter was a twenty-three-year-old girl. I was so surprised. This painting skill
, this amount of effort, without the skill of twenty or thirty years, would definitely not be possible."
"Thank you Uncle Gu for your appreciation."
"How is your handwriting?"
"I have practiced Song Huizong's Thin Gold Body."
"Then write a few words for me?"
Su Hua said generously: "It's embarrassing."
Gu Zhengrong found a writing brush and handed it to Su Hua.
Su Hua recognized this pen. It was an imitation of the imperial pen made by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. It had excellent toughness.
Gu Zhengrong pointed to the inkstone on the desk, "I have already ground the ink for you. I got up early in the morning to grind it."
The rice paper is also laid out.
Su Hua took the pen, rolled up her sleeves, dipped it in ink, and began to splash the ink.
I saw that her wrists were moving flexibly, and her whole body was calm and composed, swish, swish.
Half an hour later, I had finished writing on a piece of rice paper about one meter long.
It is a part of Song Huizong's "Meng Fang Poems".
Gu Zhengrong looked at the word carefully, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help praising: "What a beautiful 'crane body'! It has endless charm, excellent grace, every word is in the center, bending gold and breaking iron, and the writing power is amazing! Better than me in writing
Much better! I have been practicing hard for forty years, but I am not as good at writing as a little girl like you. It seems that there is such a thing as talent."
Su Hua smiled and said, "You are always over the top."
Gu Zhengrong looked up at her, his turbid white eyes sparkling, "I like you so much, little girl. No, I must bring you and my son together."
Su Hua was slightly embarrassed, "Uncle Gu, that day in the hospital, I deliberately made my ex-father-in-law angry. I couldn't take it seriously."
"My son is really good. He has done business, he can hold a gun, and by the way, he plays the flute very well. Although he is a bit dull, a person with this kind of character is affectionate and single-minded. Once he likes someone,
, it will never change in a lifetime.”
Su Hua's back was sweating, "Mr. Gu is very nice, but I have a lover."
"who?"
"My ex-husband."
Gu Zhengrong was disappointed, but he was not discouraged, "When you are completely separated, you must consider my son."
Su Hua couldn't help but compare him with Gu Aoting.
The more they compare, the more they dislike Gu Aoting.
How great would it be if Gu Zhengrong was Gu Beixian's biological father?
By the time they came out of the collection room, it was already dark before they knew it.
Gu Zhengrong enthusiastically stayed with Suhua for dinner.
The dinner was very sumptuous, but they were the only ones eating.
Gu Jinyao was in China, Gu Huajin was on a business trip, and Gu Zhengrong's wife was clearly upstairs, but she didn't come down.
However, Gu Zhengrong didn't let anyone go up and call her.
During the banquet.
Gu Zhengrong kept picking up food for Suhua.
He obviously has a very indifferent temperament, but when he entertained Su Hua, he was very enthusiastic.
The servants who were helping with the dishes were shocked, thinking that their master had taken the wrong medicine.
After eating, Gu Zhengrong stayed with Suhua to drink tea.
Su Hua declined because she couldn't sleep after drinking tea at night.
He is really the most enthusiastic person she has ever seen in this industry, and he is on par with Hua Tianshou.
Su Hua misses her master very much.
On the way back, I called Master.
Gu Zhengrong finished his work and returned to the bedroom.
He saw Liu Wang sitting in front of the window, his back to him, motionless.
Gu Zhengrong asked: "Why didn't you go down to eat just now? The kitchen has left food for you, go and eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"I asked the servant to stew the bird's nest. You can go down and have a bowl of bird's nest."
"I'm not hungry!" Liu Wang's voice suddenly rose twice.
"What's wrong, is this?" Gu Zhengrong looked puzzled, walked up to her, pulled her shoulders over, and found that her face was full of tears.
He pulled off the paper and helped her wipe it off, "Okay, why are you still crying?"
"I said Jinyao can't be with Su Hua, why do you still bring her home? You just don't take me seriously."
Gu Zhengrong suddenly realized it, and the smile lines at the corners of his lips deepened, "So it's because of this. I have a painting that needs to be repaired. It's too damaged and no one else can repair it, so she has to repair it. I asked her to come to my house to have a look."
"You guys had a great time chatting."
"I really like that girl. If she can't be my daughter-in-law, I can just take her as my goddaughter."
Collectors all have an occupational disease. When they see something they like, they want to keep it around. The same goes for people.
Liu Wang reminded: "She is a living person, not a collection."
Gu Zhengrong put his hand on her shoulder, "Why do you reject Su Hua so much? The little girl is quite nice."
Liu Wang kept a straight face and said nothing.
Gu Zhengrong frowned and thought for a few seconds, then asked in a suspicious tone: "Is it possible that Jinyao is Gu Aoting's son?"
"No!" Liu Wang's mood suddenly became intense and he denied: "Jinyao is my son, and his father has died long ago!"
"Then you and Gu Aoting..."
"Gu Aoting is my enemy." Even after so many years, Liu Wang still gritted his teeth with hatred when thinking of that man, unable to calm down.
Gu Zhengrong frowned, "Do you hate him because of your love?"
"No, I only hate him."
Gu Zhengrong remembered that ten years ago, she accidentally drank too much and strangled him by the neck in the middle of the night, almost strangling him to death.
What he shouted was "Gu Aoting".
From then on, he slept in a separate room with her.
And she never drank again, and never mentioned Gu Aoting again.
Until now.
Staring at the woman with red eyes, Gu Zhengrong couldn't help but become more curious about what happened between her and Gu Aoting.