Portable Museum

"Uncle Yuan is coming? Great!" Yang Yeming stood up excitedly.

"With you here, he must come! If you want to write a letter in hand, Mr. Yuan Bo may complain that I arrange the tour exhibition in July, and the time interval is too long." Zhang Junping said jokingly.

He also noticed that although the person in front of him was a genuine Wenzhou native, he was also a man of love.

He is not a man of temperament, and he will not ruin his family and business to donate money and materials to the country to support the War of Resistance.

"Ha ha!
it is good!Old He, bring a pen and paper! "Yang Yeming was also impatient, and shouted directly to the door.

"Master, the brush and ink are ready!" After a while, the old man in a short shirt came in holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

First spread the felt cloth on the Eight Immortals table, and then spread the rice paper on the felt cloth, and then stand on one side and start grinding ink.

After Lao He had studied the ink, Yang Yeming picked up the brush, took up enough ink, and wrote a letter with sincere words.

Zhang Junping looked at it from the side, and thought to himself: No wonder he and Qi Gong are inseparable. It turns out that both of them are good at calligraphy, and plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums have their own merits.

"A little bit of square is water, but empty picks are words, there is no left bank on the cotton head, and the chuo (chuo) circles (rao) to the east of the Que... This cursive script of Mr. Yang has won the essence of Wang Xizhi's cursive script Ah!" Zhang Junping applauded and praised.

"My clumsy handwriting made me laugh!" Yang Yeming put down the brush, but Lao He wiped his hands with a towel and said with a smile.

"Old Yang is qualified to start a sect!

When I turned around, I also asked Mr. Yang to take a few paintings of calligraphy, and take them to the traveling exhibition as treasures for the town exhibition! "Zhang Junping said respectfully with a smile.

"I don't dare to say that. I just like to write a few strokes when I'm free. I'm in a foreign country, and I can only write calligraphy to remind me where my roots are!" Yang Yeming shook his head with a bitter look on his face. smile.

Being a stranger in a foreign land must be uncomfortable.

Western politicians who talk about human rights all day long have started racial discrimination, and one is worth ten.

Chinese abroad are not even second-class citizens, they can only be regarded as third-class or even lower.

When the country is not strong, they can only report to the group to keep warm.

When the country is strong, their life will be slightly better.

"It will get better in the future! Our roots will become stronger and stronger!" Zhang Junping said with certainty.

The more people he came into contact with and the more things he experienced, Zhang Junping's thinking mode gradually changed.

This may mean that if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world.

To benefit the world does not mean taking out one's own money and distributing it to the people of the world.

It's a change in thinking mode. I used to think about how to make money and how to live my life comfortably.

When he first crossed over, Zhang Junping wanted to collect all the good things in the world, and put all the antiques he saw and heard into his museum space.

Gradually, Zhang Junping felt that this kind of thinking was too narrow, and this was definitely not the meaning of the existence of the Portable Museum.

Perhaps, it is the meaning of the existence of the portable museum to let the traditional crafts that were about to disappear in the long river of history regain their brilliance and gain new life.

"Little friend, I have an unfeeling request. I wonder if I can keep the calligraphy?" Yang Yeming stopped Lao He's movements and looked at Zhang Junping with a smile.

To make friends through literature, it is natural to show off your skills.

Yang Yeming's cursive letter just now showed his calligraphy, and now it's Zhang Junping's turn to show it.

"Okay! Then this junior will show his ugliness!" Zhang Junping was not hypocritical either, just relying on the dozens of regular scripts on the greeting card was not enough to win respect.

Hearing Zhang Junping's words, Lao He quickly spread the rice paper on the Eight Immortals table.

Zhang Junping took a large Langhao brush, which took up enough ink, without licking the brush, and directly raised the brush to paint, letting the ink drip on the rice paper.

Hook and click, move the brush like a knife, and after a while, a towering mountain peak like a cloud appeared on the rice paper.

This is an independent mountain, proud of independence, straight into the sky, with white clouds floating on the mountainside, intertwined with the white snow on the top of the mountain, and the high mountain is hidden.

This is the scene in the painting from Yang Yeming's perspective.

From the perspective of Lao He, it seems that what Zhang Junping painted is a towering tree, with clouds floating halfway up the trunk, and lush branches and leaves looming in the clouds.

However, from Zhang Junping's point of view, what he wrote was one character, a big root character.

After finishing the painting, Zhang Junping changed to a medium-sized Langhao and began to write poems.

The wind and rain in Bayuan are fixed, and the geese are seen frequently in the evening.

Fallen leaves of trees from other lands, people alone in the cold lamp.

White dew drops in the empty garden, and the lonely wall is next to the wild monk.

I have been sent to lie in the suburbs for a long time, when will I send this body?
Presented to Mr. Yang Yeming on the day of Wuchen and the month of Jiwei in the year of Jiwei.

Zhang Junping.

"Good! What a towering and straight mountain, the momentum is compelling.

Xiaoyou's cursive script really makes me ashamed!
The old man learned nothing from Wang Xizhi, but the little friend learned from Dong Qichang but got the essence. "Yang Yeming praised loudly.

After hearing Yang Yeming's words, Lao He was a little surprised: Master, is this vertigo?This painting is clearly a towering tree, why do you say it is a mountain peak?Is there something here that I don't understand?
This should be!
Old He thought to himself, but didn't dare to say anything.

Zhang Junping didn't say anything, just smiled modestly and said: "Mr. Yang is too famous, as the saying goes, Xiao He is also defeated by Xiao He. I'm too similar, and it's not a good thing.

Su Huang Mi Cai, Xing Zhang Mi Dong, I have studied them all, but I just don’t have anything of my own. "

"Haha! Little friend, don't worry, at your age, being able to imitate the calligraphy of senior calligraphers to this extent is already an extraordinary talent.

With the increase of time and experience, one day you will break through the shackles of previous calligraphers and create your own fonts.

At that time, you will be the first calligraphy master in modern history. "Yang Yeming laughed loudly.

"You're too much!" Zhang Junping was just modest.

After exchanging skills, the two sides became more acquainted. Lao He removed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, made tea again, and sat down to talk.

Both of them were knowledgeable people, and they chatted more speculatively. They chatted at Yang Yeming's house for a long time, and they had lunch at Yang Yeming's retainer before leaving.

Zhang Junping was riding a bicycle, leisurely, leisurely driving on the road.

Over there, after sending Zhang Junping away, Yang Yeming said with emotion, it is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead, and one wave is stronger than the other.

"Old He, where is Zhang Xiaoyou's calligraphy and painting just now, let me appreciate it again!" Yang Yeming thought of Zhang Junping's calligraphy and painting just now, and suddenly became interested, and told the housekeeper Lao He.

"Master, I put the calligraphy and painting in the study just now, and I'm going to frame it later." Old He replied with a bow.

"Oh! I'll appreciate it first, and then frame it! Mr. Baishi has successors!
This little friend is young, and his contribution to painting is no less than that of Mr. Baishi. "Yang Yeming said enviously.

After entering the study, Yang Yeming picked up the rolled up calligraphy and painting, and opened them carefully.

"Ah!" Yang Yeming was stunned for a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Put the calligraphy and painting on the table, rubbed his eyes, and opened them again to look.

"This········
Lao He, are you sure it is this calligraphy and painting? "

"Yes, master, there is only this unframed calligraphy and painting in your study." Lao He nodded him affirmatively.

Yang Yeming frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly thought of the legend, put the painting on the desk, and turned to the other side to look at the painting.

The pattern on the paper turned into a towering solitary peak again.

Yang Yeming suppressed the surprise in his heart, and turned in another direction, and the pattern on the painting suddenly turned into a towering tree.

Look at the ridge and the side into the peak!
Looking at mountains is not mountains, and looking at water is not water.

The legend is true!
After thinking about everything, Yang Yeming smiled wryly and shook his head: "Shame on me! Old He, I am ashamed today, sir, but it's a big shame.

It's ridiculous, I was still secretly laughing at this little friend, just like his master Mr. Baishi, he doesn't understand poetry.

This ancient poem does not match the pattern on the painting.

Now, it seems, I am the one who is less informed. "

After feeling a lot of emotion, he returned to the front again, staring at the big characters on the painting, his eye circles suddenly turned red.

"root!

What a root word!
Old He, we are all rootless people! "Speaking Yang Yeming burst into tears.

One word by Zhang Junping was written in Yang Yeming's heart.

His father was originally a scholar, but was framed and loaded onto a ship, and became one of the 180,000 laborers who climbed out of the dead.

After finally surviving the end of the war, because of his good performance on the battlefield, he was awarded a medal by the president, and only then did he gain a foothold in Paris.

These years, step by step until today, how much suffering, how much suffering, how much injustice they have encountered, only they know.

"Master, we have roots! China is our roots!" Old He said in a low tone.

"Yes! China is our root! It's time to go back and have a look!" Yang Yeming sighed.

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As soon as Zhang Junping returned to the hotel room, he received a call from the front desk telling him that someone named George would call him and ask him to call him back when he came back.

Hearing this, Zhang Junping was overjoyed. It seemed that the matter of the Earl's Manor was settled.

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the phone and started dialing.

The call was still answered by a woman with a nice voice, probably the secretary.

It's just that I don't know if it's a secretary with a job as a secretary, or a secretary with nothing to do as a secretary.

Soon, George Fairburn's voice came over the phone, "Dear Zhang, I've already settled the matter for you about the Earl's Manor! Don't forget, two imitations!"

George Fairburn did not forget to remind Zhang Junping at the end.

"Just right, I drew two imitations yesterday, and you will send someone over to take them away later." Zhang Junping laughed.

"That's the painting? Wait a minute, I'll get it myself in a while! I'll take you to a good place tonight, let's have a drink or two together!" George Fairborn said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Junping fixed the canvas on the easel, adjusted the colors, and started painting.

The words of George Fairburn just now reminded Zhang Junping that he has only drawn two of the 36 styles of pastoral scenery.

keep it up.

When Zhang Junping finished painting a picture, George Fairburn arrived.

Seeing the oil painting that Zhang Junping had just finished and hadn't had time to take it down, George Fairburn exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Oh! God!

Dear Zhang, you are simply a genius!
What a genius creation!

This is really great!
Is this also imitation? "

"No! The flat copy you want is there!" Zhang Junping pointed to the scrolls of oil paintings on the TV cabinet.

George Fairburn picked up a roll of oil painting and opened it, "My God! Here's another work of genius!

Is it different from the one just now? "

George Fairborn glanced at the oil painting in his hand, then turned his head to look at the oil painting on the easel.

"God! Please save your people!
what do i seeThis is……

Dear Zhang, I don't know what words to use to praise your genius creation. "George Fairburne's eyes were shining.

Rubens's "Pastoral Landscape" depicts a scene where a peasant servant courts a farm wife.

There isn't much nudity, just tops and backs.

In Zhang Junping's "36 Styles of Rural Scenery", the characters are still the same two characters, the farm housewife and the farmer, but the figures' shapes have changed, and they have taken various poses.

Zhang Junping's paintings also don't expose many parts, and they only show their chests and backs.

However, with that movement, anyone who has been there can tell what they are doing at a glance.

Full of infinite temptation.

"Dear Zhang, please sell these two oil paintings to me.

I will give you the highest market price! "George Fairburne solemnly requested.

"George, such oil paintings are a series, namely "36 Pastoral Styles" and "72 Pastoral Shapes", with a total of [-] pieces.

Are you sure? Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"One hundred and eight?" George Fairburne's eyes widened.

"Yes! There are a total of one hundred and eight oil paintings."

"Oh! God! One hundred and eight such oil paintings, if exhibited, my dear Zhang, you will be famous!
You will definitely be honored as the greatest contemporary artist! "George Fairburne shouted exaggeratedly.

"Maybe! Maybe he will be called the most vulgar artist of our time!" Zhang Junping laughed.

"No, what about artists, how can it be said to be vulgar? This is the greatest artistic creation!" George Fairborn retorted.

This is the difference in understanding and concept of sex between the East and the West.

In the eyes of Westerners, this is an artistic creation, a portrayal of human nature, and a criticism of social ethics.

However, in the eyes of Chinese people, this is a naked and obscene portrait, and the author will be the object of criticism.

"George, are you still planning to collect it?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"I...I can't afford it." George Fairburn said dejectedly.

Even for a big businessman and artist like George Fairborn, it is very difficult to spend hundreds of millions of French francs at once.

It's not that it can't be taken out, but that after it is taken out, it will affect his business.

But then George Fairborn became excited again, and said with a smile: "If possible, I hope to exchange my collection.

I have many precious antiques from your country in my collection, and I can exchange them with you. "

Zhang Junping looked at George Fairburn speechlessly.

"Dear Zhang, don't look at me like that, these are collections handed down from my ancestors.

Although they didn't come so gloriously, there was no other way!

We are all businessmen, and we should understand that some things are beyond our control.

Even if there wasn't my grandfather, there would be someone else. "George Fairburne said with a shrug.

Although Zhang Junping felt uncomfortable emotionally, he also knew that what George Fairburn said was true.

Without George Fairburn's grandfather, there will be someone else's grandfather.

Being poor and backward is sometimes a sin.

In the law of the jungle in the world, if you fall behind, you will be beaten.

If you want not to be beaten or bullied, it is useless to rely on prayer and condemnation, you can only work hard to make yourself stronger.

"Okay! I understand!
At the same time, I also accept your exchange request!
It's just, what price or standard do you plan to exchange for my one hundred and eight oil paintings? "

"Calculate according to the price or exchange one piece for another! You have the final say!" George Fairborn said proudly.

"After I finish painting, go to your collection room and have a look, let's make a decision!" Zhang Junping said after thinking for a while.

"Okay, no problem! Just, please hurry up and complete the creation of these one hundred and eight oil paintings." George Fairborn readily agreed.

"Dear Zhang, can I take these three oil paintings away first? I can't wait to hold a party and invite everyone to appreciate this great work of art." George Fairburne asked.

"No problem! You can take them away! But, shall we sign a contract first?" Zhang Junping laughed.

"Of course! That's what it should be! I'm calling my lawyer!"

Zhang Junping also called his lawyer.

Christina's law firm has a branch in Paris, and to sign a contract such as the sale of art, there is no need for Christina to go there in person, and a lawyer from the branch can handle it.

After the lawyers of both sides drew up the contract, Zhang Junping and George Fairburn signed it respectively.

Transaction complete.

At this time, George Fairburne began to talk about the real business.

"Dear Zhang, I have settled the Earl's Manor for you, 10 million French francs. This price is really appropriate. As far as I know, the Earl's Manor cost several million just to renovate.

Tomorrow, I will take you to Earl's Manor to sign the sales contract. "George Fairburne looked at Zhang Junping with the look that you took advantage of it.

"Okay! Thank you dear George!" Zhang Junping thanked.

"No thanks, who made us best friends, partners?

I believe that we will not only have more cooperation opportunities in the future, but also become good neighbors.

Let's go, I'll take you to a party, where there are all beauties with personalities, all of whom are hot and enthusiastic.

You're going to love this party! "George Fairburne showed an expression that any man could understand.

"is it safe?"