Almighty painter

Chapter 25 Changes
"Professor Sakai, if there is a mistake in the restoration of a historic mural, is there any way to make it up?"

make up?

Sakai Kasunari was surprised. He knew that Mr. Cao had been careful and careful when restoring the ancient murals. Could something have happened?
"If it's just one or two mistakes, it's better to keep it as it is. Secondary processing is secondary damage, and there's nothing to do about it."

He shook his head.

"What if it's a large-scale mistake?"

"Large area, how come?"

Sakai Kasunari was startled again, wondering which idiot would have made such a big deal, and made Mr. Cao so worried that he wanted to wipe his ass.

"If it is a large area, there may be no way. If the color is light, you can only cover it with another layer. If the color is dark, you can only shovel it off, or wash it slowly with chemical fading to make the color lighter as much as possible. .”

"That is to keep the traces of restoration, but let the traces of restoration become the background of the original painting. It is equivalent to the hatching method in disguise."

Elder Cao nodded.

"It's not good, this can't take advantage of the shadow line method not to damage the original monuments, and modifying the painted paint with a painting knife may damage the wall structure of the overall mural." Lin Tao objected Views.

Sakai Kasunari also shook his head and thought for a while: "It's not good, it's better not to fix it."

"I know that too, but... the plan can't keep up with the changes."

Elder Cao finally let out another sigh.

"Old Cao, I found the work order, and they registered it themselves."

Lao Yang has already found the task list from the registration office on one side, which clearly says "NO.17 Mural NO.17-Jiu, Gu."

Seeing this scene, Masazu Tanaka knew in his heart that he hadn't run away.

Gu Weijing and the others are really miserable, and they can't argue with each other.

He was convinced that he was very careful in what he did, even if the printed number plate was sent for physical evidence identification, it would not leave half of his fingerprints.

Mr. Cao didn't say anything, just handed the registration form to Sakai Kasunari who was beside him.

"Professor Sakai, see for yourself."

Cao Lao said.

"Ok?"

When Sakai Kasunari saw the name of his precious son on the registration form, his face almost turned green.He knows what the mural No. 17 means.

"Sakai Tsunamasa! Come here!"

His belly twitched violently, like a renter doing lion's roar in "Kung Fu", he roared loudly.

His name is Sakai Gangchang, not Gangchang.

Any parent yelling at their child by their full name is very angry.

Sakai Gangchang didn't expect that he had his own affairs here. He ate a full meal of paella at noon, and when others worshiped the Buddha, he asked the monk for two futons and squinted for a while.

At the moment he was strolling comfortably behind the crowd.

He didn't care about what was going on at all, and was looking forward to a good show with the intention of watching the excitement, and it would be better if he could just mess up the afternoon's work.

As a result, he suddenly heard his father's unprecedented anger, and ran over in a hurry.

"what happened?"

"The No. 17 mural, did you sign for it?" Sakai Kazunari asked.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Sakai Tsunamasa glanced at the registration form, he just remembered that he took out the top sign from the box and signed it.

Snapped!
Sakai Kasunari slapped his son directly.

Sakai Tsunamasa was stunned by the beating. He covered his face and sat on the ground, completely dazed.

In my memory, my father never beat me, not even once.

In the end what happened?
"Okay, it's not Gang Chang's fault. Even if he took the wrong brand, Gu Weijing shouldn't be ignorant of his scribbles."

Lin Tao, who understood the reason of the incident, no longer liked Gu Weijing in his tone.

A lunatic who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, he thought in his heart.

……

The moment when Gu Weijing, who was covered in paint, stood in front of the "Picture of Respecting the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" fell into everyone's sight.

The discussion among the crowd spread immediately like a buzzing of flies.

"What's going on? Why is he here."

"Isn't this Lao Cao's painting?"

"Who asked him to paint here? How dare he paint such a complicated mural? Playing the piano."

Gu Tongxiang immediately realized something was wrong.

He didn't know what mural No. 17 was for.

But he has paid close attention to all the painted murals left to his grandson and other young painters, and this "Picture of Respecting the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" is definitely not among them.

Thinking of Lao Cao's reaction when he heard Lao Yang's words just now, an ominous premonition appeared in his mind.

Subconsciously, he wanted to rush up and ask why his grandson was here.

But a dry, thin hand covered with age spots was placed across his chest.

It's Mr. Cao.

"...Old Cao, I don't know what happened, but Gu Weijing is just a child...I...I..." Gu Tongxiang turned pale.

Cao Lao was not interested in answering Gu Tongxiang's explanation at all.

He had even ignored Gu Weijing, his eyes were fixed on the wall, his eyelids twitched slightly.

Huh?
The fat on Uncle Sakai's stomach trembled, and he also noticed that something was wrong with the paint on the wall.

Ok?
Lin Tao was only a moment later than Sakai Kasunari, and he also noticed the change in the paint on the wall. He scratched the hair that was about to fall out, shaking and shaking inconceivably.

At this time, you can see the gap in everyone's experience. Artists with rich experience in mural painting are constantly stunned, and all kinds of strange tones come out of their nasal cavity, which at first glance sounds like an ensemble of high and low voices.

something wrong,
There is definitely something wrong with the paint on this wall.

It's a little too harmonious.Authentic, not like, but true.

It seems that the ghost of the old painter from centuries ago traveled through time and space, filling the blanks on the wall with paint and color.

Although they can adjust the color to a very similar level, they also know that even if there is only a small change in the color scale, the final look and feel will be different.

The newly painted paint on the mural in front of them is by no means any combination that they are familiar with.

"Great!"

The original restlessness in the crowd quickly quieted down, and many people thought it was Mr. Cao's handwriting.

But, why is it Gu Weijing who holds the pen?
Is it because he might become his own disciple, a special opportunity?
But the right to hold such an important mural, even those younger professors are a little moved.

Handed over to a young man who has not yet grown up.

It must be too much to think highly of him.

"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Cao, I'm sorry..."

Only Gu Tongxiang wasn't thinking about painting at all at this time, he bent over and looked at Mr. Cao with a look of sincerity and fear.

It's about my grandson, and face is not important anymore.

"Old Gu, what are you apologizing for?" Elder Cao waved his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.

When he sentenced this No.17 mural to death, he felt so heartbroken, but now his heart is full of joy.

The contrasting stimulation brought about by expectation management requires the old man to control the corners of his mouth hard to keep himself from laughing out loud.

(End of this chapter)