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The old man moved away, still with a sideways face, and pointed behind him with his walking stick:

"Please."

Although He Ying had just arrived, he still did not show any cowardice and explained what he was thinking:

"This fallen ink landscape in the center of the corridor was painted by Mr. Feng Qingsheng, a senior color painting technician. Mr. Feng has participated in the corridor color painting project twice. His works are traditional fallen ink landscapes, which are among the techniques of falling ink and color. A technique for expressing landscape themes. Among the many landscape paintings in the Summer Palace, many are by Feng Lao. The one in front of you can be said to be a masterpiece. Let’s talk about the painting process."

As she spoke, she slowly walked closer and looked at the paintings with mottled and cracked paint for a long time before vaguely distinguishing some familiar techniques:

"It should be that dry and wet, thick and light, burnt ink is used to express landscapes, rocks, trees, flowers and plants using the techniques of chaffing, outlining and smearing, and then a little light color is applied to bring it to life at once. This is originally the most basic fallen ink landscape technique. But the difficulty is that it is not painted on rice paper, but directly on the ground. The smooth ground does not have the smudge ability of rice paper, so the effect that resembles painting on rice paper can only be achieved through the colorist's hand. The hand that controls the shades of ink is used to present it.”

After He Ying finished speaking, he looked back at the old grandfather: "So, the combination of falling ink and color can be said to be the most advanced painting technique in Su-style color painting. Is there anything wrong with what the junior said?"

"Huh? Do you know how to match the colors with ink?" The old man curled his lips, "It will definitely not be difficult for you to do the work of unpacking, stacking, dyeing and cutting. Then tell me, what are the paintings in this Thousand Column Gallery? Did you use a part-time job to write it? Which ones did you use hard wiping to write?"

The old man asked questions one after another. Although He Ying was confused, he did not dare to be rude, so he had to answer them one by one.

"Part-time writing is a painting form that combines meticulous brushwork and freehand brushwork. It is mainly used for themes of flowers, birds, fish and insects. For example, Zhang Xiling's pond cordyceps and Song Zhengang's pond goldfish are this technique."

"As for hard application, it is a technique of applying halo color directly, and then sketching according to the actual sketching effect." After she finished speaking, she looked up to look for examples, but she couldn't remember which painting in Shi Zhang Pavilion was like this. Technique, "I remember that most of the baggage flowers that use this technique are concentrated in Yuzaoxuan and Shizhangting. It's just me."

"Didn't you find it?" the old man asked arrogantly.

"Yes, I didn't find it." He Ying told the truth.

"The main painting technique of flower themes is hard application during the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty!" The old man snorted coldly, "The flowers and birds on the West Palace Gate and the ceiling of "Yutang Wealth" are the most original examples of hard application! Since you are studying this, how can you not know this?"

"You're right. I've written it down. I'll definitely go and see it with my own eyes." After He Ying finished speaking, he quickly recorded it in his notebook.

Although she didn't understand why the old man was making things difficult for her like this, she couldn't deny that this seemingly ordinary old man was making things difficult for her, but in fact he was giving her advice that a non-master couldn't give.

She still has this ability to comprehend.

Therefore, in the face of the grandfather's barrage of questions, He Ying still tried his best to answer.

When she was young, her grandfather taught her to memorize the coloring formulas for official-style Su paintings on ancient buildings, which came into play at this time.

"Green above, green below, hard green and soft green, red and green, green and fragrant, green and purple." When He Ying recited these formulas, he felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Under the same corridor, the same grandfather and grandson, and even the topics are exactly the same.

The only thing that's different is.

After she recited the formula, her grandfather would laugh and say even if he found out mistakes: "Although Yingying made a few mistakes, there is still a lot of progress compared to last time."

But this old man, after reciting the formula accurately, pointed out two fingers and snorted coldly: "Although the formula is correct word for word, you made two mistakes without knowing it!"

He Ying was puzzled: "Two mistakes?"

"Come on, let your ears replace your eyes!" The old man's voice was like a bell, "You just memorize other people's things according to the script, but don't open your eyes to see the actual examples. This is not the attitude that an ancient Jianren person should have!"

"But aren't the examples all drawn according to the principles of formulas?" He Ying, who attaches great importance to form, does not feel that he is wrong.

"You haven't even gone to investigate, how can you be so sure?"

The old man still had a sideways face and was finally willing to say a few more words:

"As for the 1979 corridor paintings, the decorations are all new and updated based on the 1959 ones, so there is no difference in the color of the hoops in these two periods. However, judging from the historical photos, the two Paiyunmen The color of the hoop head of the first corridor on the side was green at the top and green at the bottom during the Guangxu period. During the Republic of China, it was green at the top and green at the bottom and green at the top and green at the west. In 1959, in order to change the color of the corridor and the Paiyun Gate In terms of coordination and symmetry, everything was changed to green on top and green on the bottom, which is completely opposite to the Guangxu period. Can you say that this follows the principle?"

"No." He Ying had no idea that there was such a period of history, but she didn't agree with it in her heart. "But I don't understand, since the principle of green on top and green on bottom was historically used, why did it need to be changed later?"

"Why change?"

When the old man heard this word, he seemed to smile:

"This is your second mistake, abiding by orders. You have to know that change is also called change! Only when you think about it can you change, change will lead to generalization, and generalization will lead to success! If you don't change, then China's ancient buildings will not be all Is it a gantry-style building? Where did the cornices and brackets come from? Pavilions and pavilions? If it doesn’t involve restoration and history, and only talks about development, then changing it is by no means a bad thing. The same goes for these colorful paintings. If you young people If you cannot keep pace with the times and give new uses and meanings to the color paintings that were originally enjoyed by the feudal royal family, then this official color painting skill can only be a decoration! If young people don’t understand it, how can it be passed down? How can it be carried forward? ?”

The old man’s words were shocking.

More and more tourists were attracted by his voice. They took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the ink-dropped landscape in the corner, and then silently went elsewhere to admire the colorful paintings.

Although the old grandfather has silver hair and shriveled skin, his figure standing in front of the fallen ink landscape is straight and straight. Like the pillars around you, even if the paint is mottled and the wood grains are cracked, the beams, squares and brackets are still supported, telling the world about the past of ancient buildings and making them dream about the future of ancient buildings.

He Ying never thought that he would be the person to change some kind of history.

What's more, her eyes would be unable to distinguish between red and green due to color blindness. She wanted to say categorically that she could.

But he still said in frustration:

"I will try my best. Judging from the current situation, it is still not easy to change."

"Then those who repair cultural relics in the Forbidden City still have to fight against time! Is it easy for them?" When the old man heard what He Ying said, he immediately became unhappy, "You are all going against the trend! Naturally, you are not as smooth as others. ! There are many headwinds in the future. If you don’t even have this courage, then you might as well change your career as soon as possible."

The old man said, tapping the cane hard, but before He Ying could reply, he said "Oh" as if he suddenly remembered something, and said:

"When I heard you talk about the example of the red state and the green belly, you paused for two seconds when the upper two-thirds of the rafters were painted red and the lower third were painted green. The rest of the time, you are neat and straightforward. I conclude that you don’t have a strong sense of sex.”

"How do you know?"

He Ying was shocked. She thought she had concealed her sudden red-green color blindness very well, but she didn't want her grandfather to discover the flaw.

But when the old man answered the question incorrectly, his tone actually softened a lot: "It's not a bad thing if you have bad eyesight. You can feel the charm of these paintings with your heart, even if there is no color."

The old man said, raising his hand and patting his chest:

"You have to know that the colorful things are not in your eyes, but the beautiful decorations are in your heart."

"Yes, I understand, thank you for your advice." After hearing these words, He Ying's eyes shone for the first time. It was as if a wandering soul that had been half asleep for eleven years was finally awakened at this moment.

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and wanted to ask if she could leave her grandfather's contact information so that she could ask for advice later.

But I heard a young girl exclaim: "Mom! Look at that, is it my grandpa?"

"Oh dad! Why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged lady jumped up the steps from behind He Ying and Gu Zhaodi. Seeing these two young students who looked like students kept chatting with their father, she knew that the old man must be dragging others to talk about things, so she apologized sheepishly:

"I'm so sorry! My dad has cataracts in his eyes. We had agreed to take him to see a doctor today, but he ran to the Summer Palace as soon as he left the house. We couldn't resist him, so he followed us. We just went to the bathroom. You won’t be able to find him when you come out again!”

"Huh! I'm such a big person! I just came here to walk around and didn't do much! You guys are so awesome!"

Listening to his daughter's accusations against the two students, the grandfather was very dissatisfied. He used a walking stick to block his granddaughter's hand and was about to leave. But when going down the steps, he stumbled and almost fell.

The four people hurriedly went to help him, but were rejected by him:

"Forty years ago, I made all the paint on the floor of this Thousand Colonnades! Even if I am blind, I know how to walk, so I don't need your help!"

"Yes, yes! You don't need my help to walk, so your eyes must be treated, right?" The middle-aged lady still followed and supported the grandfather on the right.

“If it’s not cured, it’s a waste of money!”

"Grandpa, I'm getting married at the end of the year, don't you want to see me getting married?" After the young girl finished speaking, she also took the old grandfather's left arm and told him about what she saw and heard in the Summer Palace, "And, the lotus flowers in the Summer Palace It’s so beautiful to be in bloom now, and there’s a row of red lanterns hung on the Thousand-Column Gallery, which light up at night, making the paintings on both sides look like a dream, don’t you want to take a look?”

"Those lotuses, lanterns, and colorful paintings, I know what they look like with my eyes closed. I won't look at them if I don't want to see them."

"Grandpa!" The girl was a little annoyed.

The old man immediately changed his tone: "But my granddaughter is getting married, so I have to see it!"

"Hahaha, that's right."

Looking at the family's retreating figures, He Ying's eyes became moist unknowingly.

She couldn't imagine how an old man with almost no eyesight could cross the busy traffic and pass through many checkpoints. Relying on the memory of forty years ago, he could accurately arrive at the Thousand Column Corridor, find the place where he had worked hard, and still be able to Remember every building and every painting here clearly. Although these colorful paintings are not from his hand.

If it wasn't the love that was engraved in his bones, it was this route that he had walked countless times.

Then.

Is He Qingshan, who was a foreign painter forty years ago, like him? Although he was unknown, he regarded this experience as the highest honor in his life?

After work, do they also go to watch the masters painting and keep their techniques in mind?

When you put down the pen, will you also be beating the drum in your heart and imagining each flower and leaf a hundred times?

From ancient times to the present, how many unknown craftsmen have quietly devoted their lives to ancient buildings? How many famous teachers and craftsmen selflessly pass on their skills from generation to generation?

He Ying didn't know these answers.

But she now knows that the more she goes against the trend, the more courage she needs to be alone and the persistence to go all the way.

What's more, now she is no longer alone.

His thoughts stopped here, and He Ying's stomach suddenly growled a few times.

Although he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, how can he work when he is hungry?

Seeing that Gu Zhaodi had hung up the phone again, she packed up her notebook and said, "Let's go! Let's go to dinner!"

"Okay." Gu Zhaodi nodded, just turned around, pointed to the old man behind her and asked, "Don't you need to leave your contact information? Maybe I will ask this old man for advice in the future."

He Ying followed the direction of her finger and saw that although the grandfather was supported by his family, he was still stumbling because of eye problems. The old man has worked hard all his life. The most important thing next is to treat his eyes and share family happiness with his family. It is best not to disturb him.

"No." She shook her head and walked away with her head held high.

Gu Zhaodi was stunned for a few seconds.

Thinking that her grandfather, who taught her woodworking skills by hand, had said the same thing to her when she was a child, she felt a burst of sadness in her heart.

Grandpa is a master craftsman in a Ming-made furniture factory. Every time he makes furniture, he always teases Xiao Zhaodi: "When can grandpa see Di Di get married?"

But Xiao Zhaodi would always snort: "Di Di doesn't want to get married, Di Di wants to be like a boy!"

"How can we not get married? Every girl wants to get married and be a beautiful bride." Seeing that she was unhappy, grandpa still smiled and coaxed her, "Our Di Di is so beautiful, and she will be the most beautiful when she grows up." Beautiful bride, grandpa will buy you a set of furniture and make it your dowry when the time comes!"

"I don't want it, I don't want it!" Every time she heard this, Xiao Zhaodi would run away angrily. She couldn't even coax her grandpa to make the most delicious buns for her.

But later, the dowry was not finished and grandpa was gone.

When Xiao Zhaodi grew up, although she still didn't want to get married, she wanted to say to her grandfather, "Okay, I will use my grandfather's furniture as my dowry." Even if it is deception, it can make the only person who loves her smile more.

It was only after she understood this truth that she realized that the person was no longer there.

Lou Xinyue's urging phone rang again. When Gu Zhaodi came back to her senses, she noticed a coldness in the corner of her eyes.

She still answered the phone in a calm tone, and then quickly caught up with He Ying and walked towards Ji Lan Pavilion.