The era of farming is so sweet

Chapter 26 26. Old Man Liang
The old man stretched out his hand and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, which creaked open.

He staggered towards the house, forgetting to close the door behind him, as if it was not important.

Zhixia raised her footsteps and followed in.

Pass through the wooden door, and you will see some dilapidated blue brick houses.

There was still some moss growing in the yard, but it was neatly tidied up.

Looking at the wall, some seasonal vegetables are also planted.

At this time the old man had already entered the main room.

That look startled the wife in the house.

The blood on his face had dried and his hair was a mess.It's a bit scary at first glance.

The old woman quickly dropped the cardboard box in her hand and walked over in two or three steps.

He looked at the old man Liang who was covered in injuries with distress.

The trembling hands didn't know where to put them, and they didn't dare to touch him, for fear of hurting him.

"Old Liang..., what's wrong with you? Why is your face covered in blood, and why is your whole body like this?"

The old man didn't answer her question, but with tears in his eyes, he held up the burnt black painting scroll with trembling hands.

"Ah Fen, it's gone. My 87 Immortal Scroll is gone. This is Wu Daozi's last remaining painting. It was destroyed in my hands just like that. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu......"

Eyes closed, leaving tears of sadness.

The old woman named A Fen only felt a little heartbroken.

There was a three-second silence for the painting.Then he looked at his old man again.

"You went to the old house again, what are you doing with those? Did you get discovered by the Red Guards again? You..., let me tell you what's good about you. These are important, can they be as important as you? You If it's gone, our family will be separated..."

The old man shook his head lightly, "Those are the inheritance of our Chinese civilization, handed down from our ancestors. It is my fate. Just ruin it, ruin it..."

The whole person is full of sadness, and I just feel that life is hopeless.

The old woman was so angry that she wanted to beat him, but she couldn't do it.

He could only sigh heavily, "Oh..., in this day and age, those are poisons that will kill you."

Old man Liang opened his eyes and saw the pile of blackened rags and rags in his hands, he clenched his hands involuntarily.

"It's a life-threatening poison, and I'm willing to take it~."

At this time, Zhixia's voice came from the door, "You are enjoying it, don't you care about the lives of your whole family? The treasure you regard as a treasure will become a reminder for your whole family."

The voice was loud and powerful, and the eyes were sharp, making that young face look full of hostility.

The voice touched the hearts of the old couple.

The old lady looked at Zhixia in surprise, "Little girl, who are you? Why did you appear in my house?"

Before Zhixia could answer, old man Liang pointed at Zhixia angrily.

"It's her! It's her! It's this little devil who ruined my 87 fairy roll~."

Speaking of the destroyed paintings, my heart hurts again.

Staring at Zhixia fiercely with both eyes, her face became a little ferocious.

Pointing at her, "Go, get out of my house. Get out..."

I was too angry for a while, and my head was a little dizzy.The body shook twice.

Zhixia and the old woman stepped forward to support him.

Help him to sit on the stool.

The old woman was a little helpless, "Oh..., old man, why bother."

Zhixia nodded in agreement, "That is, in case of cerebral hemorrhage and hemiplegia, you will be the one who suffers. Even if those things are precious, they will only become reminders in this era. I can only commemorate them with one sentence. What's more, This...is back to its original owner."

Stretching his hand behind him, an idea took out Wu Daozi's 87 fairy scrolls from the space.

Old man Liang immediately revived on the spot as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

His eyes were only fixed on the scroll in Zhixia's hand.

His hand slowly reached up, wanting to touch the scroll.

Suddenly, he saw his dirty hands, the blood on them was so dirty that it was hard to see.He took it back violently and wiped it on his clothes, but no matter how he wiped it, he couldn't clean it.

Looking eagerly at the old woman. "Fen, hurry up, get me some water to wash."

At this moment, the whole person seemed to be full of vitality.

Wash your hands thoroughly with the water in the sink.

It's just that the place burned by the fire is still a little red and swollen and there are many small holes.

Can't care too much anymore.

Carefully took the silk painting from Zhixia's hand.

The old woman cleared up everything on the table and wiped it again when she was done.

Old man Liang put the painting on it gently.

Slowly open the scroll.

Zhixia also went up to take a look.

I was just amazed by the picture in front of me.

The dark brown silk surface depicts 87 immortals marching in line with vigorous, rhythmic, lively and vital lines.The graceful shape and vivid posture vividly express the style of the king of heaven and the general of the gods, "the beard and cloud temples are flying for several feet, the hair roots protrude from the flesh, and there is more than enough strength". The white clouds that are about to move are floating like flying The fairies make the whole picture have the artistic appeal of "flying clothes in the sky, and the wind blows all over the wall".

This is the crystallization of art, and it really makes people feel as if they are on the scene.

It would be a pity if such a national treasure was destroyed.

No wonder old man Liang regards it as more important than his own life.

And after the Shaka test, it is genuine.

But in later generations, she heard that Wu Daozi's 87 Immortal Scrolls were not collected in the gallery of the famous painter Mr. Xu?
So what's going on in front of you?

Full of questions.

Shaka yawned, and the voice came from Zhixia's mind with a lazy tone.

"This magical country of yours has never been short of talented people. It's just a painting. Aren't there many imitations of the Qingming Riverside Picture? This original work was lost in Mr. Xu's hands for a while. This paragraph Over time, this painting has passed through the hands of many people. So it is not surprising that some people imitate it."

Answered the question in Zhixia's heart.

It turned out to be like this, if it wasn't for Shaka, she wouldn't be able to tell the authenticity of those things, she would just think they were all pretty.

After Liang old man carefully confirmed that this is his painting, and there is no slight damage, he looked at Zhixia excitedly.Eyes full of wonder.

"Little girl, how did you do it?? I clearly saw that you snatched it from me and threw it into the fire. What's going on?"

There are so many thoughts in my heart, but I just can't figure out how Zhixia did it.

In just a few seconds, I didn't see her handing anything down.

And how did she do it under the watchful eyes of everyone.Unknowingly, the truth is hidden.

What was it that was thrown into the fire? Only then did he come to his senses.

He hurriedly picked up the fragmented scroll that he had brought back and looked at it again.

At this point, I found something wrong.

There is some difference in the length of the scroll, and it is made of paper.

What remains are some silk cloth for mounting paintings.

And Wu Daozi's painting is directly made of silk cloth. After careful observation, he realized that he was also covered.

At that time, I was so sad that I didn't look at it carefully, and I couldn't recognize those things that I didn't understand.

The baby is lost and found again, and my heart is much happier.

(End of this chapter)