I Just Want To Be A Salted Fish Quietly

The wooden windows in the store were not open, so it looked a little dark.

Besides them, there is another customer in the shop.

She is a noble lady. Although she is over the middle of her life, she is well maintained and has a unique charm.

At this moment, she is standing in front of a wooden frame, choosing an inkstone.

"What's up?"

Just then, an old voice came.

The two looked in the direction of the sound, and saw an old man with gray hair sitting behind the mahogany bar, holding an old-fashioned big cigarette bag in his hand.

Zhang Mengyao looked at the old man a few times, and said, "Boss, are you mounting this painting?"

"Look at the painting first!"

The old man didn't say whether he could mount the painting, but he had to look at the painting first.

interesting.

For a while, Lin Xian became interested in this store.

Zhang Mengyao was slightly stunned at "Five Four Seven", raised her eyebrows and said, "Why do you want to look at paintings? Boss, can you frame paintings?"

She thought the boss was speaking strangely.

Can it be framed? Just give me an accurate answer, and you have to look at the painting first.

The old man took a few puffs of cigarettes, and said in a leisurely manner: "Whether you can mount a painting or not depends on whether the painting is worth mounting. From the opening of my Wenfangzhai shop to the present, for one hundred and eighty years, I have never mounted an anonymous painting." It is a painting. It is framed only if it is attractive. If it is not attractive, it will go back and forth from where!"

Lin Xian gave 101 points for this pretending, and the extra point was to make him proud.

Zhang Mengyao didn't believe it at all, looked around the environment of the store, and couldn't help curling her lips.

Although she didn't speak, her expression seemed to say: What kind of famous paintings can you mount in this small shop like yours.

"Hey!"

The old man quit immediately, and hummed, "Do you know about "Han Xizai Night Banquet Picture"? My master participated in the repair and mounting. Have you heard of "Luo Shen Fu Picture"? In the repair and frame list, I am the second in the first row. If not If you don’t believe me, go to the Palace Museum to see for yourself.”

"real or fake?"

Zhang Mengyao looked surprised.

These two paintings are quite famous, and they are serious national treasures.

The old man continued to smoke the big pipe, curled his lips and said, "I'm still lying to you, a little girl, at my age? How fresh!"

Hearing this, Zhang Mengyao's eyes lit up, she stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, then help me see, who is better between this painting and those famous paintings in the Forbidden City!"

"Cough cough cough!!!"

The old man was choked by the smoke in his mouth and coughed with his neck stuck.

Zhang Mengyao's words really showed him off.

Who is better with those famous paintings in the Forbidden City?

You seem to be deliberately making me laugh.

Even the noble lady who had been choosing the inkstone silently couldn't help turning her head to look at them.

After a while, the old man stopped coughing and joked: "The little girl is quite funny.

"Who is funny, you see for yourself!"

Zhang Mengyao quit, and came to the mahogany bar, opened the scroll, and laid it on the table gently.

The old man put down the big cigarette pipe, reached out and opened the moss on the table to fry.

This lamp seems to be professional, the light is very bright, but not harsh. And some are similar to medical shadowless lamps, which lighten the shadow on the table.

After finishing these, he looked at the paintings on the table.

After looking at it, the whole person couldn't help being stunned.

"hiss!"

After a while, the old man gasped, looked at Lin Xian in shock, and asked, "Young man, did you draw this?"

If it weren't for this painting, the paint hadn't dried completely, and he wouldn't believe it was painted by this young man who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.

However, various details in the painting proved that this painting was painted by Lin Xian.

First of all, the woman in the painting is the little girl in front of me.

Secondly, in the blank space in the lower left corner of the drawing paper, it is clearly written, "Writing in the Zijin Mountain Liuxin Pavilion, as a gift to his girlfriend Zhang Mengyao, wishing a happy birthday. --- October 18, 2015, Lin Xian."

He has been in this industry since he was a child, and he doesn't know the geometry of the paintings he has seen, so he can tell at a glance that the paint of this painting is not dry, and the painting time should not exceed 2 hours.

Combined with the intimate appearance of the two young people, it is not difficult to guess that the painter is Lin Xian.

It is said that people are old and ghosts are old, and this is really true.

Seeing his shocked expression, Zhang Mengyao smiled triumphantly: "How are you, old man? I didn't lie to you!"

"The little girl really didn't lie to me!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at Lin Xian and said seriously, "What's the name of this little gentleman?"

The Mr. in his mouth is not Mr. or Mrs. in modern society, such a common title...

But a title.

This kind of appellation was very popular in the period of the Republic of China. At that time, scholars who were highly respected and knowledgeable were respected as Mr.

The difference between the two titles is obvious.

The modern appellation is usually the surname plus Mr. For example, Mr. Lin, this is a commonly used address in modern times, just out of politeness.

The respectful title is to add the word "Mr." after the full name.

For example, Mr. Lin Xian, Mr. Qi Shiraishi, Mr. Zhang Daqian...

Lin Xian naturally understood what he meant, and said modestly, "Sir, you can't afford it, just call me Lin Xian."

The old man shook his head, and said with a serious expression: "Those who can master come first, the meaning of the teacher. Mr. Lin Xian has such a talent, he is worthy of the old man and I will say sir."

Hearing that Lin Xian was praised, Zhang Mengyao felt as sweet as drinking honey.

Holding Lin Xian's arm, she said expectantly, "Grandpa, how do you think this painting compares to those famous paintings in the Forbidden City?"

Hearing this, the old man lowered his head, appreciating the painting carefully, and at the same time said: "Although this is a Western painting, the art is common. Leaving aside historical and cultural factors, I personally think that it is comparable in terms of art. , even Mr. Lin Xian's painting is even better.

The 3.2 smile on the corner of Zhang Mengyao's mouth became stronger, and her eyes were full of happiness.

The noble lady at the side was slightly taken aback at this moment, and then couldn't help but walked to the mahogany table.

Is it even better than those famous paintings in the Forbidden City?

The key is that the author of this painting is a young man who is only 20 years old?

this....….

To be reasonable, if she and the owner of this shop were not old friends, she might think that they are a partnership.

After all, such routines are not uncommon in antique shops.

With strong curiosity, the lady poked her head slightly and looked at the paintings on the table.

beautiful!

very beautiful!

The girl in the painting is beautiful but not glamorous, and she is full of agility.

The slightly raised corners of the mouth made people couldn't help but smile knowingly.

The look in his eyes made the whole painting come alive.