Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

"There are also many cultural relics and ancient paintings collected at home."

Hearing this, Qi Baishi smiled with satisfaction. "You are also interested in painting."

He Yuzhu deliberately led the topic here in order to arouse Qi Baishi's interest in him. You know, Qi Baishi's value is very high.

If he painted a picture for He Yuzhu as a gift, it might be worth hundreds of millions in the future.

He Yuzhu naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Not only to get to know Qi Baishi, but also to show off his collection of ancient paintings. "That's true."

"Old man, I'll tell you the truth."

"There are many paintings from the Song Dynasty and earlier in my collection, at least three."

Qi Baishi's wrinkled face suddenly relaxed.

Although Qi Baishi devoted his life to painting art,

But he had not actually seen many ancient Song Dynasty paintings with his own eyes.

Even a man like him had only seen it a few times across the country. "Really?"

"of course it's true."

"Then, young man, please tell me whose authentic works you have in your hands?" He Yuzhu answered firmly.

"The Saint of Painting Wu Daozi."

Qi Baishi was shocked after hearing this, and then burst into laughter. "You are so dishonest, kid."

"You know how rare it is to get an authentic work of Wu Daozi."

"Ten out of ten so-called Wu Daozi works on the market today are fakes."

Let me make it clear to you, "The number of Wu Daozi's works handed down to the present day is extremely small, and they have also been damaged."

"Almost all the paintings were taken away by foreigners." "To be honest, if you really have a work by Wu Daozi."

"Even in this era of material scarcity, it is a priceless treasure." "It is something that everyone in the world admires."

He Yuzhu certainly understands the value of Wu Daozi's works in today's era and even in the future, and they were equally significant even in the Tang Dynasty.

If he said it, it would be hard for others to believe it.

"You do not believe?"

Qi Baishi shook his head.

"I really don't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes."

"With my keen eyesight, I can tell the truth from the false at a glance."

He Yuzhu made a gesture of invitation, "Please come in."

"I can show it to you, but on one condition: after you've seen it, you must never tell anyone else about it."

Qi Baishi smiled slightly and nodded.

"This is an old custom in our business."

"I understand that."

Qi Baishi was now old and frail, so He Yuzhu supported him and walked slowly for a while. It took about half an hour to reach He Yuzhu's residence.

After entering the living room and settling Qi Baishi to sit down.

"I'll get it now."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu walked out of the room and went to another place. He took out the painting from the space he carried with him, then returned to the living room, unfolded the painting, and placed it in front of Qi Baishi.

When Qi Baishi saw the painting for the first time, he immediately knew it was extraordinary and stood up with excitement.

The hands that were originally shaking slightly began to shake even more violently.

The lifeless eyes were instantly filled with tears, and the throat began to tremble.

Qi Baishi saw portraits countless times in his life.

Whether true or false, one glance will tell you for sure.

It's so realistic - it's definitely the original.

He carefully looked at the signature under the painting again: "Murals of Shengshou Temple"

It is said that this mural was created by Wu Daozi in Shengshou Temple. I have never heard that he would transfer this mural onto paper. But never having heard of it does not mean that it does not exist.

Wu Daozi specialized in mural art.

During the Kaiyuan period, he was recruited into the palace as a servant because of his good painting skills. He studied calligraphy with Zhang Xu and He Zhizhang, and learned the brushwork after watching Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance. He was good at painting Buddhism, Taoism, gods and ghosts, landscapes, birds and beasts, pavilions and other genres, especially Buddhism and Taoism themes and portraits of people. His main works were murals.

People who are good at painting murals will practice on paper first and then paint on the wall.

That's the whole process.

Qi Baishi had seen Wu Daozi's "Deathly King Delivering a Child" which was circulated overseas.

There is also the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" which was passed to Xu Beihong.

Which one is more vivid and lifelike? Or the painting in front of me.

From then on, what Xu Beihong saw was the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" and the "Heavenly King Delivering a Child" that was passed down to the Land of Sakura. However, he had not witnessed the charm of Wu Daozi's painting. Regarding the "Heavenly King Delivering a Child", some people believe that it was not the work of Wu Daozi himself, but a copy of a Song Dynasty artist, or a work of a later master influenced by Wu Daozi. Qi Baishi held this view. Because he had seen Wu Daozi's original work, the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll".

Although slightly different, the soul in Wu Daozi's paintings can be discerned. The "Murals of Shengshou Temple" in his hand at this time also showed traces of time, but it was extremely well preserved and lifelike. From this work, he knew why history gave Wu Daozi the title of "the world's number one painter" and "the painting saint". It is indeed well deserved.

At this moment, Qi Baishi's eyes were already filled with tears, and his heart was filled with excitement. As an artist, how could he not be excited to see the original work of a painting saint hundreds of years ago and indirectly feel the spiritual touch of the sage? This is undoubtedly a treasure.

Qi Baishi raised his slightly trembling head and looked at He Yuzhu. "Really..."

He choked up a little as he spoke. He had only wanted to give Qi Baishi a small surprise, but he had never expected it to trigger such a strong emotional reaction. He was worried that the old man's physical condition would be affected, and he couldn't help but show his concern. However, he also understood how much this meant to Qi Baishi, so he nodded gently.

Qi Baishi, who was standing next to him, carefully observed and gently stroked the scroll in his hand, his trembling undoubtedly reflecting his excitement. After about ten minutes, Qi Baishi finally calmed down a little and slowly sat down.

"sharp."

“It actually exists!”

"It seems you are not joking."

Sitting opposite him was He Yuzhu. "I didn't lie to you."

"This thing is a national treasure, and it is also a rare treasure in the world. How do you plan to deal with it?"

You know, Xu Beihong once spent all his money to buy the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" and then donated it to the country. Only the country has the conditions to properly preserve such a precious cultural relic. At this moment, He Yuzhu said firmly:

"As you can see."

"It belongs to me now."

"At least in my lifetime."

"I believe it is the safest choice for me to keep it."

After hearing this, Qi Baishi understood He Yuzhu's intention and would not hand the painting over to the state. At the same time, He Yuzhu said that the painting was absolutely safe with him, which also made Qi Baishi feel relieved. He firmly believed that this rare treasure should last forever in China.

"This is your baby."

"You can do whatever you want with it."

"I understand and respect your decision, and I will keep it confidential for you." "You can rest assured about that."

"Young man, what's your name?" "My name is He Yuzhu."

Qi Baishi casually repeated his name twice. "He Yuzhu."

"He Yuzhu."

"Very good, from today on we are friends." "The fact that you can own such a treasure proves that you are indeed a person with both vision and ability."

"You are able to collect such national treasures and not be tempted by money, which shows that you cherish these treasures very much."

"He Yuzhu."

"Can I come over to your place from time to time?"

He Yuzhu was very happy to hear Qi Baishi say this. How could he not be excited to have this modern master ask for a friend?

After Qi Baishi said this, He Yuzhu immediately realized that he would have more works by famous artists. "Of course."

"I see that you are not in good health. If I have the chance, I can visit you often with my new found goodies."

Qi Baishi was also very happy after hearing this, and they talked for a long time that day.

As night fell and dusk approached, Qi Baishi prepared to leave. "It's getting late."

"I should go home too, otherwise my family will be worried." "By the way, He Yuzhu, can you see me off?"

"Let me take you home so that you can get familiar with the road. This way you can come to my house anytime in the future." He Yuzhu had no objection to this, of course, and accompanied him back to where he lived.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we got there.

After a busy day, you should want to rest.

But he did not show any sign of sleepiness at this moment, and seemed as excited as meeting a long-lost friend.

As soon as he entered the house, he took out some precious personal collections and shared them with He Yuzhu.

The two sat together in Qi Baishi's living room.

Qi Baishi handed over a scroll and said, "He Yuzhu, look."

"This is a painting Xu Beihong gave me. It is one of the famous Eight Horses."

"Although his first painting, Eight Horses, is already well-known, this one was also painted by him personally and is equally valuable."

"I have two copies of this painting of Eight Horses."

“He painted them all by hand and gave them to me as gifts.”

"In addition, he also gave me two paintings of 'Qixia in Late Autumn'."

"You are quite knowledgeable about art, so you should know that these are among his representative works."

“At that time, I returned the gift exchange and drew two myself.”

Qi Baishi carefully instructed every stroke and explained to him the stories behind them one by one.

Even though He Yuzhu appeared calm on the surface when he heard the news, he was actually secretly delighted in his heart. These rare and famous paintings dazzled him.

If each painting falls into my hands, it will undoubtedly become an art treasure worth billions as time goes by.

No one would be able to remain calm when faced with such wealth.

I promised myself silently that I would store all these works in my personal space and not miss any of them.

He Yuzhu had been admiring paintings at Qi Baishi's house until about ten o'clock. After returning home, Chen Xueru ran over happily and hugged him tightly. "Dear."

"My performance of 'My Motherland and I' will be broadcast nationwide tomorrow." "Wherever there is radio, my voice will be heard."

Chen Xueru became more and more excited as she spoke, and kissed He Yuzhu directly.

At this moment, He Yuzhu finally realized that, yes, after more than five months of hard work... this song "My Motherland and I" is finally about to be released.