Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

Many people in this circle were willing to exchange experiences and appreciate Qi Baishi's works; considering Qi Baishi's status, many seekers went to great lengths to meet him, but most of them were rejected by him.

But deep down in his heart, Qi Baishi regarded He Yuzhu as his best friend, not only because of art, but also as an indispensable friend in life.

Just last week, he was still chatting and laughing with He Yuzhu. Unexpectedly, he suddenly passed away last night.

Standing next to him is Qi Baishi's youngest son, Qi Liangmo.

Qi Liangmo cried until he was powerless, "May the dead rest in peace."

"My father passed away at an advanced age, so it can be said to be a happy funeral."

"Father said that at his age, he was already prepared. The only thing he couldn't bear to let go was that he was afraid of the sadness we would feel after losing our elders."

"If you can get over the grief as soon as possible, he will be more at peace in heaven."

Qi Liangmo listened to He Yuzhu's comforting words and tried hard to hold back his tears: "Thank you, He Yuzhu."

"Before he met you, my father was always sad when he got home except during work hours. It seemed that he always had many things on his mind that he couldn't tell his children. Until you appeared, his old age was filled with joy."

“That’s something we as family members haven’t been able to do, so we appreciate you.”

Hearing these words, He Yuzhu shook his hand and said:

"This is a mutual process. Being with him also brings me happiness. You don't need to thank me for these emotional things."

Although he said this, Qi Liangmo still couldn't hide his sadness.

After saying these words, he went about busying himself with welcoming and taking care of the guests.

Looking at the figures coming and going in the yard, He Yuzhu couldn't help but feel deeply moved: Grandpa Qi had formed many deep friendships and master-disciple relationships in his life. He not only had good friends but also proud students. The close ties formed between them led to so many people paying their respects.

In other words, many people at the scene did not know Mr. Qi. But in fact, Mr. Qi had a very wide network of contacts.

You know, Mr. Qi's network of contacts extends across all walks of life, but now everyone is busy with their own affairs and unable to come, or they plan to visit later.

He Yuzhu's eyes swept through the crowd and finally stopped at a familiar face - Yan Bugui. He Yuzhu was quite surprised to see this person here. But on second thought, this was understandable.

Ever since Yan Bugui's couplet was disliked because of its sloppy handwriting, he has been practicing calligraphy with a teacher, and now he has stepped half a foot into the art circle. But He Yuzhu knew that Yan Bugui came to the funeral not to meet more artists, nor to curry favor with Mr. Qi's reputation.

Judging from Yan Bugui's personality, he just wanted to have a free meal, and a delicious one at that.

For such an old sly man who would never miss a small opportunity, the era of scarcity was particularly difficult, and almost every family was living a hard life. Only He Yuzhu's family was an exception.

After all, He Yuzhu had hoarded a lot of supplies before, and he always found various reasons to use them. Therefore, when other families were in trouble, He Yuzhu and Wang Mingde's family still lived a prosperous life. But these things must not be known to others, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble.

At this time, He Yuzhu noticed Yan Bugui who was waiting for the meal to start, and couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, Qi Liang came out from behind with a large plate in his hand. With his appearance, everyone's attention was focused on the paintings in his hands.

Qi Liangmo walked slowly to He Yuzhu and said, "He Yuzhu."

"This is something my father specifically asked me to give you before he died." "Father said that some things should be left to the country." "The rest is all yours."

"He thinks that only you are worthy of owning these treasures," He paused, "You also know how to paint and can create them yourself."

"You have such skills at such a young age, and only you will truly cherish them." At this moment, everyone in the audience was paying attention to them.

Seeing the large plate full of paintings in Qi Liangmo's hand, everyone understood that those must be rare treasures. Ancient paintings are still extremely valuable today.

Qi Baishi actually entrusted all these ancient paintings to He Yuzhu before his death? This was hard for everyone to accept.

He Yuzhu and the others certainly knew who it was. A genius.

He is a genius in cooking.

He was also an outstanding figure in physics.

Indeed, He Yuzhu is a genius in these two aspects and has excellent academic performance, but in this circle, talent is not enough to decide everything.

They are painters.

They are artists.

Rather than physics or cooking.

How could Qi Baishi give all these paintings to He Yuzhu? This was something they could not understand.

At the same time, they also hated He Yuzhu very much.

You know, if it weren't for He Yuzhu, many people present might have been able to get some of these ancient paintings, which are priceless works.

You know, even Qi Baishi's own paintings are very precious and meaningful.

In the end, all these works fell into the hands of He Yuzhu.

Who wouldn't be angry? At this moment.

A middle-aged man who had been standing nearby and had not said much came out. He was in his early 40s and his name was Zhao Hongben.

Zhao Hongben loved painting since he was a child and officially started his artistic career at the age of 16. As early as the 30s, he had already made a name for himself in the comic book world.

On the eve of liberation, Zhao Hongben, as an underground party member, organized and united a group of comic strip creators to fight against ** forces.

After that, he devoted himself to the creation of comic strips and made great contributions to the development of Chinese comic strips.

He created a series of classic comic strips, including "Zhao Yiman", "Blood and Tears Revenge", "Disaster Relief", "Heroic Tree", "Wusong Drunkenly Beats Jiang Menshen", "Reconciliation between Generals and Prime Ministers", "Legend of the White Snake" and "Peach Blossom Fan";

In May 1949, he became the president of Shanghai Xinsheng Publishing House, organized the creation and distribution of new comic strips, participated in the establishment of the Shanghai Comic Strip Writers Association, and was elected as its president.

In 1950, he moved to the editorial department of the East China Branch of Xinhua Bookstore and served as deputy leader of the comic book group; in 1951, he was transferred to the East China People's Publishing House as deputy chief of the comic book department.

In 1952, he served as deputy editor-in-chief of the New Art Publishing House;

He has been the director of the comic book studio at Shanghai People's Fine Arts Publishing House since 1956. Zhao Hongben likes to meet painters and people of the same trade.

He had many teachers throughout his life and initially became famous for his imitation paintings.

A few years ago, he visited Mr. Qi Baishi in Beijing and visited him many times.

Although every communication with Mr. Qi was pleasant, he never expected Mr. Qi to give him paintings. However, he really couldn't stand the sight of this young man holding so many art treasures. Maybe he didn't understand much about painting at all.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but step forward and said, "Little brother."

"I don't mean to make things difficult for you."

"It's just... do you know what these things in your hands represent?"

“Have you ever painted a picture?”

"Do you know how hard these things are to come by?"

Zhao Hongben's questioning made everyone present turn their attention to He Yuzhu. Zhao Hongben just asked the question that everyone had in mind.

However, everyone has different ideas.

Zhao Hongben was simply worried that these artworks would not meet good owners and would not have an ideal destination.

However, for some others, He Yuzhu's taking over these art treasures is nothing short of a waste of resources. They are almost all just there to watch the fun.

At this time, Qi Liangmo, whose eyes were still red and swollen, introduced to He Yuzhu: "This is Mr. Zhao Hongben."

Then he said, "He is currently the director of the comic book studio of Shanghai People's Fine Arts Publishing House." He Yuzhu suddenly understood what was going on. Zhao Hongben - he was a very familiar figure.

In the future, the famous work "Three Strikes on the White Bone Demon" was created by Zhao Hongben. This work is deeply loved by readers of all ages.

In addition, a series of classic comic strips such as "Water Margin 108 Heroes", "Little Five Gallants", and "Seven Heroes and Five Gallants" were all created by him. Before He Yuzhu could speak, the audience started to discuss:

"really weird."

"Why would you give these treasures to He Yuzhu?"

"He has no idea how much historical and cultural value these things carry."

"Yes."

"He's a researcher, a cook, why do you always ask him for everything?"

Although these questions did not contain any swear words, they were full of aggressiveness and sarcasm.

At this moment, Yan Bugui, who was standing nearby, finally showed a trace of relief when he saw the crowd besieging He Yuzhu. You know, almost no one in the yard could do anything to He Yuzhu; there he was almost untouchable.

But the situation here is completely different.

At this moment, Qi Baishi's other children were also watching. They knew very well how wise the choice Qi Baishi made was.

Qi Liangmo glanced at He Yuzhu and even regretted taking the things out now. However, he had no choice.

He Yuzhu had mentioned to him that he needed to leave for a while and come back to pick up the items in the evening. So Qi Liangmo was going to deliver the items to him first, but he didn't expect it to cause an argument.

Qi Liangmo looked at Zhao Hongben.

Looking around at the noisy crowd, their eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"Since everyone says so."

"Then let's set up a table."

"Look at He Yuzhu's strength."

Soon after,

There was indeed a table in the courtyard.

Qi Liangmo was waiting nearby.

Several other artists also came to the table.

As for Qi Baishi's other family members, relatives and friends, they were all busy with their own affairs.

"bring it on."

After saying that, He Yuzhu picked up the pen.

He started to paint quickly. His speed of painting was astonishing.

When He Yuzhu put down his first stroke, everyone present was deeply shocked. At first, they watched him writing with a mocking attitude.

But only a few minutes later,

They were all dumbfounded.