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Yan's scholarship finally arrived, but Shu Qingmo didn't have the mood to have a big meal.

The old painting that Fang Wanrou asked him to reframe has already been sent. It was "The Picture of Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun" painted by a seventh-rank official during the Jiaqing period.If it wasn't for Luo Zihang's tip-off, Shu Qingmo wouldn't have known that this was the painting of Dean Li's great-grandfather.

Judging from the inscription, this painting has a history of more than 130 years. During this period, it should not be properly preserved, and the heart of the painting is seriously damaged.As soon as Shu Qingmo unfolded it, he found it quite tricky.

In order to prevent him from asking for help, Fang Wanrou asked him to live broadcast while repairing, otherwise his repair results would not be recognized.

Shu Qingmo had no choice but to install a camera on the workbench in the studio before starting to work.

After everything was ready, Shu Qingmo put aside the draft of "Duo Wen Tian Wang Holding the Tower" and started the first step of mounting with a sinking heart - examining the color of the work, and carefully checking the degree of dilapidation and defacement of the work.

This "Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun" is ink and color on silk (Note), if you want to achieve the effect of "repairing the old as old", it is best to use old silk materials from the same period when repairing.

This alone can confuse many framers, as old materials are so hard to find these days.

When the Forbidden City organized the restoration of "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival", many old paintings of little value in the Qianlong period were used, but now those old paintings of little value are also classified as cultural relics.

If it were someone else, they might worry about this first step, but Shu Qingmo is fine, because he knows that there are a large number of old paintings and calligraphy in the ink studio, and he can always find suitable materials.

"You said you wanted to frame a picture for the Shu family?"

Wu Yunmo stood behind the counter in Mozhai, with a rare look of surprise on his face.He pushed the silver-rimmed glasses that had slid down to the tip of his nose, and looked at Shu Qingmo with disapproval.

"I didn't think so at first." Shu Qingmo touched the back of her neck, "some things have happened during this period, and I found it necessary to fight for what belongs to me."

"There is nothing in the Shu family that belongs to you." Wu Yunmo frowned and said sharply, "Except for your own craftsmanship."

"Master," Shu Qingmo was slightly conflicted, "Shu Guohua treats me and my mother so well, it's not too much for me to take away his inheritance."

"You took the inheritance, and then?" Wu Yunmo asked, "Do you think you can pat your ass and leave? Shu Guohua can't leave you an inheritance with good intentions. He must have his own purpose. I think he has a premonition There is no successor to the Shu family, so I want you to return to the Shu family to support the Shu family's face!"

It was rare for Shu Qingmo to see such an agitated look like his gentle and elegant master.

In his memory, the last time Wu Yunmo was so excited was when his mother insisted on taking him back to Shu's house, and Wu Yunmo tried her best to dissuade him.

"Shu Guohua..." Shu Qingmo felt a little strange, "Why does he think that I can support the Shu family's face?"

Wu Yunmo stroked his chest and panted, looked elsewhere and did not answer.

"He doesn't know that I can still frame paintings." Shu Qingmo followed his instincts and guessed wildly, "Or did he know it all along?"

"Xiao Mo," Wu Yunmo calmed down a bit, "The circle of painting and calligraphy is not so easy to mess with. You have already found a good job. It's good to paint occasionally to earn some living expenses. Don't go too deep."

Wu Yunmo's words aroused Shu Qingmo's curiosity. He forgot the purpose of coming to ink studio today, looked at Wu Yunmo and asked, "Master, why don't you paint anymore?"

Wu Yunmo's eyes dodged, and Shu Qingmo continued to ask: "My mother said that you used to be very good at drawing, but then you suddenly stopped writing, what happened?"

"It's none of your business." Wu Yunmo lowered his face and changed the subject, "I don't agree with you mounting paintings for the Shu family. If you insist on framing, then you can find the materials yourself."

"And where did you learn your mounting skills?" Shu Qingmo turned a deaf ear to Wu Yunmo's words, and asked him the question that had been in his mind for many years, "My mother can frame herself, but you taught me my skills." , because she said you are stronger."

"Shu Qingmo." A sullen look appeared on Wu Yunmo's face, "If you still recognize me as your master, then don't have so many questions!"

Ever since Shu Qingmo could remember, Wu Yunmo had been doing calligraphy and painting business on the old street at the side entrance of the Academy of Fine Arts.

When his mother was kicked out of Shu's house by Mr. Shu while she was pregnant with him, Wu Yunmo was the first to go to him.Under Wu Yunmo's introduction, the mother met Luo Jiahui, who was a down-and-out painter at the time, and rented her vacant house, where Shu Qingmo had been growing up since she was born.

Back in the old dormitory where he lived for more than 20 years, Shu Qingmo sank down on the sofa listlessly, wondering whether he had arrived early in his natal year, and everything was not going well.

If the old materials are not used, the re-mounted paintings must be inferior works and cannot be sold at all.

This alone was bad enough, but Shu Qingmo also offended his mild-tempered master, which was more annoying than a poorly framed painting.

Laid down on the sofa for a while, Shu Qingmo took out his mobile phone and opened his live broadcast room specially set up for mounting paintings. A tattered old painting was placed on the workbench, just like him now. vitality.

In this boring live broadcast room, there are actually two or three people online.Shu Qingmo didn't need to think about it, there must be Fang Wanrou who arranged to watch his supervisor.

Just stare at it, Shu Qingmo thought nonchalantly, he couldn't frame any good paintings anyway.

Lying in a daze until evening, Shu Qingmo received a call from the courier.He hasn't shopped online recently, so he can't help feeling a little dazed.

Not long after, the courier brother delivered a heavy cardboard box to Shu Qingmo's door. He opened it curiously and found ten boxes of mineral pigment powders with one hundred and eight colors in it.

The brand of paint, Shu Qingmo, is familiar with it. It is a time-honored brand that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the price is extremely expensive. The ten boxes of paint cost at least 5 to [-] RMB.

Among the people Shu Qingmo knew, there was only one person who would give him such a precious thing.

"Mr. Yan, did you send the paint?"

Shu Qingmo dialed Yan Zonglang's phone number and asked anxiously.

Leaving aside whether he could accept such a valuable thing, he knew very well that the purpose of Yan Zonglang's gift of paint was to encourage him to complete the task in hand.But now he can't find good repair materials, so he is destined to fail to meet Fang Wanrou's requirements.

"Well, do you like it?"

Yan Zonglang's voice was slightly panting, as if he had just done a strenuous exercise.

"I can't accept such an expensive gift." Shu Qingmo said, "And whether it's expensive or not, I have no reason to accept it."

"Isn't it easy to ask for a reason?" Shu Qingmo was slightly distracted by the sound of splashing water on the other end of the phone, "When is your birthday?"

Shu Qingmo realized that Yan Zonglang was trying to find a reason to send him off, so he said stubbornly, "...I won't tell you."

"Okay." Yan Zonglang said helplessly, "You will graduate at the end of the month, right? Then it will be a graduation gift."

"That doesn't make sense." Shu Qingmo said stubbornly, "You are not my relative or friend, so there is no reason to give me a graduation present."

"Aren't I your relative?" Yan Zonglang asked back, "I'm obviously your brother-in-law."

Hearing this, Shu Qingmo was choked speechless.Yan Zonglang may have imagined his dull appearance, and added leisurely: "Call me brother-in-law?"

Of course Shu Qingmo wouldn't call, because he didn't regard Shu Mengfu as his sister at all.

His mind quickly turned around and asked, "Did you give Shu Mengfu a graduation gift?"

Shu Mengfu is 25 years old and just graduated from graduate school.If Yan Zonglang wanted to give him a graduation gift, it should also be a graduation gift for Shu Mengfu.

Now it was Yan Zonglang who was caught off guard, he let out a breath, and answered Shu Qingmo as if he had nothing to do with it: "No."

"Then I have no reason to accept it." Shu Qingmo said sternly, "You can give it to your fiancée."

"Little friend, if you ask you to take it, you can take it." Yan Zonglang seemed to have completely lost his patience, and stopped arguing with Shu Qingmo, but directly issued an ultimatum in a deep voice.

After all, Shu Qingmo didn't dare to flirt in front of Yan Zonglang. Although after several contacts, he was no longer as cautious as before, but if he had to say something, he was still very afraid of Yan Zonglang.

"I'm not a child." Shu Qingmo muttered with little confidence.

"The young master?" Yan Zonglang's voice relaxed, not implying impatience as before, "Is there anything else?"

"And..." Shu Qingmo was forced to accept the gift from Yan Zonglang, and now he became even more uneasy. He pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Yan, I may disappoint you."

"Disappointed?" Yan Zonglang said.

"That painting," Shu Qingmo paused, "I might not be able to frame it well."

"Is it difficult?" Yan Zonglang asked.

"It's more difficult, but it's okay for me. I've dealt with more extreme paintings before." Shu Qingmo said.

"Then why should I be disappointed?" Yan Zonglang said.

"Because it's not enough just to have a craft." Shu Qingmo said disappointedly, "I lack some materials in my hand, which means I die before I finish my job."

"So you want to give up now?" Yan Zonglang said.

"It's because I shouldn't be arrogant." Shu Qingmo didn't answer Yan Zonglang's question directly, "I haven't even graduated from university yet, so I'm too overconfident to compete with others for property..."

Shu Qingmo didn't know why he was so sad, maybe it was because Wu Yunmo didn't support him, which greatly affected his mood, or maybe it was because the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment, so he wanted to give Yan Zonglang a vaccination in advance.

Anyway, no matter what, he obviously felt that he was afraid, afraid of going against the master, and afraid of disappointing Yan Zonglang.

"Can you swim?" Yan Zonglang asked suddenly.

Shu Qingmo was stunned for a moment, feeling a little puzzled in her heart, but she still replied honestly: "Yes."

There are swimming lessons in college. Although he is not very proficient, it is not a problem to swim back and forth in the pool.

"Come to my house." Yan Zonglang said, "Put on your swimming trunks."

Coloring on silk: Chinese paintings are generally painted on paper or silk. Simply put, colored paintings painted on silk are coloring on silk. On the contrary, paintings painted on paper with black and white as the main tone are ink on paper. .