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In the end, Shu Qingmo still didn't follow what Yan Zonglang said, using Ye Xiaoxuan's disturbance to threaten Fang Wanrou to approve him.

One is that he has never done such a thing before and is not good at it, and the other is that his mounting technique is reliable enough that there is no need to use this method.

But at the root of it, perhaps Shu Qingmo himself didn't realize that he was just being angry and didn't want to obediently listen to Yan Zonglang's words.

This weekend, a literati gathering was held in the city at the Centennial Auditorium of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Many calligraphers and painters came to the conference with their works. Among them, although Fang Wanrou was not a calligrapher or painter, she still got the invitation letter through her relationship.

Since Fang Wanrou was still in mourning, it was inconvenient for Fang Wanrou to show her face, so she asked Shu Mengfu to attend on her behalf.

Although for Shu Mengfu, this elegant party was nothing more than a gathering of old men and old ladies touting each other, she still carefully did her hair and nails, and put on her favorite little dress.

"At eleven o'clock, the person in brown clothes is Dean Li Zhongdao of the Academy of Fine Arts."

In the bright and atmospheric century-old auditorium, Shu Mengfu took Yan Zonglang's arm beside her, and lowered her voice to introduce the literati present to him.

Yan Zonglang tilted his head to listen politely, his eyes drifted to Li Zhongdao's direction.After Shu Mengfu finished introducing the people standing beside Li Zhongdao, he straightened up and said to Shu Mengfu, "I'll go over and say hello."

"Uncle Li." Shu Mengfu came to Li Zhongdao with Yan Zonglang, and consciously acted as a matchmaker, "Let me introduce, this is my fiancé Yan Zonglang."

"I've heard of it." Li Zhongdao shook hands with Yan Zonglang, and said to Shu Mengfu with a smile, "You really found a good person."

Shu Mengfu smiled gently, and used her hands to pull the hair on the side of her face behind her ears.

"Principal Li," Yan Zonglang naturally took over the conversation, and directly changed the subject, "I heard that Madam is going to open a solo exhibition recently, have you considered choosing Huangjin as the venue?"

Li Zhongdao waved his hands and said: "My family is purely playing tricks, how dare she go to the Huangjin exhibition at her level."

Huangjin Building is one of the most magnificent buildings in Nancheng and even in the entire Jiangnan area. It has hosted many international exhibitions.And Li Zhongdao's wife is just a teacher of the South China Academy of Fine Arts, so holding an exhibition in Huangjin is indeed a bit self-proclaimed.

"It's easy to talk about." Yan Zonglang started the topic and briefly talked about the exhibition results of Huangjin in recent years.He took the opportunity to ask Li Zhongdao to have dinner together, and since he was the first to show his favor, Li Zhongdao naturally didn't want to refute his face, so he agreed.

Before the three of them dispersed, Li Zhongdao suddenly stopped Shu Mengfu and said, "By the way, Xiaomeng, how is my painting going?"

Shu Mengfu's smile faded a lot in an instant, and she politely replied: "The pre-processing seems to be not bad, but it still depends on the post-repair effect."

"It's not easy for my painting to be processed in the early stage." Li Zhongdao shook his head self-consciously, "Of course it's best if it can be mounted well, and the Jiangnan painting really depends on your Shu family."

Shu Mengfu's expression froze slightly, she tried her best to force a smile, and replied: "Yes."

After Li Zhongdao walked away, Shu Mengfu put away her fake smile, looked at Yan Zonglang beside her and said, "Can't you really think about it?"

Yan Zonglang lowered his eyes faintly, and asked knowingly, "What?"

Yan Zonglang and Shu Mengfu came to this literati meeting, and Yan Zonglang did have his own purpose - to meet Li Zhongdao, the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts.

He admitted that with Shu Mengfu around, things went relatively smoothly, but Shu Mengfu introduced him as her fiancé whenever she met, which still made him somewhat displeased.

Being polite doesn't mean he has to cooperate with acting, let alone being passive.

"Our marriage contract." Shu Mengfu raised her chin and said with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, "I can still bring you contacts, and Dean Li just now is a good example."

Yan Zonglang had already talked about this topic with Fang Wanrou, he didn't need to speak thoroughly, Fang Wanrou could understand what he meant.

But it is obvious that Shu Mengfu is not as clear as Fang Wanrou.

"It's not the same." Yan Zonglang said, "If your father is here, then the matter is likely to be settled now. But you also saw it just now, I have to ask Dean Li for dinner, and I may have to ask him three or five times. to get to the point.”

"The Yan family is so powerful in the south of the Yangtze River, what money can't handle?" Shu Mengfu said, "He agreed to have dinner with you, this is a good start, isn't it?"

"It's not that simple." Yan Zonglang said patiently, "Do you know why Yan's scholarship is a department-level scholarship?"

Shu Mengfu thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Even if the Yan family is rich, the Academy of Fine Arts will not set up a school-level scholarship for a business family." Yan Zonglang said, "You can think about it, are most of the school awards in your school commemorating famous artists?"

Shu Mengfu suddenly realized: "It seems to be..."

"So it's not like you said, you can get everything done with money." Yan Zonglang continued, "Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen are at the bottom of the business row. These literati don't like dealing with businessmen in their bones."

Shu Guohua is a special case.He pays attention to communication and has a wide network of contacts, and it is precisely because of this that Yan Zonglang first hooked up with him.

A look of unwillingness appeared in Shu Mengfu's eyes, she looked at Yan Zonglang and asked, "Then the Shu family is worthless to you?"

Yan Zonglang said cryptically: "Even if I can't make an appointment with Dean Li today, I still have other channels to get acquainted with him."

The subtext of the words: Yes, there is no value at all.

Yan Zonglang didn't worry about not being able to get acquainted at all, he just cared about efficiency and didn't want to waste time and energy.

Shu Mengfu smiled self-deprecatingly: "It doesn't look like it will be long before the Shu family will have nothing to say in the calligraphy and painting circle."

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "That's not necessarily true."

A gleam of light flashed in Shu Mengfu's eyes.

"Isn't the young master of your family restoring Dean Li's paintings?" Yan Zonglang said flatly, "If he really has this skill, your family still worries about not being able to stand in the painting and calligraphy circle?"

Two days passed, originally Shu Qingmo was afraid that Shu Yichen would find ways to trouble him, but luckily nothing happened.

The heart of the painting had already dried up, and he filled in the holes in the pine trees and rocks according to the lines and ink of the original drawing, but only the holes in the setting sun made him feel quite troublesome.

"This color should be fine, right?"

Luo Zihang held a small bowl with a flowery mouth and handed it to Shu Qingmo, while stirring the glowing red paint in the bowl, he said to Shu Qingmo: "I just tried it, this time it is definitely the same color as the painting. "

Shu Qingmo took the small brush from Luo Zihang's hand, dipped it into the paint and looked at it, then put down the small brush and said, "No, add some more ink."

"Add it?" Luo Zihang was very puzzled, "The color on the painting is not so bright, it's very abrupt for you to add it."

Shu Qingmo said: "I have used mineral pigments for more than ten years, and I know it well."

"Okay." Luo Zihang curled his lips, and added half a spoonful of Zhu Yu powder into the small bowl according to Shu Qingmo's request.

The purchased mineral pigment powder usually cannot be used directly, and has to be further ground to remove impurities, and then continuously soaked until the color is pure.

The set of paint that Yan Zonglang gave to Shu Qingmo omitted this step, but it also needed to add gelatin and alum to enhance the adhesion and stability, and to adjust the color according to the needs of painting.

Mineral pigments are more difficult to color than chemical pigments due to the highly saturated mineral pigment powder mixed with gelatin.

Nowadays, young people like Luo Zihang rarely know how to use mineral pigments, and basically only students majoring in mural painting will learn it specially.

"Now?" Luo Zihang handed the remixed small bowl to Shu Qingmo.

Half the morning passed, and after three bowls of paint were wasted, Shu Qingmo finally nodded.

Now the most difficult color-grading problem has been solved, and the hole in the setting sun is just a piece of cake for Shu Qingmo.

He picked up a clean wool fine pen, dipped the tip of the pen into the orange-red paint in the small bowl neatly, and after testing the color on the scraps beside him, he deftly raised his elbows and raised his wrists, gently brushing the incomplete parts. color complement.

"Look!" Luo Zihang shouted at the side, "I said the color is bright, you still don't believe it!"

Shu Qingmo put down the brush, looked at Luo Zihang speechlessly, and said, "This is mineral pigment. It will change color after drying, and it will change color after a year or two. You can't just look at the present, you have to consider what it will be like if it lasts forever. how."

Luo Zihang scratched the back of his head and said, "I can't see it, so have you mended this painting now?"

Shu Qingmo looked at the brand new old painting on the workbench, it was more than mended, it was perfectly mended.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's only a few steps away from getting on the pole."

The last few steps also have a lot of attention, but compared with repairing and full color, it is just a piece of cake.

It took another three days for Shu Qingmo to finish the finishing work.At this time, "Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun" was already comparable to the collections displayed in museums, and there was no sign of dilapidation before.

With the exquisite mounting technique, such a broken painting can be revived, and Fang Wanrou can no longer find any reason not to recognize Shu Qingmo.

If she wants to play tricks, it can only become a joke in the painting and calligraphy circles.

While thinking about these boring questions, Shu Qingmo put away "The Picture of a Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun".And just as he turned off the live broadcast, Fang Wanrou's call came in.

"Congratulations." Fang Wanrou's tone was quite indifferent, and she couldn't hear the meaning of congratulations at all, "When will you take the painting home? There are still some details to discuss about the inheritance."

Come back home?

Shu Qingmo couldn't help feeling funny when he heard this word.

"In a few days." He said lazily, "the right hand is still uncomfortable."

In fact, most of Shu Qingmo's right hand has healed, almost no pain anymore.The reason why he said that was because he hadn't figured out what to do next, and at the same time he wanted to deliberately harden Fang Wanrou.

"You can raise your hands slowly." Fang Wanju said, "Drawing first——"

Before Fang Wanrou could finish her sentence, Shu Qingmo received another call on her cell phone.

He looked at the screen, interrupted Fang Wanju and said, "There are other calls coming in, so let's not talk about it."

The caller was Yan Zonglang.

Shu Qingmo reckoned that Yan Zonglang already knew the result, but he couldn't help but said, "Mr. Yan, I've finished the painting."

"En." Yan Zonglang responded, "Will you give the painting to Fang Wanrou?"

Shu Qingmo said: "I haven't thought about it yet, but I don't really want to hand it over to her."

In fact, Shu Qingmo had no idea in his heart, he just vaguely felt that he couldn't just hand over his achievements.

Yan Zonglang asked in a flat tone: "If you don't pay, do you have any other options?"

Shu Qingmo hesitated for a moment, then said: "If possible, I would like to hand it over to Dean Li directly, lest Fang Wanrou make trouble behind her back."

"Then come down." Yan Zonglang said suddenly without beginning or end.

"What?" Shu Qingmo asked in a daze.

"I'm at the gate of your community." Yan Zonglang said, "I'm going to have dinner with Dean Li now."