technical type

During the few days when it was raining, Ji Mo was studying characters by Mo Bingzhong's side. He thought he would learn these things later when he had a chance, but he was very happy to think that he could get in touch with them now.

"Practice calligraphy first, be able to read and write, and then learn to paint. If you don't know how to paint, the restoration of ancient paintings in the future will definitely be worse."

The restorer is actually a very comprehensive skill master. All the restoration of porcelain bowls and wooden boxes are manual skills. With better eyesight, steady hands, and a little skill, you can do it. It's almost the same, at most, it is to add a little artistic ability, so that the colors and patterns that are made up will not be vulgar and ugly.

But when it comes to the restoration of ancient paintings, the skills used are not only manual work, but also basic artistic operations.

You don’t need to draw a complete picture, or you can’t write a word completely, but you must be able to know how to repair the blank and leaky part after seeing the damaged text and painting, so that it can be as complete as new .

These are very professional things, and ordinary restorers can usually only do one of them. For example, restoring porcelain bowls is simply restoring porcelain bowls. They will never restore wooden boxes and ancient paintings. The painting is to restore ancient paintings. I can do that kind of meticulous work, but I can't do porcelain bowl restoration.

There are probably not many people in the world who can take all the repairs lightly, and Mo Bingzhong is the only one who can reach a higher level on this basis.

From this aspect, he is also a talented person with a lot of knowledge.

The most important thing is that his literary quality is good.

I didn't think before that during the two days of learning characters with Mo Bingzhong, listening to the meaning of the words, the usage of the words, and the original sentences brought out casually, even if they were not as thorough as those scholars who studied this way, it still made Ji Mo Po was surprised.

Who would have thought that such a rough-looking Taoist with a beard would have such a refined and knowledgeable side?

"Daddy is amazing, he speaks nicely."

Ji Mo's compliments were lackluster, and they were still old-fashioned words, but he spoke sincerely. When looking at each other with a pair of moist and bright eyes like this, it was as if he was looking up at the blue sky, with infinite awe and joy.

Mo Bingzhong relaxed his mind and regarded Ji Mozhen as his son and disciple, so he no longer had a pure and pleasant feeling for this kind of praise, and was more proud and proud. He also gave up a lot.

"Repairing a piece is still a craftsman's way, but I think it can be an art, not to mention the rest, calligraphy and painting restoration, if you can't know how to write the character, how the upper and lower sentences are, if there is something missing, how to judge whether it is one or two characters, Is it a flying brush ligature or abbreviated characters? Landscape figures, smooth and straight lines are the painter's original intention. If you can't understand the general outline of the painting, how do you know whether the blank space of the brush should be straight or zigzag? If the lack is large, the lines will This is all gone, should I leave it blank here, or fill the empty space with flowers, plants, mountains and rocks?"

What Mo Bingzhong said was very real, and Ji Mo nodded in his heart. When it comes to writing, he has only seen the clear strokes written by Mo Bingzhong on the sand, and he doesn't feel too deeply, but he said When it comes to paintings, there are many paintings in the last world, and I can't feel more deeply about this.

It is also a real scene, why does Wang Zichu draw an extra grass in a certain place, and draw a blank space in a certain place?It is indeed taken from the real scene, but how many grasses there are in the real scene can never be exactly as it is, even if there are more leaves on the tree, one less or less, it is impossible to see it.

Ji Mo had studied carefully and carefully compared the real scene with the painting, and finally judged that Wang Zichu's realistic style is indeed realistic, but this realism is also very realistic, all the scenery is for the depressing painting environment. , No matter whether it was his intention or not, in fact, this "truth" is still somewhat watery.

This is like giving you a multiple-choice question in a mental game. According to the rules of the multiple-choice question, you will only choose one of its options to fill in the blanks on the horizontal line, but what if all the options are the same?

Wang Zichu's paintings form a psychological impact through the sketched scenes, prompting them to choose the only option.Just like many people think of white clouds when they see the blue sky, they think of grass when they see flowers, water when they see mountains, and clouds and mist when they see a certain place left blank.

The feeling brought by this part of association is the final result of the painting environment, and the root of its appearance is still on the scene of the painting.

It seems to be those scenes, but every turning point has a mystery, and every line is not casually realistic.

It was ten years after Wang Zichu left, Ji Mo just studied this, and it was at that time that he had to feel that some people's talents are really enviable.

If Wang Zichu hadn't died, then he would have continued to grow in the past ten years, and what height would he be in the future?

I'm afraid it's not only the ceiling of the first-order world, maybe it can reach the level of the second-order world.

If you think about it this way, it should be no problem to use the phrase "Heaven is jealous of talents".

Perhaps even the world is jealous of such geniuses, limiting them virtually.

Of those masters, in each world, how many of them started well and ended well?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being a little melancholy, a touch of sadness filled my heart, and I still had regrets.

"...So, if you want to restore it, you must first know how to make it. Even the restoration of porcelain bowls can't be done just by relying on porcelain powder. This is especially true for calligraphy and painting. How do you know how to fix it?"

Mo Bingzhong spoke with emotion. Obviously, it is not easy to learn these things. In other words, those who have learned calligraphy and painting can at least develop towards a scholar. Stuck, craftsmen are better than merchants, but merchants look down on craftsmen more often.How many craftsmen can eat with their craftsmanship, but still insist on farming, is it because of the little harvest in the field?Obviously, it is hoped that there is still a signboard with the word "Nong".

"Daddy has learned all of them. It's amazing. Do I want to learn all of them too?"

Ji Mo's little brows frowned. If he spent a lot of time learning these things, he would have difficulty in coordinating his hands and eyes. Will it be too late if he tries hard to learn manual skills later?

"Learning by doing."

Mo Bingzhong touched Ji Mo's head as he spoke, the warmth in his broad palm dispelled the cool air blown into his hair by the wind, Ji Mo felt comfortable, his little head rubbed against Mo Bingzhong's palm, The soft hair was itchy, from the palm to the bottom of the heart, Mo Bingzhong secretly added some strength, rubbed it again, and said with a smile: "Daddy also learned by doing, so you should do the same."

It is passed down from father to son, that's how I learn, let you learn, maybe create better conditions, don't have to suffer so much, but the process is always the same.

"Okay, I will definitely study hard, better than daddy!"

Ji Mo raised his head and smiled, like a sunflower, blooming brilliantly, as if reflecting the sun.

"Okay, Daddy believes in you."

Mo Bingzhong echoed, with such a son to warm his already cold heart, he felt comfortable even in this cold and rainy night.

Ji Mo, who consciously acted as a small stove, slept peacefully, but Mo Bingzhong could not sleep for a long time listening to the sound of the rain. Hearing that the rain would stop tomorrow, he should eat something good. The child is growing up. Not enough money, or sell that bowl?He restored it very well, and most people should not be able to see its previous appearance. The seller must have forgotten it a long time ago. There are so many tatters, how can he remember them all.Just what, they should have left by then.

What's more, he is still a serious Taoist now, and he uses the technique of "rejuvenation with wonderful hands" on objects. If you think about it, the Taoist ancestor would not blame him for showing the power of Taoism...

The flexible thinking went farther and farther amidst the sound of the rain, and his thinking broadened accordingly. Many things that he didn't dare to think of or thought of before suddenly appeared, but Mo Bingzhong had countless inspirations that made him hide even more.

Those people are so high above that no one will remember him, but because of this, will he become a mouse who can't see the light of day?

—Never.

If it was said that he still wanted to be a mouse and eat a piece of their flesh before, but now, he only wants to live a better life.

How can a Taoist live a better life?

Before he knew it, Mo Bingzhong fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he only felt the warmth of his side, as if something was shining on him all the time, and the light beam was pulling him, preventing him from completely falling into the icy abyss...

Early the next morning, the sky cleared, and the accumulated water on the ground formed large and small puddles. It was easy to step into the water when walking, and accidentally wet the trouser legs rolled up high. Mo Bingzhong Going to see how far the paintings in the studio have dried in the shade, Ji Mo didn't let him go first, so he moved the bricks from the corner of the wall and smashed them into the puddles in front one by one, forcing a road leading directly to the entrance of the studio. Come on the path.

"Daddy walks on bricks, so he won't get his shoes wet."

As if showing off his cleverness, Ji Mo was happy to ask for credit.

Mo Bingzhong saw that the bricks were densely packed, which was more suitable for children's strides, so he didn't say anything, and walked in front with a smile, and Ji Mo followed, and also went to the studio.

There were still cold drops of water hanging from the lock. After opening it, there was no change inside, but there was a rustling sound, which seemed to be the sound of insects crawling. Presumably, some insects were sheltering from the rain in the house. I saw that the white powder on the ground was covered with dust. At the boundary of the circle, there was too much spray at that time, but now it seems that fortunately there is too much, otherwise it will be soaked by the rain and scattered, and the amount of medicine will not be enough, and it will not be enough to deter insects and ants.

There was a dampness in the room, the water was still coming in on the ground, and there was still a small pool of water on the uneven places. Mo Bingzhong first sprinkled the insect repellent powder around again, and then used his fingers to clean it. Touching the painting on the table, he took a rough look, and estimated, "It will take two more days, come back in two days."

Ji Mo responded, and followed Mo Bingzhong out again, like a tail, watching him take out the hidden porcelain bowl, hesitated for a while, continued to hide the bowl, and took the wooden box away.