Mr Gingerbread

Chapter 70

Lu Ming didn't dare, he just stood aside and smiled.

Song Daishan was very relieved to see him. The students he had taught were not too many. Except for the few years he taught in the Academy of Fine Arts, the rest were taught at home. Those who were later in foreign universities can only be regarded as cultural Spreading, it is rare to start learning calligraphy from an early age as a career, and even fewer are talented.The old gentleman taught all the students who came to study carefully, and taught students in accordance with their aptitude. Everyone's situation is different, and the way of guidance is naturally different. After teaching like this, the teachers and students are very impressed with each other. Even though they haven't seen each other for so many years, he still recognizes them at a glance. Lu Ming came out.

After asking a few words about Lu Ming's studies and hearing that he continued to study calligraphy and painting in China, Song Daishan's expression was much more kind than before. He patted the back of his hand and praised: "Okay, you are doing well. According to Take your time with your own situation, and it’s best if you don’t rush. Cultivating talents is not about producing screws, and all of them will be formed in one mold. Although I haven’t seen your paintings, just listening to them is pretty good.”

This is the elder who protects Lu Ming the most. Lu Ming received so many praises when he was a child, and it was not for nothing. He gave him a high score based on his childhood impressions.

The more Song Daishan looked at his student, the more satisfied he became. He turned to Old Han and said, "I said this kid will be a handsome young man when he grows up. How about it, Bingsheng, am I right?"

Old Han laughed, as if he was boasting about his own family members.

There were no outsiders in the study, and the conversations were all about family matters. Song Daishan deliberately favored him, thinking that Lu Ming had learned calligraphy and painting from him, and he belonged to his side, so he asked him to find a seat next to him.Han Qiaoyu also sat around. He was next to Lu Ming, and he didn't give Lu Ming a chance when pouring tea. He took it upon himself. When he talked to Song Daishan, he spoke respectfully, but his expression was relaxed, and he could see that he was close.

Song Daishan pointed at the two of them, and said with a smile: "They are on good terms now. They were with me when they were young, but they fought a lot, and both of them were very naughty. Later, Lu Ming broke his leg, and Qiao Yu was still carrying it on his back." He came to class, the two of them wrote big characters together in class, Qiao Yu didn't write a few good ones by himself, and was still worried that Lu Ming could not write well, really..."

Han Qiaoyu's face remained unchanged, and he didn't look embarrassed at all, and even laughed when he heard it.

Listening to the old man talking about their childhood, Lu Ming also remembered something. He was a little embarrassed, so he changed the topic and led the old man back to the photo album, pointing to the thick black and white photo album and asked: "What is there in your book?" The photo seems to be of Yongle Palace, is it a photo left when it was moved back then?"

Song Daishan kept holding the photo album, glanced at what he was pointing at, and then turned to the photo album: "Yes, there should be a few photos from your father's side, didn't he mention it to you?"

Lu Ming shook his head and said: "When he was happy, he would say a few words, but he didn't talk about it in detail. I don't know very well. I also went to see it later. Now the new site is very well built, and the murals The protection is very good, there is no trace of stitching, and the teacher who repaired it is very careful."

Song Daishan was very happy when he heard that: "That's good, we are also thinking about it when we are away."

Elder Han on the side said, "I wanted to ask last time, Xiao Lu, your father also participated in the relocation, right? Is he in this photo, and what is his name?"

Song Daishan said: "Why don't you know, his father is Lu Jincheng."

Lu Ming flipped through it, and happened to have a group photo that he also had at home, and pointed, "Here."

Mr. Han quickly put on his presbyopic glasses, looked at what Lu Ming pointed out, and said, "Ah, it's actually a child of Brother Lu's family? Back then, Brother Lu did a lot of helping those who were engaged in construction on the construction site, and even made it himself. As for a few small tools, I remember that a curved saw is particularly useful, and it is most convenient to remove the clay painting on the high window..."

Song Daishan said: "That's not true, how many people will go there, architects, archaeologists, and people from our Academy of Fine Arts, hundreds of people have been busy for half a year, it is really a big project."

Mr. Han caressed the old photo, and said with a smile: "No, I have had headaches since the construction started. I first demolished the walls and then dropped the frames. Fortunately, it is a traditional wooden building, so I can make such a toss."

Han Qiaoyu said, "Did you tear down the wall first?"

"That's not it," Mr. Han flipped through a few sheets, pointing to Lu Ming and the others. "Did you see this? This is a construction site that was half demolished. The Falcon structure was disassembled and transported to the new site, but it can still be pressed back as it was. At that time, not a single piece of wood was left, and all of them were moved there. Here, such a big glass The components and the painted paintings on them are very well protected, and the stone tablet at the door is so heavy that there is no crane!"

He flipped to the back, and it looked like a photographed mural was protected layer by layer, sealed with wooden boards and being carefully transported to the car. Mr. Han said with emotion: "These murals are also more than 500 yuan, and a piece of mud has not been touched. Bad." Having said that, he looked up at Lu Ming again, smiled and said, "Last time, I should have seen your stubbornness when you carried me down the mountain. You must have been taught by Senior Brother Lu. Where did you move?" After a while, a worker almost knocked down a piece of mural, which was more than two meters high, and your father rushed over with one stride, resisted with his shoulders, and held it up with his hands, thus protecting the piece of mural."

Song Daishan also calmed down, and sighed for a while: "It's also because of this, your father's right hand is injured, is he okay now, will he continue to draw?"

Lu Ming said: "I won't draw anymore. He took over my grandfather's class and taught in his hometown." He looked at those old photos, and there were occasional pictures of his father when he was young. The appearance of the vicissitudes of life, I have never seen him so high-spirited.Lu Ming lightly touched the old photo with his fingers, and said, "This is the first time I've heard of these things."

Song Daishan said: "Your father is amazing. He hurt his hand at the time. The saddest thing was the old dean. Your father studied Chinese painting and mural painting with the old dean, especially murals. The old dean liked him the most and praised him all the time. It’s very smoky, very interesting.”

While talking to Lu Ming, the two old men continued to flip through the photos and told him about the past.

It was a warm memory of youth among the green mountains and green waters. The busy people in the Chunyang Hall of Yongle Palace did not have any selfishness to demolish it, and only wanted to protect the only huge mural palace in the world.When I close my eyes, I seem to be able to see those days when I turned on the big gas lights and worked hard, and I was tired and full of energy every day.

Han Lao smiled and said: "It was really not easy for us back then."

Song Daishan said: "Who had it easy back then, but fortunately, we have fulfilled a wish, and we also want to thank the old dean for taking students to copy it. Copy the album, follow that, and there will be no trouble." There was also a little nostalgia in his eyes, he took off his glasses and wiped them, and smiled: "That was all so many years ago, and it still seems to be in front of me when I think about it." Yes, we're all old now."

Mr. Han immediately said: "No, young people are very useful, can we not be old? Hey, didn't you say that you didn't see Lu Ming's paintings, just came to stay for two more days, and I still have them in the small hall over there. It’s really good..." As a senior forum enthusiast, Mr. Han didn’t forget to blow a wave for their forum, "You don’t know, Lu Ming not only draws well, but also draws well. There is a calligraphy and painting forum, there is a special section for you, I just looked at it and found it, I have been doing it for ten years, it is very good, and now the children are also interested."

Song Daishan was very interested, and asked: "Oh? What kind?"

Mr. Han proudly said: "You can't even speak clearly, you have to register yourself, take out your mobile phone, and I'll show you."

Two old men wore reading glasses and began to register for the forum there. They are older and have experienced a lot, but they live an open-minded life. They don't care about the fame and fortune outside. They close the door of the study and look like old urchins. Have fun.

Lu Ming was in charge of technical knowledge, and asked cautiously, "What name do you use?"

Song Daishan said: "Just use this one. I have been with me for most of my life, and I don't plan to change it. Oh, what are you young people called? You don't wear vests anymore?"

Lu Ming thought that the forum might explode today, so he was flattered to register for the old man, and immediately used his power to get Mr. Dai Shan a top member. He was given all kinds of permissions, and all kinds of certifications and medals are also available.

Old Han was jealous. Seeing that Lu Ming had been certified and awarded a large golden medal, he couldn't help but said, "I want one too."

Lu Ming said, "Uncle, that's a real-name authentication. Which identity do you use?"

Mr. Han thought for a while, and said, "Why don't we first authenticate a famous domestic collector?"

Han Qiaoyu interrupted and said, "Let's use the identity of the operator of Shushizhai."

Mr. Han also said yes repeatedly, and Lu Ming certified him as a "Master of Shushizhai", followed by a golden medal.

Song Daishan glanced at Mr. Han's account, and said casually, "Why is he a bit different from me? He has more titles than me?"

Mr. Han was already sore, but now he was even more sour: "Brother, you just registered for the first time today. I have been ten years old. Can you be the same as me? If I had known that Xiao Lu could do this, I would have given it to you a long time ago. He recruited to my house." He raised his eyes and looked at his son who was not doing well, and felt sorry for his incompetence.

Han Qiaoyu looked sideways at Lu Ming, his eyes were all on him, and he didn't notice it at all.

Lu Ming and the others didn't bother them much, they talked for a while, then got up and left.

After leaving the study, Lu Ming still had a smile on his face, and Han Qiaoyu approached him and asked, "Aren't you afraid now?"

Seeing no one around, Lu Ming raised his head and kissed him in the slightly dark corner of the corridor, smiled and said nothing.

Han Qiaoyu took his hand, stroked it, and smiled.