Back to 80: My Literary Life

Look at the shrimp’s beard? !

Ma Weidu suddenly thought of something and said with a very respectful look: "Mr. Wang, can you tell me what can be seen from the beard of this shrimp?"

"Okay, I will tell you today." Wang Shixiang was also patient: "Look at the shrimp in this picture, everything else is lifelike, except that the shrimp's whiskers are too soft, like cotton thread, and they don't look like living creatures at all. Must.”

Ma Wei took a closer look, and it seemed like it was really like this.

"This shrimp tentacle is not easy to draw. When it is hard, it looks like steel wire, and when it is soft, it looks like cotton thread. Only the softness in the steel is what Qi Baishi painted. Of course, you have to see many of Qi Baishi's paintings to develop your eyesight. It’s not possible for ordinary people to come out,” Wang Shixiang concluded.

Ma Weidu remained silent after listening and fell into deep thought.

"What, Pony, you don't believe me?"

"No, Mr. Wang, today I met a colleague of mine in Liulichang Cultural Street, who is also the editor of a magazine. He also saw that this painting was a fake. I didn't believe it at first." Ma Weidu said.

"Who are you traveling with?" Wang Shixiang suddenly became interested.

"His name is Fang Minghua. He is the editor-in-chief of Yanhe magazine in Xijing. He was recently invited to teach as a substitute at Lu Academy. I met him by chance when I was visiting Liulichang just now." Ma Weidu asked how he identified the condition of this painting when he met Fang Minghua. Briefly told Wang Shixiang.

"Fang Minghua" Wang Shixiang thought for a moment and suddenly laughed.

"It's him! Your colleague is no ordinary editor. He is a collector of calligraphy and paintings!"

Everyone collects calligraphy and painting? !

Ma Weidu blinked his eyes in disbelief.

I can't tell, he's younger than me.

"You don't believe it? Do you know who the mysterious buyer who bought nearly 10,000 calligraphy and paintings by painters from the Republic of China period was at the National Museum the year before last year? It was Fang Minghua from Xijing!"

Nearly 10,000? !

Damn it!

Ma Wei was completely shocked.

Aren’t they all poor editors like me? Even if he earns royalties from writing novels, he can't afford so many paintings, right?

"I also admire this man's courage. No one cared about those paintings at first. I heard that Curator Wang was so anxious that he bought them all in one go! Look, now Rongbaozhai has started buying them!"

Wang Shixiang sighed.

Suddenly asked again: "Xiao Ma, what did you just say Fang Minghua was doing in Yanjing?"

"I heard him say that he is temporarily teaching at Lu Xun College of Literature." Ma Weidu replied quickly.

"Oh Xiao Ma, if you have time, please help me make an appointment with him and invite him to my place as a guest. I want to chat with him." Wang Shixiang said.

Mr. Wang takes the initiative to treat you?

What a strange news.

Usually others take the initiative to visit him, and it is rare to hear Wang Shixiang take the initiative to invite others.

"Okay, I will go to Luyuan recently to help you invite him." Ma Weidu said.

Fang Minghua didn't know that the big boss in Yanjing's collection circle had already extended an invitation to him. After returning to school in a Crown taxi, he immediately stripped off after entering the dormitory, took a shower in the bathroom, and put on a clean T-shirt to feel comfortable. Lying in bed.

When you have time, go to the Yanjing Painting Academy near Chaoyang Park to take a look. Specifically, there are many modern and contemporary calligraphy and paintings of domestic celebrities collected there.

If you can’t buy it, it’s a good thing to gain more knowledge.

But I would never go out on such a hot day, it would be miserable.

Two days later, it was Sunday. Fang Minghua was sitting in front of the computer typing in big pants in the morning, when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Is Editor Fang here?"

Hey, this voice sounds strange.

Fang Minghua quickly put on his coat, turned off the computer screen, and opened the door to see Ma Weidu, whom he met by chance in Liulichang the day before yesterday. He was holding a net bag in his hand, and there was a big watermelon in it.

"Editor Ma? Rare visitor, please come in."

Fang Minghua greeted the other party with a smile.

Ma Weidu came in, looked at the computer on the desk, and praised it again.

I couldn't help but admire it in my heart.

What a rich man.

I thought I was considered good among editors, right? I didn’t expect there to be anyone more stylish than me.

The two chatted for a while, and Ma Weidu explained the purpose of his visit: Wang Shixiang wants to invite you to his home.

"Editor Fang, to tell you the truth, I still didn't believe what you said that day. Can you tell whether it's true or false just by looking at the shrimp's whiskers? Later, I paid a special visit to Mr. Wang, and I realized that what you said was so right. Mr. Wang was right. You also appreciated it very much, so I specially invited you to his home. "

Fang Minghua has naturally heard of the name Wang Shixiang.

It was not on the Internet before time travel, nor in a book, but what the old man told him when he was chatting with Yan Bingchu.

A collector in Beijing.

If Ma Weidu invited him, Fang Minghua wouldn't want to go there, but Wang Shixiang would.

Even though a big boss in the collecting world invited him, Fang Minghua was still willing to go, just to see the world.

So he said: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for the invitation. When?"

"It's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Let's leave today." Ma Weidu said.

"Don't worry, kill and eat the watermelon you brought before leaving. It's such a hot day." Fang Minghua said and was about to wash the watermelon.

"Editor Fang, let's go. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

"Okay, okay, you wait for me to get off, and I'll change my clothes." Fang Minghua said helplessly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Ten minutes later, Fang Minghua went out and followed Ma Weidu who was waiting downstairs. After leaving the school, they met and went straight to Fangjiayuan Alley in Dongcheng.

Sitting in the car, Fang Minghua thought of something and asked Ma Weidu: "Editor Ma, is it inappropriate for me to go empty-handed like this? What does Mr. Wang like? Cigarettes, wine? Or tea?"

"Haha, Mr. Wang doesn't smoke or drink, and he's not very particular about drinking tea. You can't get the gadgets he likes to play with for the time being. Why not go to the market and buy a mandarin fish." Ma Weidu explained.

"Mandarin fish?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang likes to eat mandarin fish, and I heard that cooking mandarin fish is also a specialty."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two went to the fish market on the fifth floor of the gate and bought a mandarin fish. Then they rushed to Fangjiayuan Hutong and entered a courtyard deep in the alley. Fang Minghua went in and was surprised to find that the yard was quite big, but But it wasn't Wang Shixiang's family who lived there. It was a messy courtyard.

Fang Minghua was surprised.

"This courtyard was originally passed down to the family of Mr. Wang, but now his family does not live there. There are seven other families. Mr. Wang only lives in three large north rooms." Ma Weidu looked at Fang Minghua's surprised expression and explained in a low voice.

Fang Minghua said oh and said nothing more.

When he arrived at the north room, through the open door of the hall, Fang Minghua saw an old man with gray hair looking down at something.

"Old Wang!" Ma Weidu shouted.

Wang Shixiang raised his head and saw the two people standing on the threshold, and immediately greeted them with a smile.

Fang Minghua followed Ma Weidu into the room and glanced quickly.

Oh my god.

Some of the exquisite Ming-style furniture that should have been displayed in the museum was actually crowded into a pile. Under the tall table was the Eight Immortals table, and under the Eight Immortals table was the short table, layered one on top of another.

On the smooth and wood-grained rectangular table, there were actually bottles and cans, leftover noodles, and half a bowl of fried sauce!

Seeing Fang Minghua looking at the bowl of miscellaneous noodles, Wang Shixiang quickly put it away with a smile, "My wife went out to paint, and I am too lazy to put away the food, so don't make me laugh."

How dare Fang Minghua laugh at others?

I think this old man is quite cute, and he doesn't think that the big guys in these industries are all old-fashioned in the eyes of ordinary people.

He also thought of Yan Bingchu from Xijing, who was almost eighty years old and did not follow trivial matters.

Is it true that as people get older, they can see things more openly and live more clearly?