Wen Ruyu knew that Feng Qingxue was quite busy, so she did not blame her at all for not coming to perform her duties as a student for several days in a row. Instead, she handed her some of the key points of painting techniques that she had recently handwritten.

"You can find me some more pen and paper, and while you are at home and I have the energy, I can write out all my previously unpublished manuscripts. When you return to the army and I am not here with you, you can study my works. , practice with concentration.”

As a leading figure in the painting world, Wen Ruyu has written more than a dozen works on the appreciation and techniques of calligraphy and painting. Some have been published and are widely known, while some unpublished manuscripts that are still being compiled were burned when he was in trouble. He did not want his hard work to be lost. So when I accepted Feng Qingxue as my disciple, I started to think about writing it again.

Feng Qingxue said respectfully: "I will send it to the teacher tomorrow. Are you accustomed to using a pen or a brush?"

"Of course it's a writing brush. I'm not used to using fountain pens. I feel uncomfortable no matter how I use them." I have used writing brushes all my life, and I only used fountain pens recently when I was writing a self-reflection letter. However, the old man hates fountain pens deeply.

"Okay, I'll prepare a brush and ink for you."

Wen Ruyu said willfully: "Don't use ink in the bottle. The writing will not look good at all. Is there an inkstone? Is there an ink spindle? The ink ground with an ink spindle is better to use than the ink in the bottle."

Feng Qingxue smiled and said: "They are all there, they are all there. If not, I will find a way to find them for you."

She really has these treasures in her space, including priceless inkstones and hundreds of years of pine smoke ink, all of which were found on the black market. There are also probably lake pens. She remembers that Father Lu also gave her a set of the Four Treasures of the Study before. , if not, go to some old stores to buy them to get rid of the old thinking. These old stores have basically closed down, but the goods have not been completely damaged.

After hearing this, Wen Ruyu nodded with satisfaction, holding the flashlight Feng Qingxue brought, the old man shone on a meticulous painting Feng Qingxue brought, carefully looking at it bit by bit, and couldn't help but frown.

Feng Qingxue mentioned Wen Ruyu's meticulous painting of a beautiful lady.

Wen Ruyu suddenly realized, "I said why this painting of yours looks so familiar to me. It turned out to be a copy of the painting of a lady I had in my middle age. I remember that I gave that painting away, but now I don't know where it is. Where did you see it?" ?”

Feng Qingxue smiled and said: "What do you think I and Ajiang are busy with during this time? I didn't come to learn from you. We were hiding in the scrapyard in the city, secretly taking out the cultural relics and antiques that flowed into the scrapyard. Then they hid it in a deserted place. The money spent is a small thing, but the main thing is that it takes a lot of effort and fear. I dug out your painting from the waste paper, but the picture is slightly damaged and needs to be restored later. ”

Wen Ruyu was dumbfounded for a moment, then immediately praised her, "It should be, it should be. Studying at this time is a small matter, but saving the national cultural heritage is a big deal! It's a big deal! We have a long time to study, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, as long as my old man As long as you are alive, I will teach you carefully. But once you enter the factory, those cultural heritages are really gone."

Having said this, the old man burst into tears with a look of sorrow on his face, "Your uncle Huang Qinghong is an expert in ancient culture research and works in a history museum. All the precious books he collected were burned down!"

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