The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen named his art gallery "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery". If it's not on the Genshan River or the Mishi River, then it should be called Hepan. Zhang Chen himself liked this name very much, but Liu Ligan felt that this name Too stingy, too ordinary.

Zhang Chen smiled and asked, what is it called, "Times Art Museum" or "Daqian Art Museum"?

"Daqian Art Museum is good, Daqian World is great." Liu Ligan shouted.

Zhang Chen laughed: "What if people mistakenly think it is Zhang Daqian's art museum?"

Liu Li stared blankly.

Zhang Chen decided to use the "Riverside Oil Painting Museum". He originally wanted to write the name of the museum himself, but a professor from Zhejiang American Academy of Arts and a student of the old National Art College said that he should ask a famous person to write the name of the museum, so that Only this library of yours has appeal.

Zhang Chen said, I don’t know any famous people, teacher, either you can write it for me. In this industry, you are more famous than me.

The professor smiled and said, "How dare I write? Look at the collections of my classmates in your collection. I don't even dare to write. In order to show my support for you in this matter, I will give you two pieces of my own collection from the art museum. I will write you another letter to introduce my old senior. As for whether he is willing to name you, that is up to you, Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Chen quickly expressed his gratitude to the professor and asked him, who is this old senior?

"Wu Guanzhong, is Wu Guanzhong important enough?" the professor asked.

Zhang Chen was taken aback and shouted: "Of course Teacher Wu is worthy enough, but how could he give me a title for this small restaurant?"

The professor smiled and said, "Not necessarily. If you are very famous, he may not give you questions. As long as it suits him, he doesn't care how famous you are."

The professor immediately wrote a letter to Mr. Wu. Zhang Chen took the letter and went to Beijing the next day. He thought, no matter whether Mr. Wu was willing to name him or not, with this letter, he could at least take this opportunity to visit Mr. Wu. , it is also good to listen to his teachings in person.

Zhang Chen went to the Central Academy of Arts and Crafts according to the address given to him by the professor. He found Mr. Wu's home and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door happened to be Mr. Wu Guanzhong. Mr. Wu had white hair and was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt. Chen quickly bowed and said, Hello, Teacher Wu!

Mr. Wu looked at him and asked, which newspaper are you a reporter for? I haven't been interviewed by reporters recently, and I got angry when I said what you all wrote in random words.

Zhang Chen quickly said that he is not a reporter, but was introduced by your classmate.

Zhang Chen took out the letter from Professor Zhejiang University of Science and Technology and handed it to Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu opened it and read it, then stuffed it into the mailbox at the entrance of the hospital and asked Zhang Chen, "I just want to go out for a haircut, can you follow me?" Follow me?

Zhang Chen said yes.

Mr. Wu closed the courtyard door and walked forward with Zhang Chen. They walked for five or six minutes. In front of them was a forest. Several retired teachers were enjoying the shade in the shade. There were also people playing chess. Mr. Wu was playing chess with them. He said hello, stood beside the chess player and watched for a while, and then walked inside.

After walking for more than ten meters, Zhang Chen saw an open-air barber stall with the word "barber" hanging on a tree. Next to the tree was a washbasin stand with a washbasin on the stand and a bucket next to it. There is a wooden chair next to the water and washbasin shelf, and next to it is a recliner. On the recliner, a barber in his sixties is lying there smoking.

Seeing Mr. Wu, the barber quickly stood up. Zhang Chen was confused and thought, Mr. Wu was talking about getting a haircut here, right? You must know that Mr. Wu at that time was not only a famous painter and professor, but also a recipient of the highest French government medal and a member of the Standing Committee of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. At auction, a painting could fetch 200,000 to 300,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu called for a haircut, then walked to the wooden chair and sat down. The barber picked up an apron, shook it "pa, pa" and put it around Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Chen who was stunned there, nodded to a stool next to him, and told Zhang Chen to sit down and sit down if you have anything to say.

Zhang Chen sat down.

"Why is your museum called the Riverside Oil Painting Museum and not the Art Museum?"

Mr. Wu seemed to have only glanced at it briefly, but he remembered all the contents of his classmate's letter. He asked Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen quickly said, I think the concept of art is too big. I don't have that big ambition. I just learn oil painting by myself and like oil painting. Now that I have the ability, I want to build an oil painting gallery and collect some of my favorite works. It is also a very personal restaurant.

Mr. Wu nodded and said, what are your ideas?

Zhang Chen said, isn't this just a coincidence? I just bought a batch of paintings by students and teachers from the National Art College. I thought, speaking of it, the real origin of Chinese oil paintings is from the National Art College. Because of the relationship, I want to build a special museum with the theme of the National Art College on the second floor.

On the first floor, I collect some current oil paintings that I like. In this way, the upstairs and downstairs also reflect a kind of inheritance.

"You said you collected a batch of paintings from old art schools. Which ones did you collect?" Mr. Wu asked.

Zhang Chen opened his bag and took out a stack of photos. These were the batch of works he took specially.

Zhang Chen showed the photos to Mr. Wu one by one. After seeing two, Mr. Wu and the barber said, "Master Wang, please wait a moment."

The barber stopped. Mr. Wu took the stack of photos from Zhang Chen's hand and read them one by one. He seemed a little unconvinced. He said, "They were all painted very early. Where did you come from?" of?

Zhang Chen said, I still have two paintings by Teacher Wu.

"Mine?" Mr. Wu asked.

Zhang Chen nodded. He took out two more photos from his bag and handed them to Mr. Wu. When Mr. Wu saw them, he was surprised and shouted, "I thought these two paintings were gone long ago."

He looked at Zhang Chen and asked, "Did you buy this from Mr. Qiu? Where is he now?"

Zhang Chen knew that Mr. Qiu, whom Mr. Wu was talking about, should be the middle school art teacher who had passed away. Zhang Chen said that he had passed away, and I bought this from his wife and son.

"Tell me, tell me." Mr. Wu urged.

Zhang Chen told Mr. Wu what he knew about Mr. Qiu and how he bought the painting. Mr. Wu said that Mr. Qiu was not a bad painter, but he did not dare to paint and buried himself. .

"Buried?" Zhang Chen asked doubtfully.

"The family background is not good. After being liberated, I have to behave and be honest. How about burying myself in the soil?"

Zhang Chen nodded and understood.

"Do you know why we call him Mr. Qiu?" Mr. Wu asked.

Zhang Chen shook his head.

"One is him and the other is Sanyu. Sanyu did not go to the National Art College. They were together when they were in France. Both of their families were rich. Mr. Qiu's family ran a weaving factory in Songjiang. At that time, our paintings were If he likes paintings, we exchange drinks with him, he invites us to a restaurant for drinks, and we give him paintings." Mr. Wu said with a smile.

Zhang Chen said: "I like this batch of works very much, although technically speaking, they may not be as skillful as your later works."

"Oh why?"

"There is a brute energy in these works, the fearless energy of young people."

"Yes, yes," Mr. Wu said, "You are right. What were we afraid of at that time?"

After shaving his head and trimming his face, Mr. Wu asked Zhang Chen, "Do you want to pay attention to me? Do you want to treat me?"

Zhang Chen quickly said thank you, my hair is not long yet.

Mr. Wu took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it to Master Wang. Master Wang said, it was too much, two yuan is enough.

Mr. Wu smiled and said, "I don't have any change, but my head is worth five yuan."

The two people then walked back to the door of the courtyard and knocked on the door. A little girl opened the door for them. Mr. Wu said, my granddaughter, call her uncle. The little girl called Zhang Chen uncle.

Mr. Wu brought Zhang Chen to the studio and asked Zhang Chen, "Do you want me to inscribe the name of the museum for you?"

Zhang Chen quickly said, if Mr. Wu doesn’t dislike my place being too inconspicuous.

Mr. Wu suddenly shook his head, "Who said that? With that batch of works, no one dares to say that you are inconspicuous."

After laying out the paper, finishing writing, and stamping his stamp, Mr. Wu stood there and asked, if I give you two paintings from the museum, do you want an oil painting or an ink painting? My ink paintings are now shot at very high prices, and oil paintings are not as good as ink paintings.

Zhang Chen was startled, not expecting Mr. Wu to ask this question, and quickly said: "I am very grateful to the teacher for giving me the inscription. I dare not ask for any more of Mr. Wu's paintings. If possible, I can buy it."

Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Chen and said, I will give it to you if I say it will be given to you. I will not sell it to you.

Zhang Chen said: "If this is the case, I still want oil paintings. I like Teacher Wu's oil paintings and ink paintings very much. To be honest, I don't understand them very well."

"But ink is valuable."

Zhang Chen said: "I think that what I like has nothing to do with whether it is worth something. No matter how expensive it is, I will not sell it. No matter how cheap it is, I still like it."

Mr. Wu smiled and nodded. He told Zhang Chen, "Let me tell you a story about love and money. There was a couple who were acquaintances. When they got married, I gave them a painting. The two of them couldn't live together. If it goes on, we will get divorced again, everything will be divided properly, and in the end, it is the painting I gave, both of us are fighting for it, and both want it.

Later, it was said that it was a painting and a lawsuit was going to be filed. When I found out, I told them not to file a lawsuit. I would paint another one and give it to you. Guess what happened, haha. Later, at the auction At the meeting, this painting appeared.

Zhang Chen blushed and said quickly, Teacher Wu, this kind of thing will never happen here.

Mr. Wu smiled and said, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about today's society. This money has made people don't know who to trust and who not to trust. It has destroyed the trust relationship between people. In this way, very bad.

Zhang Chen nodded.

Mr. Wu took out four oil paintings and asked Zhang Chen to choose from them. Zhang Chen chose two, both depicting rural scenes in the north. Zhang Chen and Mr. Wu said, I like these two paintings.

"Why?" Mr. Wu looked at him and asked.

Zhang Chen thought for a while and said: "Although these two paintings are both in warm colors, I can read a kind of sadness in the paintings, which makes the whole painting full of emotions."

Mr. Wu stared at Zhang Chen for a while, then nodded. He said, "It seems that you really understand. I didn't send these two paintings to the wrong person. They were all painted when I was decentralized. At that time, , not even an easel, do you know where I put it?

Zhang Chen shook his head, and Mr. Wu gestured and said, doesn’t the basket we use to pick up manure have such a high handle? Just put it on the basket like this and lean on the handle behind, isn’t it just an easel, haha.

After Mr. Wu finished laughing, the smile faded from his face. You are right. At that time, no one knew what would happen in the future.

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