The Richest Man Yang Fei

When Yang Fei rushed over, the security guard had already caught the noisy man.

He was an old man with white beard and hair, thin body, very excited, and yelling.

Li Yanan asked: "What's going on?"

"Teacher Li, he is going to destroy this painting!" the security guard said.

Li Yanan now has a different identity and has many titles, but she likes to be called Teacher Li the most, so everyone invited in the art museum calls her that.

Li Yanan glanced at the old man and said, "It's okay, just let him go."

"But, Teacher Li, as soon as we let go, he will destroy the painting again." The security guard did not dare to let go.

Li Yanan said: "It doesn't matter, there are so many people here! If he really dares to take action, it won't be too late for you to catch him. There must be a reason for him to be so noisy at such an old age. Let me ask him. "

The security guards released the old man and kept a vigilant eye on the old man. As long as the other party dared to move, they would rush forward and bring the old man down!

Yang Fei recognized the old man and called out: "Mr. Zhao?"

Li Yanan said: "Yang Fei, do you know him?"

Yang Fei hummed, stepped forward to support Mr. Zhao, and asked, "Mr. Zhao, why are you here?"

Mr. Zhao just used too much force and was out of breath at the moment. He waved his hand and said intermittently: "I, come, see, show, show..."

Yang Fei shouted: "Come here, bring a chair! Quick!"

Immediately, a staff member brought a chair over and placed it behind Yang Fei.

Yang Fei glared at the staff member, and then helped Mr. Zhao sit down.

Mr. Zhao gasped for a while and then recovered.

Yang Fei said to Li Yanan: "Mr. Zhao is an old soldier. He is seventy-three years old this year."

Li Yanan was in awe and shouted respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Zhao. I was so rude just now."

Mr. Zhao said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just too excited."

Yang Fei pointed at the painting and said, "Mr. Zhao, did you feel so angry when you saw this painting that you couldn't help but want to rush forward and beat the Japanese?"

Zhao Laodao: "Yes, yes! I get angry when I see the Japanese! I..."

He couldn't talk anymore and burst into tears.

Mr. Zhao choked for a long time before he said: "When I was a teenager, all my family members were killed by the Japs. I was the only one who escaped by gathering firewood on the mountain. When I came down from the mountain, hundreds of people in the village were gone. Men and women, young and old, all were killed! All were killed!"

All the listeners were shocked and moved.

Zhao Laodao: "I am from the north. I went south alone and joined the Red Army. Others say that everyone must have a dream in life, so my dream is to kill all the Japanese soldiers!"

He pointed at the painting and said with a trembling voice: "These Japanese soldiers, these Japanese soldiers! This is how they killed the entire village, even the newborn babies..."

Many people at the scene shed tears, and one little girl burst into tears.

Yang Fei stepped aside a little so that reporters could take pictures of this touching scene.

He said to Mr. Zhao: "Mr. Zhao,

The Japanese soldiers have long been driven out by your generation! This is a painting, painted by teacher Li Yanan. The name of this work is called Massacre! "

"Well done! Well done! Well done!" Mr. Zhao had regained his consciousness. He gave Li Yanan a thumbs up and praised him three times in a row.

Li Yanan said: "Although I have not experienced that history of blood and fire, I have also heard about the horrific massacres decades ago from various documents, film and television materials. There are some shortcomings in my paintings. , I sincerely ask for Mr. Zhao’s advice.”

"Well done!" Mr. Zhao still said the same thing.

Seeing that Mr. Zhao's energy had recovered, Yang Fei said, "Mr. Zhao, there are still many paintings. Would you like to visit them again?"

"well!"

"I'll help you."

"No need to support me, I'm still strong! Even though I'm over seventy years old, if the motherland needs me, I can still hold a steel gun and go to the battlefield!"

The audience burst into warm applause.

Li Yanan asked: "Yang Fei, how do you know him?"

Yang Feidao: "Our group once invited some anti-war veterans to give speeches in the company and conduct patriotism education. Mr. Zhao is one of the guests we invited."

Li Yanan said: "That's it. Yang Fei, I have an idea and I want to ask you for help again."

Yang Fei said: "I have never refused anything from you."

Li Yanan blushed slightly and said: "It's like this. When I painted this massacre, many of my ideas and techniques, as well as planning and layout, were too hasty. I think this subject matter is really worthy of me." I want to paint, so I want to hear more about the memories of veterans like Mr. Zhao and hear them talk about what happened in the past. Only by getting first-hand materials can I create better works."

Yang Fei said: "Are you not afraid anymore? Do you still dare to draw?"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just painting! Mr. Zhao has experienced such glorious years personally, and he can still live so energetically! I should learn from him."

"A nation that dares not face bloodshed is doomed to be beaten. A nation that dares not face its history will certainly not have a future."

"Yang Fei, you said it so well. You must help me with this matter."

"Okay, this is easy. While these veterans are still alive, we should really listen to their stories more and truly record that period of history so that future generations will remember it!"

"Can you still find those veterans?"

"Of course." Yang Fei said deeply, "Actually, we are not limited to these veterans. We can launch a larger interview nationwide to find veterans who participated in the Anti-Japanese War, and ask them to tell the history in person, and then I want to gather together to publish a book! I’ve already thought of the title, it’s called Memoirs of a Veteran of the Anti-Japanese War, and then it will be paired with your paintings, so it will be even more shocking!”

"Okay, then I have to work hard and draw more pictures, otherwise your book will appear too thin. Also, all the proceeds from the book will be donated to the veterans!"

"good!"

The two looked at each other.

Yang Fei continued to accompany Su Tong on his visit.

When he came to Yang Mingyi's root carving exhibition hall, Yang Fei unexpectedly discovered that his grandfather's root carving works were very popular!

Apart from Exhibition Hall No. 1, Yang Mingyi’s exhibition hall was the most crowded.

Many people gathered around the root carving and commented.

Someone reached out to touch the root carving.

The staff quickly stopped: "Sir, you can't touch this."

Yang Mingyi smiled and said: "It's okay. My root sculpture is different from other works of art. You can touch it at will! The more people touch it, it will be like adding a layer of pulp to the root sculpture, which will make it more beautiful!"

After hearing what he said, everyone who visited reached out to touch the root sculpture.

Yang Fei whispered to his grandfather: "It's okay to touch it, but be careful of someone deliberately causing harm."

Yang Mingyi said: "The root carvings are very solid and not easy to damage. Even if they accidentally break somewhere, I can just dip it in glue! It's rare that everyone likes it so much, so just touch it!"

Yang Fei thought to himself, Grandpa’s attitude is so good!

With this kind of mentality, it is impossible for people to be so optimistic until they live to a certain age and have certain experiences.

The first day of the opening of the art museum ended smoothly and successfully!

The next day, the news media reported on the matter and the subsequent response shocked Yang Fei and Li Yanan!

Something they didn't expect happened!

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