Chapter 551 Can't be repaired
"Mr. Qiu, look at this..." Lu Yaozong looked at the old man.
Zhou Chenfeng's gaze also fell on the little old man.
The old man's temples jumped.
"Which waste paper mill did you pull this out from?" The old man frowned, looking disgusted.
"Are you sure?" Lu Yaozong asked.
"No." The old man answered very quickly.
"This has all been destroyed by the bookworms, how can we fix it?!"
key……
This is not some famous painting.
"Is there no hope at all?" Zhou Chenfeng still didn't give up.
Old man Qiu shook his head.
"If you're going to spend that much time repairing it, you might as well find someone to make a copy."
A word can wake a person up from a dream.
Zhou Chenfeng and Lu Yaozong's eyes lit up at the same time, and then they looked at Jian Qingyi.
It looked like a drowning person suddenly seeing a life-saving straw.
"Can you draw?" Zhou Chenfeng asked.
"Yes, that's no problem!" Jian Qingyi nodded.
She is good at this.
"Are you really planning to imitate it?" Old man Qiu was just talking nonsense, but he didn't expect them to take it seriously.
"Yes!" Zhou Chenfeng nodded.
Just do it.
Everything has been prepared long ago.
Jian Qingyi took off her gloves and the scarf around her neck and put them on the low cabinet next to her.
"Little girl, can you do it?" Old man Qiu was a little skeptical about the chubby and cute little girl in front of him.
Although this painting is not a masterpiece, it can be considered a top-notch piece.
In terms of brushstroke techniques, use of colors, and creation of artistic conception...
It is impossible to draw without more than ten or twenty years of practice.
"We'll know if it works if we try it." Jian Qingyi spread out the paper skillfully, concentrating on the preparations at hand without raising his head.
"You may not be a big man, but you have such a big mouth!" Old man Qiu laughed.
Seeing that there was rice paper in front of Jian Qingyi, Old Man Qiu's eyes showed even more interest.
Painters all know that raw rice paper is suitable for freehand landscape painting. The ink seeps into the paper quickly and can create a natural blending effect, but techniques are needed to control the thickness of the ink.
Rice paper is suitable for meticulous landscapes or antique paintings, as the ink does not spread easily and is convenient for detailed rendering.
He naturally thought that Jian Qingyi would choose cooked rice paper.
But I didn’t expect…
Crazy enough!
Old man Qiu found a seat and sat down.
He wanted to see whether this little girl was just young and impetuous, or whether she really had some skills.
Zhou Chenfeng and Lu Yaozong had no time to care about him at the moment, as all their attention was on the rice paper in front of Jian Qingyi.
Jian Qingyi was not in a hurry to put pen to paper. She carefully read over the fragment of the scroll that was riddled with holes from being eaten by bookworms.
No detail was left out.
Only after the fragments were completely imprinted in his mind did Jian Qingyi pick up the paintbrush in an orderly manner.
Zhou Chenfeng and Lu Yaozong stood aside silently, not daring to step forward.
I didn't even dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing her.
Sitting in front of the desk, she frowned, holding the paintbrush with concentration, her wrist slightly raised, and each stroke was precise and smooth. She completely forgot the existence of Zhou Chenfeng and the others, as if the only things in the world were the colors and lines in front of her.
At first, Old Man Qiu was a little nonchalant.
But gradually, he was also attracted by Jian Qingyi's concentration.
He walked to the desk with slow steps.
Just one glance and his eyes widened in shock.
After being stunned for a long time, he looked at the fragments of the scroll beside him with some disbelief.
Although it can only be considered a semi-finished product at best, we can already get a glimpse of the overall picture.
After several comparisons, Old Man Qiu was convinced.
Especially the smooth operation.
Old man Qiu was stunned by what he saw.
Others would glance at the paintings of famous artists from time to time, but this little girl was different. She was concentrating on painting the whole time.
If you don’t know, you would think she was painting by herself!
key……
The painting she copied was exactly the same as the fragment in terms of details, composition, and brushwork.
Although Zhou Chenfeng and Lu Yaozong didn't know much about painting, they could still make out a thing or two.
They both knew that Jian Qingyi was good at drawing, but they didn't expect that her memory was also so good.
After looking at it a few times, you can remember a painting with such complex colors and composition.
You have to know that paintings and words are different.
As for the text, you won't make big mistakes as long as you remember the most important things.
But it is different with paintings. There are too many details, and a slight mistake can lead to a huge loss.
No one expected that Jian Qingyi could remember all these details so clearly.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Lu Yaozong and Zhou Chenfeng would have found it hard to believe that there was someone with such an extraordinary memory.
Jian Qingyi didn't care what those people thought and just focused on painting.
The two little ones were still waiting for her at home.
When Jian Qingyi thought of the two little guys' pickyness, his hands moved faster.
In a blink of an eye, it was dark.
"I'm going to buy some food." Zhou Chenfeng glanced at the dark sky outside the window and said in a low voice.
"Go! Send Mr. Qiu back as well." Lu Yaozong also lowered his voice, fearing that he would disturb Jian Qingyi.
"I won't leave." Old man Qiu immediately rejected it.
"If you don't leave, what are you doing here? You can't help." Zhou Chenfeng frowned.
"I can't help, can't I just take a look?" Old Man Qiu snorted. Brat!
He was not like this when he first came.
Now that I don't need his help anymore, I want to get rid of him.
[When you need people, you face forward; when you don't, you face backward.] He really played it very clearly.
"Look, look, no one is stopping you from looking." Zhou Chenfeng rubbed his neck and turned to leave the house.
He just stood there watching, and his neck became sore.
I really don't know how that little girl managed to hold on.
"Chen Feng, remember to call your Aunt Qin and tell her that Yi Yi and I have something to do tonight and won't be back. Ask her to take care of Ruibao and Qibao." Lu Yaozong followed him out.
When Lu Yaozong thought of the two little guys being picky, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Hey!" Zhou Chenfeng responded.
Get in the car and go.
After arriving at Yunlai and ordering the dishes, he went upstairs to make a phone call while the chef was preparing the food.
The person on the other end of the line might be sitting right next to the phone, and the call was connected in a flash.
"Hello..." It was Qin Mengjie's voice.
"Aunt Qin, I don't think we'll be able to finish things here for a while. Uncle Lu and my sister-in-law may not be able to go back until tomorrow. I may have to trouble you and Grandma Lu to coax Ruibao and Qibao tonight." Zhou Chenfeng had something on his mind and didn't have the heart to exchange pleasantries. He just got straight to the important things.
"Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to ask Aunt Wang to make some food and send it to you?" Qin Mengjie asked.
"No need to trouble Aunt Wang. I'll just order a few dishes from Yunlai for a meal. I think we'll have to work a little harder tonight because of those two little guys..." Zhou Chenfeng was most worried about Ruibao and Qibao.
The two little ones don’t want to drink milk powder or other people’s breast milk. I’m afraid they will make a fuss tonight.
"It's okay. I'll ask Aunt Wang to prepare some complementary food for them, and then I'll feed them when the time comes." As a soldier, Qin Mengjie naturally knew the rigor of the job.
If Lu Yaozong doesn't go home, he must have encountered some difficult problems.
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