I Took Home A Mummy - Chapter 34
“It’s you?”
Yu Lao walked over and retrieved the calligraphy and painting in his hand. It was a painting of the Willow in Spring in the Song Dynasty. He opened it carefully and found that the painting was broken from the edge to the middle, and the obvious trace completely destroyed the perfection of the painting.
Old Yu felt a pain in his heart, his sharp eyes were drawn towards Mo Huai, and his whole body was forced.
Guo Dayong on the side trembled slightly. Everyone knows that Yu Lao not only loves antiques, but also loves painting. Now, his treasure is damaged, that…
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Old Yu, don’t be angry with your old man. You are a little ignorant. I will hand him over to you and let him take care of your old man.” Guo Dayong smiled and decided to push Mo Huai out.
At this moment, the others present did not dare to make any noises, and all looked nervously at Mo Huai who was standing in the middle.
“not me.”
Completely indifferent to the old stern gaze and the majestic aura that pressed against him, Mo Huaiying’s eyebrows wrinkled, and his face was expressionless, and he replied coldly.
Old Yu looked at the painting in his hand, panicking with regret in his heart. He glared at Mo Huai and said angrily: “They all correct you, don’t want to deny it.”
Guo Dayong was afraid that Yu was annoyed by the old, so he hurriedly said: “Mo Huai, you must admit that you have done something wrong. Since you have damaged the famous painting, you must take the responsibility.” He must put himself away. Hengrou Hengsheng’s face was fierce, “I tell you now that you have been fired and you are no longer an employee of our company. The mistakes you made have nothing to do with the company.”
“Boss, how can you fire Brother Huai?” Cao Yang couldn’t help but ask.
Guo Dayong glared at him, “Shut up, what do I decide to ask you to interfere? No matter how much nonsense, I even fired you.”
“This is clearly not…”
“I said, I didn’t destroy the painting.” Cao Yang’s words were interrupted by Mo Huai’s cold voice.
“It doesn’t matter if I am you or not, you will be responsible for the problems caused by the painting, or you will lose the exact same one, or you will lose money.”
Old Yu was blowing his beard and staring. This spring landscaped Liutu was one of his favorite paintings. It took a lot of money and thought to find it back. It has been hung in the store for people to admire him. destroyed. “Otherwise, hum, don’t blame me for being rude to you.”
After hearing Yu Lao’s request, everyone secretly mourned for Mo Huai. How could they lose the exact same painting? As for losing money, it is estimated that there is no fraction of the money that a porter can pay.
When Guo Dayong heard this, his whole body trembled, and his fat belly also trembled. He remembered the old deeds.
He used to hear that Yu Lao had a strange personality and was crazy about painting. In order to collect the paintings he liked, he would do whatever he could. Once there was a person who competed with him for a painting, and later, the famous painting was won by that person. However, it didn’t take long for the person who got the painting to declare bankruptcy. As for the painting, it finally fell to the old hands. Because of this incident, everyone has a new understanding of the old idiot painting. For a painting, people go bankrupt, and everyone is even more taboo against the old.
Mo Huai didn’t expect the old man in front of him to be unreasonable.
“Humph.”
He snorted coldly, his dark eyes were cold, “Why should I listen to you.”
It’s been a long time for Yu Lao to meet someone who is not afraid of him and has the courage to refute him. He had some appreciation in his eyes and threatened his mouth: “Because I can control everything about you, including destroying the things you care about most.”
“you……”
For an instant, Mo Huai exuded a forceful aura, and a hostile light flashed in his black eyes.
After a stalemate for a while, he glanced at Yu Lao with a cold look, his thin lips with excellent lip shape slightly raised, and his smile blatantly opened up, “Isn’t it just a broken picture? I will pay you for one.”
As soon as his words fell, everyone couldn’t help taking a breath, and then, in their shocked state, only heard Mo Huai say arrogantly: “Prepare paper and ink.”
Yu Laoban narrowed his wise eyes, and the powerful aura of the young man in front of him pressed on, making him have to look at him, “Okay.”
There is a lounge and a study room in the back of the antique shop, which are in the old special place, and now he let it out.
In the study room, there is a desk made of red sandalwood in the middle. Behind the desk is a large bookshelf as high as the ceiling, which is neatly filled with books. The most striking thing is that there are a lot of calligraphy and paintings hanging side by side on the four white walls. There is no big gap between the paintings and the paintings. It can be seen that the number of calligraphy and paintings is large, and it can be seen from the old love of painting.
There was a fragrance of books and ink in the air.
Only Mo Huai, Yu Lao, and Guo Dayong fell into a moment of silence in the study.
At this time, beside the desk made of red sandalwood, Mo Huai started to use ink skillfully, and the inkstone used for painting was more demanding than calligraphy.
Soon, the ink in the inkstone was as black as oil, and there was a feeling of radiance, obviously good ink. Mo Huai picked up the pen and dipped the black ink on the inkstone. His Qingjun’s face was solemn, his delicate chin was tightened, and he began to concentrate on the white paper.
Standing opposite to him, Yu Lao saw that Mo Huai’s posture was firm and powerful, and he knew that the other party had some foundation.
The pen contains light ink, jumping on the white paper, dragging out the willow leaves, and with a few strokes, the blowing willow leaves are vividly outlined. Yu Lao’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t believe the scene before him. He didn’t expect a porter to paint, and it was pretty good.
Standing a little farther away, Guo Dayong opened his head and looked around and found that Mo Huai had a somewhat decent posture. After a few glances, he lowered his voice and said to Lao with a flattering smile: “Lao Yu, sit and wait first. It is estimated that he will paint for a long time.”
Veteran Yu looked away from Mo Huai’s pen and glanced at Guo Dayong’s false face with a smile. Without saying a word, he walked to the mahogany chair next to him and sat down, making tea with his hand.
The fragrance of tea and books overflowed the study room, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and the mood was sublimated.
Mo Huai felt that he was very comfortable when he started painting. The pen and ink leaped on the white paper, as smooth as water. Once the tip of the pen fell, the image came into being, as if he was already familiar with everything, where it was tilted, how it was going backwards, and where it was necessary to drag the pen to show its sharpness.
I dont know how long it took. Yu Laos tea was brewed and brewed. There were already several pots. When he wanted to go to see the completion of the painting, Mo Huai stopped writing, and he moved naturally to put the pen on the inkstone. .
“Okay?” Yu Lao stood up, his steps a little anxious.
On the long red sandalwood desk, a painting exactly like the original one appeared in front of him.
Veteran Yu looked surprised, he leaned forward and leaned closer to the picture, and looked carefully, “This…” He is very familiar with the “Spring Willows”, the picture on the desktop is exactly the same as the original one. Even the lines of the willow leaves are not bad at all.
If you want to tell the difference, the previous one is softer and obviously lyrical. And Mo Huai’s paintings are strong on the back of the paper, with sharp edges, and the undercurrents hidden behind the spring scenery are shocking.
Mo Huaijun’s face looked cold, “This painting is not bad from that one.” After a pause, he said again: “Moreover, on the painter, it is obvious that mine is better.”
Guo Dayong leaned over and looked around. He didn’t know anything about painting. He looked at the painting on the desktop and then looked back at the original picture on the wall. He was surprised that it was exactly the same. When he heard Mo Huai’s words, he scolded: “I can’t help myself. The old collection is a famous painting. Even if you imitate it, can you compare it with other masters?”
He turned his head and smiled and said to Lao: “Yu Lao, let’s not be familiar with such people.”
“To shut up!”
In the next second, Guo Dayong was reprimanded for a moment, and then, under his stunned mouth, he clearly saw Yu Lao glaring at him, cursing: “Don’t speak if you don’t know anything.” Then, he looked at Yu Lao incredulously. , His tone was relaxed, and he smiled charitably and said to Mo Huai: “Young man, your painting is really good.” Shaking his hands, he moved carefully to pick up the painting. He smiled and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes became deeper. “I will forgive you this time.”
Mo Huai snorted coldly and insisted: “I didn’t damage the painting.” If it weren’t for the old man’s unreasonableness, he would be unwilling to ignore him if he was worried that Tangtang would be involved.
“I don’t hold you accountable anymore.” Yu Lao waved his hand. He didn’t care about it. He was a bit grateful that the previous painting was damaged. Otherwise, how could he get the current masterpiece.
Holding the painting, Yu Lao watched it over and over again. He was very satisfied with Mo Huai’s painting. It has both form and spirit, and the artistic conception is generated. The most important thing is its artistic conception. Compared with the several paintings in the previous collection, it is better and more in line with his heart. .
Mo Huai glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desktop, his expression inexplicable, he no longer pressed his thin lips lightly, with an indescribable feeling.
“Young man, how long have you been learning to paint?” Yu Lao was obviously in joy, his face no longer serious.
“Never studied.” Mo Huai replied casually, and then walked directly outside.
Old Yu thought he didn’t want to talk, but looking at the back of him about to walk out the door, he suddenly called out to Mo Huai, “Hey, young man, wait a minute.”
“Something else?”
Mo Huaiying frowned and looked dissatisfied. This old man was really annoying.
Yu Lao moved carefully to put Mo Huai’s painting back on the table, pressing a corner of the paper with a thumb to prevent it from falling to the ground. After a series of actions, he said: “You can draw another picture for me.”
“No.” Mo Huai said coldly, and refused directly, “Just now you only asked for compensation for one picture.”
“No, you first listen to my terms.”
Yu Lao remembered a picture of “Midnight to the Moon” from the Tang Dynasty that he had accidentally obtained before. What made him distressed was that the picture had not been preserved before. It has been passed on for thousands of years, and many parts have been dilapidated. He shouted to Mo Huai, in order to let him restore the original picture of this painting, not only because of his great skill, but also because his painting is very similar to the mood of “Midnight Against the Moon”.
“I want you to help me restore a painting, and I can pay you.” With his hands behind his back, Yu Lao looked at Mo Huai with bright and wise eyes, “I will pay you 100,000, how about? “
One hundred thousand?
Mo Huai remembered that the bracelet sent to Tangtang was 8,880 yuan, and he had already deposited 2,550 yuan.
Seeing that there was no response from the other party, Old Old God Yu was there and said: “Not satisfied? Then I will pay you 200,000.”
Two hundred thousand?
Mo Huai frowned. He has enough money to buy a bracelet, but how should he tell Tangtang that his job is gone?
Observing Mo Huai’s expression, Yu Lao frowned, obviously unwilling, “300,000, you can give it to me within a week.”
Three hundred thousand?
Mo Huai was taken aback. He knew that his painting must be very good, but he did not expect that Old Man Yu would pay so much money for him to paint.
“Up to half a million.” Yu Lao’s tone began to be annoyed, “Young man, it’s enough.”
“You are stupid, 500,000 yuan, please quickly agree.” Guo Dayong was completely shocked when he heard it. He didn’t expect Yu Lao to be generous and like Mo Huai’s painting so much. “Yu Lao asks you to help, just because he can look down on you, don’t be too greedy. At this price, even if you work as a porter for a lifetime, you won’t make money.” He reprimanded.
Mo Huai glanced at him with dark eyes.
Guo Dayong was scratched by the cold gaze, shaking his whole body and closing his mouth in fright. He whispered in his heart, he didn’t expect that Mo Huai, a porter, had such a momentum, which made his heart tremble a bit more than Yu Lao’s majesty.
“I can promise you, but I have one condition.” Mo Huai’s thin lips curled up slightly, and the cold black eyes flashed brightly.