After receiving the ancient paintings, they did not go back to the museum or the public security bureau. Under the command of Zhao Yuanshan, the group turned into a quiet courtyard. It turned out that Zhao Yuanshan's master, who was nearly 90 years old, lived here and was a national treasure. Restoration expert.
It's already late at night, but the old man is already sitting in the studio waiting for everyone.
According to the regulations of the city bureau, wherever the ancient paintings are made, there must be at least two policemen following them. Xu Zheng and an old detective followed him into the old man's studio.
Dean Bai whispered a few words to him, and then the old man waved his hands resolutely, and then asked Zhao Yuanshan to open the ancient painting. It was really broken in two parts. The old man felt very distressed, and touched the ancient painting with trembling hands, " This is our national treasure, and it has been preserved for more than 900 years. It’s a pity, it’s a pity.”
Dean Bai and Zhao Yuanshan looked at each other and felt ashamed. After all, the ancient painting was stolen from the Changming City Museum.
Then the three old men began to discuss who could restore the ancient painting. It turned out that it was not difficult to repair this section. What was difficult was that Song Huizong’s calligraphy was contaminated by ink. There are not even a thousand calligraphers in the country who can write thin gold calligraphy, but in the end it is just Written like.
For a painting like this, it is best to leave it to one person to restore it. In this way, during the restoration process of the ancient painting, the restorer can better understand the artist's intentions and Song Huizong's mood when he saw the special court painter copying Zhang Xuan's painting. Turn to the artistic conception of the inscription.
It turns out that this painting was actually painted by craftsmen who painted for the emperor. After they finished the painting, the emperor inscribed and sealed it. Tsk, no wonder there are so many paintings left by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, with different painting styles. It turns out there is this reason. .
Dean Bai proposed several candidates for restoring ancient paintings, but the old man shook his head and objected. The main reason was that they could not write the true meaning of Song Huizong's thin gold body.
In fact, Zhao Yuanshan's skills in restoring ancient paintings are good, but he was not sure about those words. "Master, why don't we let my junior brother do it?"
When Dean Bai heard this, his frown relaxed a little, but then he frowned deeply, "Uncle Liu, Brother Zhao, hasn't Yan Guiliu quit this industry for more than ten years?"
"Don't worry, Dean Bai. Although he has resigned from the museum for more than ten years, he has never given up his craftsmanship. Moreover, he still has a lot of high-tech equipment there, which is no worse than that of Ziwei Palace. As for Guiliu's current craftsmanship, I am Ashamed of myself.”
In fact, there was one thing that Zhao Yuanshan didn't say. He knew that Dean Bai must have heard about Yan Guiliu's incident. After all, the circle was so small.
At that time, Yan Guiliu listened to his friend's slander and imitated a thin gold calligraphy of Song Huizong while he was half drunk. Who would have thought that his friend would fake the calligraphy and transfer it to ancient rice paper, and then sell it. It’s a sky-high price to go out.
After the incident, Yan Guiliu was also implicated by his friends and withdrew from the world of calligraphy and painting.
Finally, under the insistence of Dean Bai and Zhao Yuanshan, the old man agreed to let Yan Guiliu give it a try.
Two hours later, it was already past three in the morning. Just when Xu Zheng was feeling sleepy and wanted to take a nap, a handsome man in his forties came in from outside.
They were polite and it turned out that this was Yan Guiliu. Xu Zheng thought he looked familiar, but couldn't remember who it was for a while. Soon, Yan Guiliu walked to the desk and carefully inspected the ancient paintings, especially the fractures. There are still a few small potholes, and finally there are more than twenty thin golden bodies of Song Huizong staring at them, especially the three places stained by ink.
Finally, he narrowed his eyes and smiled charmingly, "Master, Dean Bai, I think I can give it a try."
After the candidates were determined, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the next step was even more troublesome. The restoration of ancient paintings required a long preparation time and a lot of materials. Some of the materials can no longer be found, especially those used by Song Huizong. Rice paper is really hard to find on the market now.
"For the rice paper, I asked Ziwei Palace to send two collections of calligraphy and painting by Song Huizong overnight, and take some rice paper on top of them. As for the raw materials for repairing this kind of ancient paintings, Ziwei Palace is also out of stock, and they have been repairing them continuously last month. Three paintings.”
The old man doesn't have it here, he hasn't done anything for many years, and Changming City, including Zhao Yuanshan, doesn't have it. The materials needed for ancient paintings that are more than 900 years old are very difficult to find.
At five o'clock in the morning, Xu Zheng was driving. The destination was an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, an undeveloped one. Yan Guiliu was sitting in the car. Only now did Xu Zheng know that this was a famous investment expert in Shanghai. It was said that he was worth nearly 100,000 yuan. Ten billion.
The purpose of their trip to the ancient town was to collect materials needed for the restoration of ancient paintings, but these materials surprised Xu Zheng. The first stop was an old bamboo house. Seeing Xu Zheng's curious eyes, Yan Guiliu smiled, " The curtain made of old bamboo is a tool for drying the empty paper, and the bamboo clothes attached to the bamboo tube can increase the toughness of the paper pulp."
After saying that, he took out the tools from the trunk and asked Xu Zheng to go up to the roof and take down some bamboos. Then, he took a carving knife and split the bamboos, and then took out a knife as thin as a cicada's wings and slowly scraped it. The bamboo clothes on the bamboo tube have a focused expression, and his eyes are sharp and deep. At this moment, no one would have thought that he was still a billionaire.
At the next stop, he found a beekeeper. Yan Guiliu wanted to buy wasp legs. Of course the beekeeper didn't want to do it at first, but after seeing a series of numbers, he turned around and became a bee killer.
Seeing the extremely awkward look on Xu Zheng's face, Yan Guiliu explained: "The legs of wasps are used to prepare paper pulp. Honeycombs that are more than three years old can be used as pigments for painting with the petals of ferns."
Well, Xu Zheng thought to himself that he was just a fool, but then, after the two of them found the three-year-old hive through the beekeeper's guidance, Yan Guiliu asked Xu Zheng to get it with a smirk on his face.
Take, how to take this, Xu Zheng wanted to scold you, others respect you as a billionaire, but I, Xu Zheng, am still a systematic person.
In the end, after completing the mission, the two people finally obtained the hive in an indescribable process. The cost was a few stings on the body, and they also had to run five miles of dirt road at once, and then continued to collect ferns after stopping. petals.
Finally came to the last item, collecting the old man's dandruff. Seeing Xu Zheng's even weirder expression, Yan Guiliu shrugged, "The old man's dandruff and crushed rotten bones can create ancient drawings eroded by dust." Effect, so this thing must be collected, not less.”
There was no other way. Xu Zheng used Ren Guiliu's money to summon the old people in the village. Then, while giving money, he used a fan to help the old people blow the dandruff on their heads.
This morning, we finally got this part of the raw materials, and the rest had to be completed in the studio of Ren Guiliu in the Demon City. Ordinarily, the ancient paintings could no longer leave Changming City at this time, but in Dean Bai and his team After persisting, eight police officers were finally dispatched to keep an eye on the ancient paintings throughout the two and a half days.
Xu Zheng was also "lucky" to be assigned here. Yan Guiliu's studio was super large. It not only contained various tools and materials for ancient painting restoration, but also various high-tech equipment, such as a thickness measuring instrument, which was extremely accurate. Micron scanner, fully automatic steamer, color analyzer, etc.
Next, Yan Guiliu seemed to be a different person, serious and conscientious. He spent a day preparing various raw materials, and then he processed the painting core, which meant washing the old paintings, scalding them with hot water, and then washing them with sheep. Squeeze out the dirty water with a belly towel.
Then comes the fate-revealing paper...
If Dean Bai and Grandpa Zhao hadn't been explaining it to Xu Zheng, he would have thought that Yan Guiliu was destroying ancient paintings at first, and that he was just a layman watching the fun.
A long time passed, and as Ren Guiliu put down the last stroke, he began to age and frame it again. A painting that was completely comparable to the "Copying of Zhang Xuan's Tamping Practice Picture" in the Boston Museum appeared in front of everyone. Unexpectedly, the ancient painting passed Repaired and framed, it looks more primitive and historical.
After everyone thanked Yan Guiliu, they quickly rushed to the Changming City Museum. Today was already the third day. The mustaches from the Kingdom of the Sun had been waiting at the museum for a long time. Finally, amidst their impatient and loud noises, this painting was restored to perfection. Ancient paintings were placed in front of them.
