"The center of the painting is seriously brittle, and a large crack divides the painting into two parts. The life paper and the center of the painting are sticky." Ren Zixian carefully observed the connection between the center of the painting and the life paper. "This level of adhesion is slightly If you are not careful, you will damage the center of the painting.”
"So how are you going to expose it?" Professor Mo asked, "What method?"
At this time, several senior brothers and sisters also gathered around. Before starting the painting, they would all be questioned by Professor Mo in this way. The purpose was also to make their thinking clearer before starting.
They all had the impression that this painting was the lesson of a senior brother who was killed.
I still remember that Professor Mo directly said to his senior brother: "You can't repair this painting."
And now this painting is taken out as a test for newcomers.
Sure enough, the previous senior brother raised his eyebrows. Even he couldn't repair the ancient paintings. How could a newcomer still do it well?
Before he could speak for his little junior sister, Ren Ziyi said casually: "You don't need to peel it off. The damage to the life paper is not serious, and the mildew spots on the surface are just some tiny penicillium. The center of the painting and the life paper are seriously sticky. If Forcibly removing it will only cause greater damage."
Professor Mo Wen nodded, and Ren Zixian then said: "If the holder of the painting must wash away the mildew, he can rinse it with chemicals."
"What potion to use?"
"Alcohol, oxalic acid, potassium permanganate...what do you need to see this painting?" Ren Zixian said, "But I won't touch this painting easily."
The senior brother who had his studies canceled felt contempt in his heart. He was indeed a student that Fengjing did not want. He snorted coldly: "Can't you even cultivate this?"
"Because of the author of this painting." Ren Zixian shook his head, "Every time we restore a painting, we do it on the basis of the original. No matter how old it is, it will never be the same painting as before. "
"Then you said the author..." The senior brother didn't believe in evil and turned over the painting's author with disdain, "It's Mr. Guliang..."
The senior brothers and sisters around him took a breath. Gu Liang was a painter more than a hundred years ago. He was good at landscapes, flowers and birds, but all the papers he used for paintings were specially made by his wife.
Not only do we not have the same ancient paper today, we can't even find materials similar to it for repair.
In this way, not only the slightly moldy heart of the painting, but also the torn and holed backing paper are indispensable.
As a painter, he really strives for excellence, but in the eyes of restorers, he is one of the most troublesome people.
Some professors tried to make up for it before, but just making the paper look like it was already very expensive.
Now if the senior brother wants to complete this work, it should not be possible without more than half a year.
"The covering paper of this painting is too moldy. If it is moved, the covering paper will not be saved." Ren Zixian gently touched the frame of the painting, "It won't work if it is replaced. The ship of Theseus is constantly changing its planks. , as long as the original broken plank is not replaced, it will not become another sailboat. This painting does not need to take such a big risk."
"Ship of Theseus?" Senior sister and senior brother looked at each other.
It's a philosophical proposition: a ship can sail the seas for hundreds of years, thanks to constant repairs and replacement parts.
As soon as a plank rots, it is replaced, and so on, until all the parts are no longer the same. Is the ship still the same Ship of Theseus, or is it a completely different ship?
If it wasn't the original ship, then at what point did it stop being the original ship?
This proposition is so famous that it has even spawned many philosophical works discussing it.
Ren Zixian: "Every component of this painting is a cultural relic. Mr. Gu Liang's work is precious because of this special hand-made ancient paper. If it is replaced, the Ship of Theseus will no longer be the same as before." the ship”
Professor Mo Wen smiled and said: "But what we are doing is not decryption. Shipwrights will not consider such profound issues."
Ren Zixian gently rolled up the painting: "It's just my humble opinion."
Professor Mo Wen looked at her deeply and said, "I seem to understand why Professor Yu insisted on sending you here. The restorer's job is not to find good craftsmen, but rather to preserve ancient objects. You should also be in awe of these old guys. Only the heart can do it.”
After saying that, he glanced at the senior brother who had been kicked out of his studies. The latter's face turned slightly red, obviously he had not thought of this.
"Okay," Professor Mo Wen clapped his hands, "It's almost time, you guys pack up and get ready to go home. When Monday comes, you will bring new topics, don't let me rush you, and you can follow me later. I’ll fix it.”
The other students couldn't help but gasped and looked at each other in confusion. Some of the senior brothers and sisters even looked very ugly.
Directly follow Professor Mo Wen to do practical exercises, and have access to the most high-end instruments and equipment, so you don't have to worry about not getting decent results.
If you are chosen, you may also have the opportunity to access the national collection...
This kind of opportunity can be said to be something that students like them may not get even after four years.
Ren Zixian was stunned for a moment, then nodded to express his understanding, as if he was unaware of the jealous looks in the eyes of all the senior brothers and sisters.
…
The Lin family's old house has been raining heavily since the evening, and it seems to be getting worse.
The rain was getting heavier, and the aunt who lived at home knocked on Mrs. Lin's door: "Madam, the young master has been waiting outside for midnight. You'd better meet him."
Then there was a sound of smashing: "Let him get out! Don't come back to see me!"
The aunt had no choice but to shake her head at Lin Qingsong, who was standing upright downstairs, through the window.
"Mr. Lin, do you want to leave first?" Wang Qi asked tentatively, holding an umbrella for Lin Qingsong.
Lin Qingsong's face was gloomy, and it took him a while to utter two words: "Open the door."
Wang Qi did not dare to delay, so he could only ask someone to open the door of the old house immediately.
With moisture all over his body, Lin Qingsong kicked open Zhu Jinglan's door and saw that the room was in a mess.
Zhu Jinglan sat by the sealed window and looked out, as if she was missing something.
Broken glass made the room almost impossible to set foot on.
Lin Qingsong took off his wet coat and threw it aside, and asked in a deep voice: "Mom, how long are you going to be crazy?"
One sentence brought Zhu Jinglan back to reality from his confusion. He looked at Lin Qingsong and was surprised for a moment, then furious.
She threw the quilt towards Lin Qingsong: "Get out! I don't want to see you!"
Lin Qingsong threw the pillow at his feet and said in an indifferent tone: "If my brother hadn't been dead, do you think I wanted to see you?"
This sentence shocked Zhu Jinglan, and then she started hysterically holding her head: "Are you happy that your brother is dead? Your father doesn't care! You don't care either! He struggled for so long..."
Lin Qingsong ignored Zhu Jinglan's tears: "If you don't remember, I can remind you again that Lin Xuedi died by accident, four years ago."
"It's not an accident, it's not an accident..." Zhu Jinglan gasped for breath, as if the oxygen had been drained by such a sentence.
No matter how much evidence there was to prove that Lin Xuedi's death was an accident, Zhu Jinglan didn't believe it.
She persisted in thinking that someone was deliberately murdering her, and Lin Qingsong could only go along with what she said.
"If you want to live to see your most beloved son get his revenge, then give me good treatment and try to live a few more years." Lin Qingsong ignored Zhu Jinglan's tears and turned around to leave.
"Master, do you want to change clothes? How is Madam?" Auntie said anxiously, "I didn't expect her to enter the guest room when I wasn't paying attention."
"Remove all the door locks in the house. If this happens again next time, just smash the door." Lin Qingsong hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Is she still cooking now?"
"Cooking. Steamed sea bass, braised abalone... I cooked several dishes over and over again." Auntie said.
Lin Qingsong snorted coldly: "They are all Lin Xuedi's favorite foods. I'm afraid she has forgotten that she has another son."
The aunt's expression was complicated, but Lin Qingsong had strode into the heavy rain again.
…
Ren Zixian fumbled at the door for a long time but couldn't find the key to his new home. He was calling Wang Qi: "Hello, this is Ren Zixian. I forgot to bring..."
With a bang, the door was opened from the outside. Lin Qingsong was wearing a bathrobe, with water droplets sliding down his cheeks and chest, frowning and looking worried.
No matter how busy he was, he never neglected to exercise, and his chest and abdominal muscles were faintly visible behind his bathrobe.
Ren Zixian's hand was still holding the phone. She didn't expect the door to open, so she subconsciously took a step back.
The next moment turned into surprise, and she threw herself into Lin Qingsong's arms with an affectionate tone in her voice: "Are you back?"
Lin Qingsong hugged her into his arms, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot in an instant.
"Why are you back?" Ren Zixian put his arm around Lin Qingsong's waist, raised his head and his eyes were bright, with no concealment of enthusiasm.
Ren Zixian was wearing ordinary clothes and holding a book like an ordinary student. He was as obedient as a doll.
The tone of voice when talking to Wang Qi revealed alienation and calmness, completely different from the appearance in front of Lin Qingsong.
The obvious differential treatment made Lin Qingsong raise the corners of his lips slightly, his mood improved a lot, and he patted Ren Zixian's back gently with his big hand.
Originally, Lin Qingsong came here just to change clothes, but now that Wen Ruan is in his arms, he doesn't want to just change clothes anymore.
"What do you want to eat?" Ren Zixian took his hand and walked in.
Perhaps because he had to take care of the elderly at home, Ren Zixian learned to cook early and did a good job.
"It's okay, you can do it as you see fit." Lin Qingsong watched as Ren Zixian changed her shoes and walked straight to the kitchen, walking briskly as if she was about to jump up. He grabbed her hand and locked her in his arms, bowing his head for a kiss.
Ren Zixian didn't resist at all, turned around, hugged him, and put his lips to his.
After a while, Ren Zixian's eyes were moist, he panted slightly and moved away some distance. He glared at him with red eyes: "Why are you in such a hurry? Let's eat first. Then how about I make you grilled lamb chops?" ?”
"Okay." Lin Qingsong thought for a while, "I want to eat braised pork."
Ren Zixian nodded and went into the kitchen to cook.
Lin Qingsong, on the other hand, turned on the computer to work. The dishes Ren Zixian cooked were not delicacies, but were often cooked at home.
But these things made Lin Qingsong feel at ease, and the taste was really to his taste.
Ren Zixian cooked quickly, and by the time Lin Qingsong finished the video conference, the steaming dinner was on the table.
Juicy grilled lamb chops and fat and lean braised pork are placed in the middle, as well as four plates of palate-clearing side dishes.
The dishes were really enough for just two people.
I don't know when it began to rain lightly outside the window, and the raindrops rustled down the glass window.
Lin Qingsong had a big appetite and ate half of the hot dishes on the table. The two of them put the dishes in the sink and waited for the cleaning aunt to come and clean them up.
"I hate rainy days the most." Ren Zixian sat on the sofa, looking at the rain outside with some confusion.
"Why?" Lin Qingsong sat next to her and held her in his arms.
"But there are good things in the rainy season." Ren Zixian did not answer Lin Qingsong's words, but turned to look at him, "I studied microbiology before, and my life was very tight. I worked three part-time jobs. I delivered newspapers before class in the morning, and at noon and When I don’t have classes in the evening, I go to convenience stores and coffee shops to help out.”
"Later, my grandma got sick and I couldn't make any money. I only slept four hours a day. When I opened my eyes, I thought about making money. Every day, I took home sandwiches that were thrown away by convenience stores and were about to expire, and things that others didn't want. But it was my daily ration. I would go out before dawn every day and return home at one o'clock in the morning. Even so, I could not earn enough to pay for medical expenses. Later, the landlord found me and told me that he had found a job as a guide for me. . One thousand and fifty a day, only need to work for two hours."
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
Ren Zixian rubbed Lin Qingsong's palm prints: "Yes, the person who hired me was... a college student who came to travel from other places. He happened to be next door to my house and wanted to live for two months. I am not a native of Fengjing, but I can make a guide the night before, rack my brains to plan the itinerary, and memorize the allusions and history of the places of interest. The next day, I will lead people everywhere."
Lin Qingsong raised his eyebrows, thinking about Ren Zixian's way of reciting introductions to famous places and historical sites all night to popularize science, and chuckled: "What happened next?"
"I also took the wrong route several times, and even delayed my flight home." Ren Zixian chuckled, "Later I found out that he didn't need a tour guide at all, just because I went home every day It was too late and the house was not well insulated so he couldn’t sleep.”
"Why don't you give me your contact information? I can be considered your benefactor." Lin Qingsong pinched Ren Zixian's waist and rubbed it gently.
Ren Zixian turned around and lay on his shoulder, whispering in his ear: "Then he left and we had no contact. It's a pity. We should have left our contact information at that time."
Lin Qingsong's eyebrows jumped, and he took hold of her slim waist in displeasure and squeezed it hard.
Ren Zixian smiled and struggled, cheerful and playful, turned over and sat on Lin Qingsong's lap, and gently tapped his chest with his fingers: "You are jealous."
Her eyebrows were flying, her eyes were full of love, and the fingertips that touched Lin Qingsong seemed to be on fire.
Ren Zixian leaned over and kissed Lin Qingsong lightly on the lips: "Do you want to do it?"
