"Professor Sakai, if there is a mistake in the restoration of a historic mural, is there any way to make up for it?"
make up?
Sakai Kazunari was surprised. He knew that Mr. Cao had been careful and careful when repairing the ancient murals. Could something else have happened?
"If it's just one or two mistakes, it's better to keep it as it is. Secondary processing is secondary damage, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."
He shook his head.
“What if it’s a widespread mistake?”
"How could it happen over a large area?"
Sakai Kazunari was shocked again, wondering which idiot could have done such a big thing and made Mr. Cao so worried that he wanted to wipe his ass.
"If it is a large area, there may not be anything you can do. If the color is light, you can only cover it with another layer. If the color is dark, you can only shovel it off, or use chemical fading to slowly wash it to make the color lighter as much as possible. .”
"That is to say, the traces of repair are retained, but the traces of repair become the background of the original painting. It is equivalent to the hatching method in disguise."
Mr. Cao nodded.
"No, this is completely unable to take advantage of the hatching method in not damaging the original monuments. Moreover, whether the paint is modified with a painting knife, it may damage the wall structure of the overall mural." Lin Tao objected. Views.
Sakai Kazunari also shook his head and thought for a while: "If it's not good, it's better not to repair it."
"I know it too, but... the plan can't keep up with the changes."
Mr. Cao finally sighed again.
"Mr. Cao, I found the work order. They registered it themselves."
Lao Yang has already found the task list from the registration desk on the side, which clearly says "Mural No. 17 No. 17 - Wine and Gu."
When Tanaka Masakazu saw this scene, he knew in his heart that he had not run away.
Gu Weijing and the others were in such a miserable state that they couldn't argue.
He was sure that he was very careful in what he did, and even if the engraved number plate was sent for physical evidence identification, not even half of his fingerprints would be left on it.
Mr. Cao didn't say anything, he just handed the registration form to Sakai Kazunari aside.
"Professor Sakai, see for yourself."
Mr. Cao said.
"Um?"
When Kazunari Sakai saw his precious son's name on the registration form, his face almost turned green. He knows what mural No. 17 means.
"Sakai Tsunamasa! Come here!"
His belly shook violently, and he roared loudly like the charterer showing off the lion's roar in "Kung Fu".
His name was Tsunamasa Sakai, not Tsunamasa.
Any parent yelling at their child by their full name is a sign of anger.
Sakai Komasa didn't expect that he would have his own business here. He had a hearty meal of seafood rice at noon. While others were worshiping Buddha, he asked the monk for two futons and squinted for a while.
At this moment, he was strolling happily behind the crowd.
He didn't care at all what happened. He was looking forward to a good show with the intention of just watching the excitement. It would be better if he could just ignore the afternoon's work.
As a result, I suddenly heard that my father was angry like never before, and he ran over in a hurry.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you sign for Mural No. 17?" Kazunari Sakai asked.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Sakai Tsunamasa glanced at the registration form. He only remembered that he took out the top sign from the box and signed it.
Snapped!
Kazunari Sakai slapped his son directly.
Sakai Tsunamasa was stunned. He covered his face and sat on the ground, completely confused.
In my memory, my father never hit me, not even once.
In the end what happened?
"Well, it's not Gang Chang's fault. Even if he picked up the wrong brand, Gu Weijing shouldn't not have understood how many kilograms he had made."
Lin Tao, who understood the cause of the matter, no longer liked Gu Weijing in his tone.
A madman who doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth, he thought to himself.
…
The moment when Gu Weijing, who was covered in paint, stood in front of the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" fell into everyone's sight.
The buzz in the crowd spread like a buzzing fly.
"What's going on? Why is he here."
"Isn't this Mr. Cao's painting?"
"Who asked him to paint here? How dare he paint such a complicated mural? Play the piano randomly."
Gu Tongxiang immediately realized something was wrong.
He didn't know what mural No. 17 was for.
But he paid careful attention to all the painted murals left to young painters like his grandson, and there was absolutely no such thing as the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" among them.
Thinking back to Mr. Cao's reaction when he heard Lao Yang's words just now, an unknown premonition appeared in his mind.
He subconsciously wanted to rush up and ask why his grandson was here.
But a withered, thin, and age-spotted hand was placed across his chest.
It's Mr. Cao.
"...Mr. Cao, I don't know what happened, but Gu Weijing is just a child...I...I..." Gu Tongxiang's face turned pale.
Mr. Cao had no interest in answering Gu Tongxiang's explanation.
He had even ignored Gu Weijing, whose eyes were fixed on the wall, his eyelids twitching slightly.
Huh?
The fat on Uncle Sakai's belly trembled, and he also noticed that something was wrong with the paint on the wall.
Um?
Lin Tao was only a moment later than Kazunari Sakai, and he also noticed the changes in the paint on the wall. He scratched his hair, which was almost falling out, and was shaking unbelievably.
At this time, you can see the gap in everyone's experience. There are many experienced mural artists who suddenly startled and made all kinds of strange tones from their noses. At first glance, it sounded like an ensemble of high and low voices.
has a problem,
There is definitely something wrong with the paint on this wall.
It's a little too harmonious. Authentic, not like, but real.
It's as if the ghost of an old painter from centuries ago has traveled through time and space to fill in the blank spaces on the wall with paint and color.
Although they can modulate the colors to a very similar level, they also know that even if there is only a small change in the color scale, the final look and feel will be different.
The newly painted paint on the mural in front of them was definitely not any combination they were familiar with.
"sharp!"
The original restlessness in the crowd soon calmed down, and many people thought it was Mr. Cao's handiwork.
But, why is it Gu Weijing who holds the pen?
Is it a special opportunity given to him because he might become his disciple?
But even the younger professors were a little excited about the right to hold such an important mural.
Put it in the hands of a young man who has not yet reached adulthood.
I think I think too highly of him.
"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Cao, I'm sorry..."
Only Gu Tongxiang's mind was not on painting at all at this time. He bent over and looked at Mr. Cao with a look of fear on his face.
It's about his grandson, face and other things are no longer important.
"Lao Gu, what are you apologizing for?" Mr. Cao waved his hand and pursed his lips slightly.
How heartbroken he was when he originally sentenced this mural No. 17 to death, now the joy in his heart is so surging.
The contrasting stimulation brought about by expectation management required the old man to forcefully control the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.
