Lao Yang trotted all the way to the small square in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda. He lowered his head and lowered his voice and told Mr. Cao what he had just seen.
Almost in the next second, Mr. Cao's face turned red due to the rapidly rising blood pressure. His hands were trembling, his breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved up and down.
"Old Cao, things have already happened. There is no point in being anxious. Protect yourself."
Old Yang, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the old man's shoulders and used his body to He leaned against the little old man's torso, fearing that Mr. Cao would fall to the ground because he was too angry.
"What happened? What happened to Mr. Cao?"
"I suddenly felt unwell. I was fine just now."
Everyone in front of the Buddhist altar followed Mr. Cao The professors, artists, and staff of the Buddha ceremony all noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
As Mr. Cao’s assistant, Lao Yang, ran over and said something in his ear, Mr. Cao’s expression suddenly changed.
Many people in the crowd suddenly became confused when they saw Mr. Cao's abnormality.
The old man is the backbone of this project and cannot afford to miss anything.
“I don’t know, I seem to have heard something related to mural No. 17. It seems to have been destroyed by someone.”
Someone who was closer to Lao Yang when he spoke just now loomed. I heard a little bit about what happened.
"Msural No. 17 is a picture of worshiping Buddha and protecting Dharma during the Gongbang Dynasty Tusi Period. Mr. Cao is said to have put a lot of thought into it." This is an artist who knows the importance of this mural.
"What happened to that painting? Yangon officials have closed the tourist access to the Shwedagon Pagoda. Only project staff can get close. Who dares to damage it? Have you called the police?"
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Tanaka Masakazu’s ears perked up.
He knew that the number he secretly exchanged from among the few mural number plates in the special mission box was No. 17.
Unexpectedly, I won the first prize. The painting was the work of Mr. Cao.
And it seemed that Mr. Cao valued that painting very much.
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He stared at Mr. Cao with a pair of sly eyes, looking forward to the moment when the other party would get angry.
Mr. Cao was very angry.
His hand holding the cane was shaking.
Mural No. 17 is one of the three most important murals for me in this work project. The other two are repaints of large-scale murals, and only this one is a restoration.
This may be the painting that requires the most demanding mural skills in the entire project. As early as he made up his mind to take over this project, the investigation of Mural No. 17 had already begun.
He drew many drafts in advance in his studio in Hamburg and consulted countless materials.
Also with Dunhuang and BaIn Paris, painters with experience in mural restoration from various parts of Istanbul held remote video conferences, just to restore the picture of worshiping the Buddha and protecting the Dharma to perfection.
This is why, his first job after the project started was to complete the outline of the incomplete parts of the Dharma Protector Diagram.
As a result, now, in just one afternoon, everything is over.
"This is life."
This thought flashed through Mr. Cao's mind.
When Lao Yang saw Mr. Cao's face turning red and his lips trembling, he was afraid that there was something wrong with Mr. Cao's health, so he immediately brought a chair and took the quick-acting life-saving medicine he carried with him from his pocket. pills and warm water.
Mr. Cao drank some water and finally recovered.
He strongly resisted the urge in his heart to tear that Gu boy into pieces.
"That's it, take me to see the paintings."
Cao Xuan's chest rose and fell violently, he closed his eyes slightly, and finally breathed out slowly. said his assistant.
Lao Yang was a little surprised that Mr. Cao didn't get angry in public or call the police.
He knows that the old gentleman is serious about painting and values art.
It is impossible for Mr. Cao Xuan to change his temper for Gu Weijing.
Not to mention Gu Weijing, none of Mr. Cao’s apprentices in their forties or fifties had ever been hit with a palette by the old man because they were not serious when painting.
"Okay, let's go see the murals first." The old man sighed again.
"As for Gu Weijing."
The little old man stood up little by little with the help of his crutches. The wrinkles on his face were crisscrossed, making him look much older for a moment.
"Whether it's the child's fault or not, even if you want to express yourself, you should be stricter and don't talk nonsense. Just say that the wrong brand was issued. Don't ruin other children's children. , It’s not easy to have a good seedling.”
Lao Cao warned in Lao Yang’s ear again.
Old Yang was silent.
He did not expect that Mr. Cao would handle it this way.
To put it a bit too much, this kind of unauthorized manipulation of the master's manuscripts without permission, even in ordinary studios, can call the police and request judicial intervention.
How much is a monument worth? How much is a work of Mr. Cao’s painstaking efforts worth? It is difficult to measure it with money alone.
Does Mr. Cao hate Gu Weijing?
Of course he does. No matter what the reason is, he doesn't want to see this young man now.
If he were twenty years younger, he would have wanted to break the opponent's legs with a cane.
But the old gentleman is old.
The older gentleman prefers to think about the people who come after him.
Mr. Cao Xuan knew that if he casually said a harsh word at this moment, his entire artistic career might be over.
He still loves after allTalented.
It can be seen from the previous pen sketch that no matter what, this Gu Weijing is a young man who is willing to work hard on the journey of painting.
Since the mural was irreparable, he did not want to cast a shadow on the future of a serious and hard-working child.
"That's it."
Lao Cao gave Lao Yang a stern look.
Lao Yang smacked his lips in his heart.
While I admire the master’s mind, I also lament the good luck of Gu Weijing.
What he hopes most is that the impact of this incident can be minimized and that he will be less implicated.
But, I guess this guy doesn’t even want to go to Master Lin Tao’s studio.
It is really touching that such a good young man has just gained the attention of a master and then personally killed the opportunity.
The Buddhist ceremony was originally coming to an end, but when something like this happened, it ended immediately.
Everyone followed Mr. Cao and quickly returned to the direction of mural No. 17.
Many people along the way still didn’t know what was going on, but the atmosphere was already slightly depressing.
Tanaka Masakazu did not see the expected hair burst, and he felt a little regretful, but he believed that this was just the calm before the storm.
The small steps he moved were like a shivering mouse following a large army.
Cao Lao leaned on his cane and called his disciples Lin Tao, Sakai Kazunari and other experts who were familiar with the field of mural restoration.
He could already imagine what the mural would look like.
If the color is too light, it may be possible to make up for it.
But the most common mistake that novices make when repairing murals is to apply the color too thickly, causing it to become thick and mushy.
The New Yorker, the world's best-selling cultural weekly, once reported a case in which a French student team made such a mistake when restoring an 800-year-old statue of the Virgin Mary.
The entire sculpture was discolored and painted with bright, turbid paint, with patches of green and red.
The weekly magazine used vicious rhetoric to call this restoration "painting the Virgin into a monkey."
The colorful and messy graffiti on the mural had already appeared in front of Cao Xuan's eyes. Sexy.
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