"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
Issei Sakai was surprised, he knew that Mr. Cao was repairing it I have always been careful when doing ancient murals. Could something else have happened?
"If it is just a mistake in one or two strokes, it is better to keep it as it is. Secondary processing is secondary damage, which is also completely There's nothing you can do about it."
He shook his head.
"What if it was a large-scale mistake?"
"It was a large-scale mistake, how could it be?"
Sakai Kazunari was surprised again, wondering who was stupid Only then did such a big thing happen, which made Mr. Cao so worried that he wanted to wipe his butt.
“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 slowly wash it with chemical fading. , try to make the color lighter. ”
“That is to keep the traces of repair, but let the traces of repair become the background of the original painting.”
< p> 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. "Yes." Lin Tao raised objections.
Sakai Kazunari also shook his head and thought for a moment, "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."
Lao Cao finally sighed again.
"Mr. Cao, I found the work order. They registered it themselves."
Lao Yang has found the task order from the registration office on the side, which clearly says " Mural No. 17 No. 17 Liquor, Gu. "
When Tanaka Masakazu saw this scene, he knew that he had not run away.
Gu Weijing and the others are really miserable, and they can’t argue.
He was sure that he was very careful in what he did. Even if the 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.
"Yeah"
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 a charterer showing off the lion's roar in kung fu.
His name is Tsunamasa Sakai, not Tsunasa.
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 affairs here. He had a full meal of seafood rice at noon. When others were worshiping Buddha, he even asked the monkI ordered two futons and squinted for a while.
At this moment, he was strolling happily behind the crowd.
He didn't care at all what was going on. He was looking forward to a good show with the intention of just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. It would be better if he could just ignore all the work in the afternoon.
As a result, I suddenly heard that my father was angry like never before, and he ran over in a hurry.
"What's wrong?"
"No. 17 mural, you signed for it" 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. Character.
Pa
Sakai Kazunari slapped his son directly.
Sakai Tsunamasa was stunned. He covered his face and sat on the ground, completely confused.
In my memory, my father has never hit me, not even once.
What happened
"Okay, this is not Gangchang's fault. Even if he picked up the wrong brand, Gu Weijing shouldn't not understand how much he weighed. Graffiti."
Lin Tao, who understood the cause of the matter, no longer liked Gu Weijing in his tone.
A madman who doesn’t know how high the sky is, he thought in his heart.
The moment when Gu Weijing, who was covered in paint, standing in front of the Buddha and Protector figure, fell into everyone's sight.
The discussion in the crowd spread immediately like a buzzing fly.
"What's going on? Why is he here?"
"Isn't this Mr. Cao's painting?"
"Who asked him to color here? Yes, he dared to paint such a complicated mural."
Gu Tongxiang immediately realized something was wrong.
He doesn’t know what mural No. 17 is for.
But he paid careful attention to all the painted murals left to young painters like his grandson, and there was absolutely no such 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 dry, thin hand covered with age spots was placed across his chest.
It’s Mr. Cao.
"Mr. Cao, I don't know what happened, but Gu Weijing is just a child." 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 staring at the wall tightly, his eyelids twitching slightly.
Huh
The fat on Uncle Sakai’s belly trembled, and he also discovered that the paint on the wall was not quite right.
Hmm
Lin Tao was only a moment later than Sakai Kazunari, and he also discoveredNoticing the changes in paint on the wall, he scratched his hair, which was almost falling out, and shook it unbelievably.
At this time, you can see the gap in everyone’s experience. There are constantly experienced mural artists who suddenly startled and made all kinds of strange tones from their noses. At first glance, they sounded like an ensemble of high and low voices. Similar.
There is something wrong.
There is definitely something wrong with the paint on this wall.
A bit too harmonious. Authentic, not like, but real.
It is 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 a small change in color level will result in a different final look and feel.
The newly painted paint on the mural in front of them is definitely not any combination that they are familiar with.
"Awesome"
The original agitation in the crowd quickly calmed down, and many people thought it was Mr. Cao's handiwork.
But why is Gu Weijing the one holding the pen?
Because he might become his disciple, so he was given a special opportunity
But such an important mural Even the younger professors were a little moved by his right to hold the pen.
Left into 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 this time. He bent over and looked at Mr. Cao with a look of sincerity and fear. .
It’s about his grandson, and face is no longer important.
"Lao Gu, what are you apologizing for?" Mr. Cao waved his hand and pursed the corners of his mouth 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 control the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft