Chapter 48 The mountain is not high and there is immortal name
"Secretary Luo, let me come over now." Yue Wen looked at Liao Xiangting. Mr. Liao was eighty-four years old this year. He followed Liao Xiangting to his home many times in the past few years. Yue Wen regarded him as his own grandfather.
"Okay, at this time," Liao Xiangting looked at her watch. It was around seven o'clock in the evening, "did you say anything?"
"I said I was going to his home." Yue Wen answered honestly. He also knew where Luo Hongmin's home was.
"Go home?" If Yue Wen is the head of a city department, he must have official business, but he is the head of a street in the development zone, so if he is called home at this time, it must be private business.
There must be something private.
Not only Liao Xiangting thought so, Cai Yongjin thought so, but even Yue Wen himself thought so. If it was official business, Huo Da would notify him, but Huo Da didn't even call him.
Yue Wen stood up and took out a neatly folded piece of rice paper from his briefcase, "Old man, I don't have anything to give you for your birthday, so I'll draw a picture for you."
Mr. Liao was an old teacher before retiring. After retiring, he also fell in love with calligraphy. He took it over with a smile, "Let me take a look at Xiaoyue's handwriting."
Wang Xiaoshu laughed and said, "You're not going to frame this painting as a gift to me?"
"I don't have time, I just picked it up yesterday," Yue Wenpi said with a smile, "Open it and take a look, it's a Chinese painting."
Liao Xiangting and Cai Yongjin also stood up. They walked up to Yue Wen with a smile. Cai Yongjin also said, "We should look at each other with admiration after three days of separation. Secretary Yue can also draw. Maybe he can draw another great person!"
But when he saw the painting, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Everyone, it is indeed everyone!"
The picture is very simple, an old man with a big head is carrying a huge red peach on his back.
"This is the Antarctic Immortal! This is Shoudao!" Cai Yongjin glanced at Xiao Wu and thought he was not making progress, "What are these three words?"
By the light, several people stared at the words on the painting. In Yue Wen's eyes, the words were written very awkwardly, but they were very interesting.
"The benevolent live longer." Mr. Liao said softly.
Xianweng and longevity peach are very suitable for the occasion. With these three words, it is perfect as a birthday wish.
"Wait a minute," Liao Xiangting discovered the problem, "Fang Shiyu made it." There was a small red seal at the back.
Fang Shiyu?
A nationally famous master and a leading figure in the world of Chinese calligraphy and painting.
Liao Xiangting didn't dare to accept it. Although he was not a person in the world of calligraphy and painting, he still understood the value of Fang Shiyu's paintings. The cheapest price was probably in the millions.
"Xiaoyue, take it back, I can't bear it." Mr. Liao is a reasonable person.
Liao Xiangting didn't say anything, but his attitude was similar to that of the old man. Cai Yongjin smiled and said, "Dean Fang has a studio in Jinjiling. Did you ask the master to paint this painting himself?"
beg?
The master's temper is such that he will throw you into the Jinji Lake before you even ask for help. Moreover, since the establishment of the studio, the master has never been here. I asked Yuan Shuying, but the master still travels all over the world.
"I went to Dean Fang's house," he called Master Fang Shiyu. Yue Wen himself felt strange, "There were several paintings there. I put them in my bag in front of Dean Fang. When I thought there were no seals on them,
Then he picked up the seal on the table and stamped it."
"Really?" Cai Yongjin's jaw almost dropped to the floor. He took away millions of paintings and stamped them in front of the owner. The owner didn't say a word and just said he would go along with them.
Just left.
"Secretary Yue, what do you want me to do? Where is Dean Fang's home? Let's go there again tonight. I'll carry a sack." Xiao Wu said with an exaggerated smile, "Then I won't have to do anything in my next life and will retire directly.
Come on."
Liao Xiangting looked at Xiao Wu, I'm afraid this also has to be divided between people. If someone looks at each other, he can give him his life. But if someone doesn't look at each other, even a word can get him bloody.
Yue Wen's character was unconventional. When people come to Fang Shiyu's house to ask for paintings, they must be prepared with generous gifts and good words. As far as he knows, a leader also went to ask for paintings, but Fang Shiyu dared to let his dog bite people on the spot.
The leader was so scared that he almost peed his pants.
But Yue Wen didn't. He pretended to be a painting and took it away in front of others. When he saw that there was no seal, he stamped it himself. He didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.
It's really hard to explain between people.
"Take the painting back, I can't accept it." Liao Xiangting's tone increased.
"I didn't give it to you either," Yue Wenpi smiled and walked to the door and put on his leather shoes, "I just left it here for the old man to study. This is not a serious masterpiece. Maybe Dean Fang just threw it into the wastebasket after finishing it.
, I think the words above are well written. Grandpa, I wish you a long life and prosperity in the East China Sea. I will finish my work in a while and come back to drink your birthday wine."
These days, any leader's office does not have a few paintings, and those so-called famous artists really don't take it seriously. Watching him hurriedly go out, Liao Xiangting told Wang Xiaoshu, "If Yue Wen can't come back, take the paintings with you."
He looked at his father, who was looking at the painting, and gently placed it on the coffee table, but Cai Yongjin picked it up again.
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When Yue Wen's car drove downstairs, Wen Zhenyu was waiting for him. His face seemed to be smiling, and his smile was uglier than crying.
When he opened the door, Luo Hongmin was having a conversation with someone. The two of them were talking very animatedly. They were not like superiors and subordinates, but just like ordinary old friends.
"Secretary Luo." Yue Wen walked up to Luo Hongmin respectfully. The man facing the door also turned his face, and it turned out to be Yuan Guohui.
"I heard that you are arriving in Xiangjiang the day after tomorrow?" Luo Hongmin asked directly without letting him sit down.
He was going to Xiangjiang the day after tomorrow, and he reported to Liao Xiangting today. But before leaving, he went to see Fang Shiyu, hoping that Dean Fang would go with him. With an old friend to guide him, Master Wen Huainan's trip to Qinwan would go smoothly.
But Dean Fang flatly refused, without reason or excuse, he just wouldn't go.
Without him as a guide, Yue Wen felt sad and empty. Although he graduated from the Chinese Department, his little ink compared with the masters of Chinese Studies was like the light of a firefly compared to a giant candle. They were not on the same level.
superior.
Well, Secretary Luo must have heard what Yuan Guohui said. Of course Yuan Guohui got the information from Yuan Shuying.
Yuan Shuying had never met Wen Huainan. When she heard that Yue Wen was going, she also volunteered to go with him. "I want to pay homage to Master Wen Huainan and invite him to Jinjiling. After falling leaves return to their roots, I invite him to live in Jinjiling."
Luo Hongmin smiled, "The mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they will be famous; if the water is not deep, there will be dragons. If you can really invite Master Wen Huainan back to Qinwan, then Pingzhou will be known to the whole country."
"There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no ordinary people who come and go. By then, the development zone will probably be filled with cars and all the talented people will be here." Yuan Guohui said with a smile.