Back at Baiyin Building, Feng Dagang also had a good rest. He sat around for a while and showed him the gifts he bought at the antique market. Director Feng was quite satisfied.
The four of them had dinner together, and it was getting dark. They accompanied Director Feng to visit the main working area of the building, and then separated again.
"Jiang Qi, why are you still looking at these fragments? Do you really have a way to restore them?"
When he returned to his residence, he saw Jiang Qi typing on the computer while her eyes were fixed on a pile of fragments bought from the antique market. Fan Di looked a little curious.
"Hehe, maybe..."
Raising her head and glancing at Fan Di, Jiang Qi then tilted her head: "Do you know what I majored in in university?"
"What professional?"
Fan Di frowned. Although he had known Jiang Qi for a long time and knew that he was a college student, it was really unclear what major he studied.
"Archives Science." Jiang Qi said categorically, "a major that closely intersects with library science, museum science, history, and information science... Although this obscure major is a bit useless compared to other majors, it is often dismissed by others.
Just kidding, but this major seems to me to be more and more interesting... not only will it involve information science in the future, but also people who have taught archive restoration. For example, in the first semester, there is a course called "Archive Restoration Technology", which teaches
I have discovered many ways to restore archives. In theory, paintings and calligraphy are also archives, so I feel like maybe I can give it a try, and maybe I can actually restore this antique..."
"Oh? Archive restoration?**! If you can really repair these fragments, that would be awesome. There are so many damaged cultural relics in China. If you can successfully repair them, how much money will you make?
Ah! However, these fragments are so broken. If you say you can put them together, I may still have some confidence. If you say you can do it seamlessly and restore it to a perfect painting, then I can't imagine it..."
Shaking his head, Fan Di said he couldn't put too much trust in Jiang Qi's idea.
In his opinion, even the repair would probably require the help of high-precision instruments and technology. But now that Jiang Qi is just a freshman and is challenging such a difficult repair, it really doesn't allow people to have too many expectations.
"Oh, you can't imagine it? Then just wait and see the miracle!"
Jiang Qi smiled casually, and she never needed support from others for what she believed in. She took off her coat, rolled up her shirt sleeves, then found a plastic basin from the bathroom, poured some water, and added some special medicine.
Busy experiments soon began...
"Well, then you can do your own business. I'm going to use your computer to play games... I hope I can witness your miracle smoothly."
Sitting on the sofa and watching Jiang Qi busy for a while, and then putting the fragments into the water one by one, Fan Di felt that this so-called repair was not very interesting, so he proposed to rest first.
"Well, you go ahead... But it's best not to use my computer to download short movies - there are many important manuscripts in the computer. If it is poisoned and cannot be opened or is infected, I will lose my food and money...
"
Wearing white gloves and a small carving knife in her right hand, Jiang Qi put all the things she needed to prepare on the desk. Looking from a distance, she thought Jiang Qi was a surgeon.
Fragment splicing, gelatin filling, paper reinforcement, sewage removal and acid removal, mounting and plastic sealing...
Although Jiang Qi had only scratched the surface of these professional knowledge after just one semester of study, but coupled with the skills taught by the previous antique master Mr. Sun, it was amazing.
If the repair is successful, even if it is not guaranteed to be flawless under the attention of professionals with a magnifying glass, at least average players will not be able to see any flaws...
However, due to current limited conditions and crude equipment, tools such as carving knives, gelatin, silk threads, adhesives, amylase, etc. are all the simplest tools just bought from the antique market, which can restore the fragments under the existing conditions.
To what extent, Jiang Qi is not entirely sure.
The first stage is splicing fragments. Due to the super function of the scanning pupil and the uncomplicated lines of the scroll itself, Jiang Qi quickly completed this most critical and troublesome procedure.
And after the special medicine is put into clean water, the lines on the fragments will not easily spread or decompose...
The most rare thing is that although there are many scattered pieces, there are no missing parts. After splicing, except for the gaps that are too large in some places, overall it is still perfect.
Just like arranging the pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, Jiang Qi used another piece of paper as a support and easily completed the first step.
After simple splicing, the next step is to fill the gelatin...
Because today's paper is very fragile, some organic matter is destroyed even when soaked in chemicals, which requires special adhesion to fill the cracks.
Of course, in this process, it is also essential to eliminate air bubbles and render lines. If you want the joints of the fragments to look as natural as possible, they must undergo special processing. Especially the joints of the lines must have no obvious traces of truncation or misalignment.
The last stage is to remove stains, remove acid, smooth the paper, sew with silk thread, and plastic seal some lines...
Not to mention, Grandpa Sun's skills are really excellent. In addition, Jiang Qi's finger flexibility is already very high, so in less than three hours, the general repair has been basically completed.
"Uh, how's it going? Does it look good?"
Lifting the scroll and placing it under the light, she took a careful look and found that the connected scroll had no obvious refraction of light under the illumination of the light. Jiang Qi flicked it with her fingertips with great satisfaction.
"Okay! The completeness is relatively consistent. Let's see how the recovery of the paper goes this night..."
Seeing that the picture scroll was repaired to perfection, Jiang Qi gently dragged her arm and waved it in the air a few times. When the moisture on it dissipated slightly, she immediately spread it flat on the table, and then used a small brush to paint the entire picture.
The scroll is coated with a layer of mysterious liquid...
"Phew! It's done! It's been restored perfectly. As for whether we can win the right to participate in "Legend of Sword and Fairy IV" with this, it depends on whether the old boy named An will buy it tomorrow..."
After carefully hanging up the restored "Lone Bird Picture", Jiang Qi knocked on her sore back and stood up, took two steps back, narrowed her eyes slightly, and carefully tasted the newly restored picture:
Only the middle and lower part of the whole painting is painted with a waterfowl. The bird's eyes are circled a little, and the eyeballs are on top of the eye circles, with a look of white eyes pointing to the sky. The bird stands on one foot, hangs on one foot, and shrinks its neck.
He arched his back and rolled his eyes, showing an attitude of being bullied yet unyielding, arrogant and unconventional.
This picture has a concise image, exaggerated shape, strange expressions, wonderful composition, vigorous and vigorous brushwork, simple and majestic brushstrokes, and dripping and smooth ink. It reveals a cynical feeling, reveals a strong and simple spirit, and reflects the lonely and angry mood and perseverance of the personality.
The surname has unique, novel and unexpected artistic characteristics, and is a masterpiece of Bada Shanren's art in its mature period.
"Humph, despite the lack of pen and ink in this painting, it is said that the completed painting was sold for a high price of 500,000, but I don't know how much this sketch can be sold for..."
Jiang Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead slightly, stared at the waterfowl in the painting, and finally murmured to himself. (To be continued.)