Chapter 67 The god general in this painting looks exactly the same as his father)
Cheng Chubi, who was laughing wildly, turned pale. He was so distracted that he choked on his saliva and entered his trachea.
At this moment, a hearty and bold laughter could be heard faintly from outside.
"Dad! Dad must be back!" The three brothers' eyes lit up, and like three black lightnings, they disappeared outside the door in an instant.
Cheng Chubi, who coughed several times before regaining his breath, turned to look at the rice paper that was blown up by the wind, feeling helpless.
These three little bastards didn't study hard and ran faster than dogs when there was excitement, which doubled the pressure on Cheng Chubi, the old Cheng family's cultural responsibilities.
When Cheng Chubi arrived in the front hall, he saw his three younger brothers looking with admiration at his biological father, Cheng Yaojin, with his hands on his hips and a heroic laugh.
"Wow hahaha... The third child is here, come and see what this is."
Following the direction where Cheng bit his golden finger, Cheng Chubi saw the guard chief Cheng Jie, the butler Cheng Fu, the kitchen manager Cheng Ji, and the account manager Cheng Ping.
Well, the capable cadres of the old Cheng family: "rob the rich and give to the poor" were divided into two groups, and they all hung up the two framed calligraphy and paintings with great pride.
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but his eyes lit up. What did he see? He saw the painting written by Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin.
Li Chengqian, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, and Li Ke, the king of Shu, also wrote on it, and he, the most handsome boy of the old Cheng family, drew two pictures of spring outings in the spring breeze.
At this moment, there is an additional line of words on it. Although it is far away and cannot be seen clearly, Cheng Yaojin has already provided the answer.
"This is His Majesty's signature and seal. Haha, how about I give it to dad, I'm sure it will be done, right?"
"Dad, you are really like this." Cheng Chubi raised his thumb in conviction.
I originally thought that my biological father was being arrogant, but I didn't expect that Li Shimin actually stamped and signed his name.
Cheng Yaojin saw the admiring look in his third son's eyes, raised his eyebrows happily and laughed.
"But His Majesty has said that I am not allowed to hang this masterpiece of his in the main hall.
It can only be appreciated by our old Cheng family and cannot be leaked to anyone else, otherwise it will be punished with the crime of deceiving the emperor."
Cheng Chubi heard this with displeasure. It seemed that Uncle Li really lacked understanding of animation art.
Cheng Yaojin saw that his son seemed to be in a bad mood, so he patted Cheng Chubi on the shoulder and comforted him.
"It's okay, I'll just hang it at home so that my family can appreciate it. Anyway, this is a good treasure that can be passed down to the family."
"What dad said is true, but this one...this one is wrong." Cheng Chubi then noticed another painting and couldn't help but widen his eyes, a little confused.
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No, it was obviously a pock-marked figure, why has it changed now and turned into seven people?
"This one from Mr. Yan...the pockmarked face you gave to dad before. Dad originally wanted to just let him sign and stamp it."
"Who knew that old guy wouldn't be happy to die? He would have to take that pockmarked face back alive or dead.
Of course I am not happy, but Lao Yan said that after all, I have been friends with me for more than ten years, so if you want to give it as a gift, give me a good one.
Finally, we painted a new one for our old Cheng family and replaced the pockmarked face."
"Dad thought this one had a lot of people and was festive, so I changed it with him."
Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard like a steel needle and said to Cheng Chubi with a pleasant expression.
"If you think it doesn't work, dad will go get it back for you."
Cheng Chubi came closer and his eyes lit up when he saw this new painting.
This long scroll, which is at least three feet wide, depicts a total of seven figures, one of which is particularly large and stands in the center.
It is the kind of portrait of a person with a thick beard and a face like Vajra Veda, with a ferocious face, angry eyes, and wearing a golden armor with mountain inscriptions.
Holding a magical weapon that looks a bit like a big ax in his hand? He has a tiger and leopard on his feet, and is surrounded by this majestic figure who looks like a heavenly general.
There are six smaller portraits of generals with different expressions, but they are also ferocious-faced, fierce-looking, with hair and beards spread out.
It seems that the weapons they hold in their hands are similar to the main characters in the middle, and are similar to sharp weapons such as large axes.
"Dad, this is the one, this one is beautiful." Cheng Chubi's eyes shone with joy. His own father came to the rescue, one against the other.
"Dad, you are so awesome. Not only did you get a signature, you actually got such a big painting. You can exchange seven of them for one person, and you've made a lot of money."
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and spread his hands, and the two naughty children, Lao Wu and Lao Liu, were picked up by Cheng Yaojin with one hand.
The beards made the two boys scream, and then they let go with satisfaction.
"This painting has both spirit and form. It is indeed a vivid and rare masterpiece." Cheng Chubi took a few steps back with satisfaction. The more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became.
I even feel that the characters look familiar. Could it be that I have seen similar paintings in later generations?
"Dad, this painting is beautiful. Where are you going to hang it?"
As Cheng Chubi said this, he scanned the hall, which was obviously very Juyi Hall style. There was something in his heart...
The empty spaces in the hall were either hung with swords, guns and weapons, or hung with the pelts of beasts that Cheng Yaojin had personally hunted.
There was even a tattered military flag and a tattered iron helmet hanging on it, which were said to be evidence of the glory of his father's victory in defeating generals and seizing the flag in front of the battle line.
"Such a ferocious figure wearing armor is very much in line with the style of our old Cheng family,"
Cheng Yaojin stroked his beard for a long time, pointed at a place and shouted to Cheng Jie, "Go and peel off that piece of bearskin, and hang this painting of Lao Yan there."
Cheng Chubi did not dare to comment on the aesthetics of his father who liked physical education. But this sinister painting hung in this hall seemed to fit surprisingly well.
Well, the style is very old Chengjia.
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At this time, the eldest brother and the second brother also returned to the mansion, and happened to encounter this scene. A family of seven pure men, young and old, stood in the hall.
He was influenced by the artistic works of Yan Da artist and the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
"I saw these paintings. I think they are beautiful. They are so beautiful. Dad, my eyes are really blessed." These were the original words of the eldest brother Cheng Chumo.
"The mountains are so good, the water is so good, the horses are so good, the birds are so good, and the people are so good that the children can't bear to take their eyes away from it." These were the exact words of the second brother Cheng Chuliang.
Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard like a steel needle and smiled with an extraordinarily kind expression.
"No, dad feels the same way. Looking at these paintings, dad feels as comfortable as drinking a few glasses of Sanle syrup."
Cheng Chubi listened to the conversation between his father and his two brothers, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile to show his agreement.
Well, this is the result of lack of nine-year compulsory education and unwillingness to read and study.
All he knows about is dancing with swords and boxing, and drinking and boxing all day long. Even the flattery is extremely dry, and the words of praise are even more dry and sad.
Cheng Fu carefully put away the paintings of Uncle Li, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
It is going to be hung in the back house and will become a precious collection that cannot be disclosed to the public.
The boss, who was looking at this portrait of a well-rounded figure carefully, suddenly turned his head, glanced at his father, and then at the painting.
Such repetitions made Cheng Chubi suspicious. "Brother, you look at the painting and then at your father. What's going on?"
"Don't you see? Why do I feel that the divine general in this painting looks exactly like my father?"