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Chapter 41 Painting Thangka

Leng Yufei was angry and funny, thinking that her best friend was too impulsive, so she opened her mouth to persuade her. Unexpectedly, Dong Ziyun took out her wallet, took out 800 yuan and gave it to the shop owner, and then rolled the thangka into her hands.

Juanba took Leng Yufei and wanted to leave.

When Dong Ziyun and Yu Fei saw this, they quickly stopped him.

Who are you? Did you call me my name? Am I familiar with you? Dong Ziyun said fiercely to Yu Fei.

Ok, ok. Yu Fei raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: Miss Dong, before I came to Lhasa, Uncle Dong told me that if I see you, let me take you back.

How fresh. Who are you? Why should I go back with you? Do you care where I am going? Dong Ziyun said with a sneer.

Yu Fei finally understood that this Dong Ziyun was just a stubborn donkey, refusing to move away and dragging its master back.

Miss Dong, I think you may have made a mistake. Uncle Dong said, let me take you back, but since you are not willing, then I have explained the matter that Uncle Dong entrusted me with. How about love?

That's your business, I can't care about it, and I don't want to care about it. Yu Fei said tepidly. The faint smile on his face made Dong Ziyun want to go up and punch him.

What kind of explanation are you talking about? Dong Ziyun saw that Yu Fei wanted to leave, but why would he want to leave? He couldn't help but said: Yu Fei

Miss Dong, not everyone can call me by my name. Are you familiar with me? Yu Fei returned Dong Ziyun's words unchanged.

You, Dong Ziyun, were suddenly choked up and speechless.

Leng Yufei had already noticed that Dong Ziyun, the two bickering men, was no match for Yu Fei, but Yu Fei still looked calm and calm.

Okay, okay, it’s not easy to meet in Lhasa, you two, stop arguing. Leng Yufei persuaded: I’m sorry, Mr. Yu, don’t worry.

Yufei, why did you help him speak up? Dong Ziyun was very dissatisfied with Leng Yufei's defection in battle.

Brother Yu Fei, you are here, making it easy for me to find you. Gesang squeezed over, looked at Dong Ziyun and Leng Yufei again, and asked: Who are these two?

They are my friends. Yu Fei emphasized the word friend very hard, and the expression on his face made Dong Ziyun feel that he deserved a beating.

It turned out that they were friends. Although Gesang was sincere, he was not stupid. He had already seen that the relationship between Yu Fei and the two was not ordinary friends. I just told the owner of Tashi Duoji and he refunded four hundred yuan. Gesang will

He handed the hundred yuan to Dong Ziyun. Gesang ran a Tibetan silverware workshop and was considered an insider in the industry. He also knew the shop owner, so he was able to get half of the money back.

Hum, if someone hadn't deliberately caused trouble, my aunt wouldn't have spent the extra two hundred yuan. Dong Ziyun took the money handed over by Gesang in a bad mood.

Yu Fei said, looking a little embarrassed at this Gesang.

Ignore them. Yu Fei whispered, and at the same time quietly pointed his finger at his head to indicate to them that there was something wrong with their brains.

There is something wrong with your brain. Dong Ziyun shouted angrily upon seeing this.

Leng Yufei stopped Dong Ziyun again, pulled her aside and whispered a few words in her ear.

Yu Fei didn't care. They were not children anymore. Anyway, he had already brought them here. It was their business to follow him or not. At most, he would call Dong Dechang and explain the situation.

However, just as Yu Fei was pulling Gesang to leave, he heard Dong Ziyun shouting from behind: Mr. Yu, please stay.

Well, Yu Fei turned his head in confusion. He didn't know why Dong Ziyun called him.

Seeing Yu Fei looking at her, Dong Ziyun opened her mouth but said nothing. Leng Yufei quietly poked her back.

Dong Ziyun then reluctantly said: I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, I had a bad attitude just now. Since my dad asked you to take care of us, I will trouble you more in the future. I hope you won't regret it then. Although Dong Ziyun's face

It was with a smile, but the last few words had a bit of gritted teeth, which made Yu Fei shudder.

Miss Dong, what I want to say is that you don’t need to force yourself. Yu Fei is a little embarrassed and allows himself to accompany two super beauties. This is definitely a coveted job in the eyes of others, but in view of Dong Ziyun’s unreasonableness and the people around him,

The girl with the same name as him was so unpredictable that he still felt it was better to be single.

We are all adults, and there is absolutely no need for Yu Fei to finish what he said.

Leng Yufei frowned and said: Could Mr. Yu want to break his promise and bear to see us two weak women living in an unfamiliar city?

Leng Yufei's pitiful and helpless expression made Gesang's eyes change when he looked at Yu Fei. If Yu Fei still insisted on not wanting to take care of them, Gesang, the eldest brother and the younger brother just now, might have the possibility.

Cut off the relationship with him.

Yu Fei smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said helplessly: Okay, but I have finished my work in Lhasa and will go back tomorrow. You can prepare to go back with me.

Ah, I'll go back tomorrow. I got altitude sickness after arriving in Lhasa. It's a rare time to come here and I haven't seen anything. It would be a pity to go back like this. Dong Ziyun is telling the truth.

Yes, brother Yu Fei. You must stay and play for a few more days, and I will show you the beautiful scenery of our snowy plateau. Gesang hurriedly said that Yu Fei had a very good impression on him, and compared with the old shopkeeper Liu,

Yu Fei was so kind, and he knew how to respect Tibetan culture. Gesang had made up his mind to entertain such a good brother well.

Yu Fei didn't want to go back so soon. After all, Tibet, this magical land, as Dong Ziyun said, it took a lot of effort to come here, so it would be a pity to go back like this.

As for Dong Ziyun and Leng Yufei taking them with them, it doesn't matter. They speak ugly words. At most, they ignore them. What can they do to them? Is it possible that a big man like himself is afraid that these two little girls will not be able to make a movie?

Anyway, Yu Fei said: Brother Gesang, please take us to continue walking around Bajiao Street.

Seeing Yu Fei pulling Gesang around and walking forward, Dong Ziyun and Leng Yufei clapped their hands in excitement and shouted yes in a low voice, as if Yu Fei was already kneeling in front of them with injuries all over his body.

I begged for mercy with tears in my eyes.

Brother Gesang, why are there so many people gathered in front of you? Is something wrong? Dong Ziyun came to Gesang's side very familiarly, pointed to the crowd and asked.

Where are you talking about? Gesang smiled and said: There is a snowy thangka shop. It’s not that something happened, but someone is learning to draw thangkas. I also know the owner of the shop, his name is Cidanlangjie, and he is a disciple of Master Jiangbai Wangjiu.

There are no tuition fees for those who come to learn painting from him, regardless of age or nationality, so there are many people every day. Sometimes there are even masters of Thangka painting who come to give guidance, but these are rare.

Yufei, didn't you just say that you also wanted to draw thangkas? Now if you have a chance, would you like to try it? Dong Ziyun said.

Leng Yufei was very excited. After she came to Lhasa, or to be precise after entering Bajiao Street, she became very interested in the colorful thangkas. She originally wanted to buy a few more and take them back to copy, but she didn't expect this.

There are also on-site teachers, so I couldn’t help but want to try it.

Gesang and the three of them separated from the crowd of onlookers outside and entered the Snowland Thangka Handicraft Shop. They found that there were more than ten people sitting in an area of ​​more than 20 square meters, including men, women, and even a few foreigners. They were following the people in front.

The person demonstrating was carefully painting the thangka in front of him. More than ten people didn't even cough.

At this time, two people happened to leave. Leng Yufei smiled and whispered to Dong Ziyun: Do you want to give it a try?

Dong Ziyun waved her hands repeatedly and said in a low voice: Forget it, I know how many brushes I have. She turned to look at Yu Fei again and said: Mr. Yu Fei, do you dare to compare with our Yu Fei?

Yu Fei also wants to paint, but he might as well forget about competing with Leng Yufei. That girl is an art major. She holds a painting clip and sketches every day. Isn't it uncomfortable to compare with her?

Yes, Brother Yu Fei, you should give it a try. Master Wuqin said that painting thangka relies on Buddha nature. Maybe you can draw a thangka worth thousands of gold. That’s what Gesang said, he can

I don’t expect Yu Fei to really draw any high-quality thangkas. After all, thangkas are not that easy to draw.

In the more than 1,300 years of Thangka painting, many schools have emerged, the most influential of which is the Mentang School. The most skilled painter in the school is called Wuqin. And there is only one Wuqin who is still alive.

That is Mr. Tashi Tsering.

Hao Yufei gritted his teeth and said, "I'll show off my shame and give it a try." After saying that, he sat down on the seat next to Leng Yufei.

Brother Gesang, let them paint slowly here. Let's go out and buy some souvenirs. Don't disturb them. Dong Ziyun winked at Leng Yufei and said to Gesang.

Gesang thought it right. This thangka painting is a delicate job and cannot be completed in a short time, so he said to Fei: Brother Yu Fei, you can slowly draw here while I take Miss Dong to buy some things.

Dong Ziyun and Leng Yufei looked at each other quietly, and unconsciously showed a successful smile.

Master Tashi, I really didn’t expect you to come and give me advice today. If they knew about it, they would be very surprised. In the inner hall of the Snowy Thangka Shop, the shop owner Cidan Langjie was respectfully facing a forty-year-old man.

The middle-aged man said.

Tashi Tsering smiled and waved his hand and said: Thangka is a treasure of our nation, but now fewer and fewer people can insist on painting it. People are becoming more and more impetuous, and good works are rare, and they can be painted without reservation.

Teach more people to draw Thangkas for free, Cidan Langjie, you deserve the most credit.

Where, where? Cdanangjie said humbly.

Although Tsetang Langjie is already in his early fifties, it does not affect his respect for middle-aged people at all. Because the middle-aged man is the legend of Thangka painting, Uchen Tashi Tsering, who is now the only one who has achieved great success.


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