"Okay, after looking at the ceramics, I will take you to see my collection of ancient paintings. They are no less precious than my collection of ceramics!"
After listening to Mr. Li's words, Liu Dong's eyes lit up and he secretly looked forward to it.
However, what was on the display shelf next was not the paintings and calligraphy that Liu Dong had imagined, but boxes of different sizes.
"Come on, Xiaodong, take this box down and open it!" Mr. Li ordered, pointing to a black rectangular camphor wood box located on the far side of the third row of pads.
"Oh!" Liu Dong did as he was told and quickly moved down.
"Open!"
Then, rolls of canvas appeared in Liu Dong's eyes.
Seeing this, Mr. Li bent down and picked up one, then slowly unfolded it, and then a beautiful oil painting appeared in Liu Dong's eyes. The oil painting was not too big, about 60*80, and the content of the oil painting was
Two young warriors with excited expressions stood holding guns and supporting each other. Behind the warriors was a cave dwelling.
Seeing the slightly similar faces of the two soldiers and the familiar feeling in Liu Dong's heart, he couldn't help but feel shocked and asked: "Who is the person above Mr. Li...?"
"My eldest brother and I were responsible for the personnel affairs above!" Mr. Li continued with a look of reminiscence. "At that time, we joined the army and went to Yan'an. Mr. Beihong happened to be there, so we asked him to draw this painting!"
Hearing this, Liu Dong did not speak again, thinking that a lot of things must have happened, but Mr. Li did not continue, nor did he ask any more questions.
Mr. Li held the painting and looked at it for two or three minutes before he came to his senses. After packing up the oil painting and putting it back, he took out a scroll from the box.
"Eight Horses Picture!" Liu Dong said in surprise.
What was opened again was a Chinese painting, but Mr. Beihong's name was still on the signature.
"Haha, I went to ask for this when Mr. Beihong was the dean of the Central Academy of Fine Arts!" As if remembering some interesting things in the past, Mr. Li showed a smile on his face.
"Mr. Li, are all Mr. Beihong's works in this box?" Liu Dong asked with surprise and a hint of shock.
"Not bad! But there are only five finished paintings, two oil paintings, and three Chinese paintings. The rest are the sketches, sketches, calligraphy, and inscriptions that I collected from my husband. There are 52 pieces in total!"
"You are so awesome!" Liu Dong said with sincere admiration.
"Haha. For these things, the old man goes to the Central Academy of Fine Arts every few days!" As he spoke, Mr. Li couldn't help showing a look of pride on his face.
Liu Dong knew that Xu Beihong once served as the dean of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Looking at the expression on Mr. Li's face at this moment, Liu Dong knew that this old man had gone to play in the autumn wind.
"Then the paintings of Master Li Kuchan are here...?" Liu Dong asked tentatively. Li Kuchan is a disciple of the master of Chinese painting Qi Baishi. His achievements are no less than that of his master. He is also a master of modern Chinese painting and a master of freehand flowers and birds. Like Xu Beihong, he is a member of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
Professor at its founding.
"No, the black box next to you contains the works of Master Kuchan!"
After listening to Mr. Li's words, Liu Dong stood up quickly. He moved the box down from the iron frame next to him, and after opening it, there were paintings one after another.
Watching Liu Dong's movements, Mr. Li said from the side: "I have six complete paintings of Mr. Kuchan, and 64 other sketches of calligraphy and painting, calligraphy, and inscriptions!"
"By the way, after reading these, there are also paintings by Mr. Wu Zuoren next to them! There are also calligraphy and painting works by Mr. Li Keran, Mr. Pan Tianshou, and Mr. Fu Baoshi...!"
Next, Mr. Li almost talked about all the famous modern and contemporary Chinese painters.
"Old man, where did you find the energy to collect so many famous paintings? You couldn't have robbed them, right?" After listening to this, Liu Dong first glanced at the large and small boxes placed on the bookshelf and couldn't help but
Looking at Mr. Li, he was dumbfounded.
Hearing this, Mr. Li rolled his eyes at Liu Dong angrily, and then said with a hint of arrogance: "What robbery, that's nonsense! Old man, I have friends all over the world, and I have collected all these famous people in the capital myself.
It’s all thanks to the help of my comrades! I owe a huge debt of gratitude for this!”
"So Mr. Li, how many paintings have you collected by famous modern artists?" Liu Dong then asked.
"I'm old and can't remember much, but the total number of large and small should be more than 2,500!" The old man knocked his head and frowned.
"Gudu!" Liu Dong swallowed.
Although most of the more than 2,500 pieces of works are sketches, calligraphy, inscriptions, and sketches of calligraphy and painting, there are probably more than 200 pieces of finished paintings. According to the current market conditions, there should be at least dozens.
One hundred million.
Fortunately, during that special period, the country implemented public ownership. If we put it in the current market economy era, I am afraid that no matter how good the friendship is, we would not be able to exchange for so many works.
Next, Mr. Li took Liu Dong to look at the ancient paintings and calligraphy of the Ming and Qing Dynasties that he had collected before. There were not too many, only more than 160 pieces.
Compared with porcelain, it is much more difficult to preserve ancient paintings and calligraphy, so there are only a few of them in existence. These more than 160 paintings are already a large number.
"Xiaodong, this shelf contains my twenty-two most valuable paintings and thirty pieces of calligraphy!" Mr. Li said.
Hearing this, Liu Dong nodded.
"Is this the handiwork of famous artists from the Tang, Song, and Yuan dynasties that you have collected?"
After listening to Liu Dong's words, the old man nodded first, and then shook his head. Looking at Liu Dong's confused look, he couldn't help but smile, "You'll find out later!"
After finishing speaking, he didn't need Liu Dong's help. He reached out and took down a wooden box from the shelf. After opening it, there were three scrolls inside!
"Of all the calligraphy and painting works in my collection, these are the most precious!" After a pause, "Come Xiaodong, help me open it, be careful!"
"I know, Mr. Li!"
The first one that Mr. Li picked up was the one on the left. After the two of them grabbed one side each, they slowly unfolded an extremely old, yellow silk painting!
"Composed by Daozi of Tang Dynasty and Wu Dynasty!" Liu Dong was shocked when he saw the signature in regular script.
"Mr. Li, is this...?"
Wu Daozi has been revered as the "Sage of Painting" for thousands of years, and is known to almost everyone. However, there are different opinions about his paintings. Some say that he has no authentic paintings handed down to the world, while others think that there are still authentic paintings of Wu Daozi in the world. Among them, the famous
It is the "Eighty-seven Immortals Picture Scroll" that Mr. Xu Beihong regards as his life!
"Look first and then talk!"
After listening to Mr. Li's words, Liu Dong took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and he and Mr. Li slowly unfolded the scroll.
Although this painting is extremely old, it has been re-pasted and the backing is extremely strong. Although there is no table as a backing, it is not damaged.
The scroll was very long, and it took two people standing in the middle aisle to unfold it. Liu Dong estimated that the length of the entire painting was more than five meters, and the width was more than 40 centimeters.
The scroll depicts a landscape, with mountains, flowing water, and boats so lifelike and smooth lines that it feels like the entire painting has been painted in one stroke.
"The "Three Hundred Miles of Landscape of the Jialing River" is really this painting!" Liu Dong said with excitement at the inscription next to the heart of the painting.
During this period, Liu Dong had read many books on the appraisal of calligraphy and paintings. He was no stranger to the painting sage Wu Daozi, and he was even more familiar with the stories surrounding the painting "Three Hundred Miles of Landscapes of the Jialing River".
During the Tianbao period, one day Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty suddenly remembered that the Jialing River in the middle of Sichuan was beautiful and full of interesting mountains and waters, so he ordered Wu Daozi to take a post to the Jialing River to sketch. When he arrived at the Jialing River, Wu Daozi roamed on the river and looked into the distance. He saw the beautiful mountains and rivers here, and he captured them scene by scene.
However, the experience and feelings at that time were deeply engraved in my heart, and I did not draw a sketch.
When Wu Daozi returned to Chang'an after touring the mountains and rivers of the Jialing River, Xuanzong asked him about his painting. He replied: "I don't have a powder copy, and I will keep it in mind." Xuanzong ordered him to paint on the wall of Datong Hall. Wu Daozi
It is not to list the surface of Jialing River's landscape, but to grasp the fascinating state of each mountain, river, hill and valley of Jialing River, that is, to make a high-level summary of the magnificence, beauty and natural characteristics of the mountains and rivers in this area, and to write with concentration for a day.
When it was done, the beautiful scenery of three hundred miles along the Jialing River appeared vividly on the paper. Xuanzong looked at it and praised it.
Before that, the great painter General Li (Si Xun) was good at landscape painting. He also painted the Jialing River landscape on the wall of Datong Hall. Although the painting was also very wonderful, it took "a few months to complete" and was not as fast and good as Wu Daoxuan's painting.
Therefore, Xuanzong said with emotion: "Li Sixun's work took several months, and Wu Daoxuan's work in one day are both extremely wonderful." It can be seen that Wu Daozi has superb painting skills and skillful brushwork.
"Is this painting by Mr. Li authentic? This is really unbelievable!"
"Haha, this is of course an authentic work. I have asked many people to do appraisals, and I have also done carbon 14 appraisals. It is an authentic work by Wu Daozi, and there is promotion next to it!"
"Tang Xuanzong Li Longji, Su Shi, Huang Gongwang, Zhu Yunming!" With just a glance, Liu Dong discovered the handwriting and seals of many celebrities in a series of promotions.
Finally, Liu Dong used his own power to check again, and the result was that the dazzling red light made it almost impossible to open his eyes, and the words 'Wu Daozi's authentic work' in his mind made Liu Dong even more suspicious.
"Mr. Li, this is a real national treasure, a priceless treasure!" Liu Dong couldn't help but sigh.
Looking at Liu Dong's expression, Mr. Li nodded in agreement. He has had this painting in his hands for many years and has read it hundreds of times, but he has different feelings every time he looks at it.
This time, the two of them admired it for more than ten minutes before rolling it up again and putting it back in the box!
"Xiaodong, can you identify whose calligraphy this is?" Mr. Li asked when he opened the calligraphy in his hand halfway.
"Yan Zhenqing's "Yan Family Instructions"!" Liu Dong blurted out.
"Hey, how did you see that?"
Looking at the surprised look on Mr. Li's face, Liu Dong secretly screamed 'Oops'. He identified this with the power in his mind and blurted it out in excitement. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, novels are better.