..."Okay, just drive! Don't lose me!" Although the old man hasn't been here for five days, he still knows about Liu Dong and Li Yuncong's affairs in heaven and earth.
After hearing this, Liu Dong nodded, took Mu Gang to the garage on the right corner of the courtyard, and drove out Li Yuncong's Porsche.
However, when he saw this car, Mu Gang couldn't help but frown, with a look of embarrassment on his face. For his majestic body of nearly two meters, the interior space of the sports car seemed a bit small. There were only Hummer, Land Rover, and...
Off-road vehicles such as Cherokee are Mu Gang's favorite car.
However, there is no other way at the moment. Liu Dong's Land Rover is far away in Quancheng, so he can only squeeze in at the moment.
The three cars drove forward slowly in the already crowded traffic in the capital. Liu Dong, who was following behind, became slightly excited when he thought of the master who was about to meet him and had a high status in the country.
Qi Gong, a Manchu, the ninth-generation grandson of Emperor Yongzheng. China-famous contemporary calligrapher and painter, educator, classical philologist, connoisseur, red scholar, poet, and master of Chinese studies. He once served as Beijing Normal University
Associate professor, professor, member of the Standing Committee of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, chairman of the National Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee, director of the Central Research Institute of Culture and History, tutor of doctoral students, consultant of the Jiusan Society,
Honorary Chairman of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, Founding Chairman of the World Federation of Chinese Calligraphers and Painters, Consultant of the Chinese Buddhist Association, the Palace Museum, the National Museum, and President of Xiling Seal Society.
This long list of names also represents the lofty status of this master in the country. Everyone who knows something about the old master will respect him from the bottom of his heart. Even if Mr. Li came from the war years
The old soldier also showed admiration when he mentioned the old gentleman again.
When he first came to the capital and heard from Mr. Li that he was meeting this old gentleman, Liu Dong was excited for a long time.
"Now I finally have a chance to visit his old man!"
Just when Liu Dong was looking forward to meeting Master Qi Gong, the car had already got off the road and turned into an alley that was not very wide. There were also some courtyards on both sides of the alley. Just like Mr. Li's previous courtyard, the courtyard here
The courtyard houses have also undergone special modernization. There is no clutter and chaos like other old Beijing Hutongs.
When Liu Dong and the others arrived at the gate of Qi Lao's courtyard, there was already a black car parked outside.
"It seems there are other people coming to visit Mr. Qi!" Mr. Li secretly guessed as he took his wife out of the car, looking at the half-open door.
At this time, after Liu Dong parked the car, he also came over with Mu Gang, "Mr. Li, can we go in?"
"Here we go. Of course we have to go in! Hey, what are you holding in your hand?" Mr. Li asked in surprise as he looked at the long package in Liu Dong's hand.
"Oh, this is the rice paper I bought from Panjiayuan, Anhui Jinxing rice paper, one cut each for raw Xuan, cooked Xuan and half-cooked Xuan!" Liu Dong raised the thick stack of paper in his hand and said with a smile.
When he learned that he was coming to visit Mr. Qi, Liu Dong was already thinking about what kind of gift he would get. However, Mr. Qi was frugal by nature. Although his calligraphy and paintings were worth thousands of gold, except for buying books, most of the money he had received had been donated.
After leaving home, his life was very simple. Therefore, Liu Dong could not give too precious things as gifts. Therefore, he bought three pieces of the best rice paper from Panjiayuan.
Even though there are only 300 pieces of three-knife paper, it is not a lot, but rice paper is a high-grade paper used for calligraphy and painting in China. Its main raw materials are green sandalwood bark and straw, supplemented by Pu, mulberry,
It takes more than a year to make more than ten kinds of seasonings, such as bamboo and hemp, after soaking, covering with dust, cooking, bleaching, beating, fishing, gluing, and pasting. Each piece of paper is made
It was extremely precious, and Liu Dong's three swords cost him nearly 10,000 yuan.
Hearing Liu Dong's answer, Mr. Li nodded and said with a satisfied smile: "You are smart. You know what to give!"
At this time, Liu Dong also saw the box that Mr. Li was holding in his hand. It was not too big. Looking at the packaging outside, although it was not gorgeous, it was very simple. It was obviously a gift prepared by Mr. Li.
"Old man, what are you holding in your hand?"
"What do you think?" the old man said proudly.
"Okay, don't look at how old you are, and you still play this kind of guessing game like a child." At this time, Grandma Li, who was standing next to her, rolled her eyes at the boss and said to Liu Dong with a smile.
: "What he is holding is a piece of ink from the famous Qing Dynasty ink maker Wang Jinsheng's 'Jian Gu Zhai'!"
Although Mrs. Li has always opposed Mr. Li's collection of antiques, she has learned a lot about her husband who has been tinkering with it all day long. Moreover, before coming back, Mr. Li often boasted to her about the rare calligraphy treasures in his hands.
After listening to the old lady's words, Liu Dong felt surprised. Wang Jinsheng, Cao Sugong, Wang Jie'an, and Hu Kaiwen were equally famous ink makers in the Qing Dynasty. Their ink carvings, clever decorations, and beauty were all cherished by literati.
.Although it is not as hard to find as the famous 'Lee Jung Kyu Ink', it is still a rare ink!
Seeing the surprise on Liu Dong's face, Mr. Li also felt proud.
"Okay, it's getting late, Xiaodong, let's go in!" Just when the old man was about to turn around, he seemed to remember something, and turned back to the four black-clothed bodyguards again and ordered, "Don't go in, stay outside!
"
After saying that, the old man didn't care what other people's expressions were, and strode towards the door with the Wang Jinsheng ink in his hand. Seeing this, Mrs. Li quickly followed.
And Liu Dong, who had long been looking forward to this display, naturally did not dare to lag behind. Perhaps Mu was the only one who didn't take this matter to heart just now.
"Bang!" Mr. Li grabbed the iron head on the door leaf and knocked hard.
"Is anyone here?" Of course this time it was Liu Dong who shouted.
After he finished speaking, less than half a minute later, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a gray short-sleeved T-shirt, slightly fat, with a kind face, appeared next to Liu Dong.
in front of people.
No one, including Mr. Li, knew who the middle-aged man was, but when they saw Mr. Li and the others standing at the door, they walked over with a smile.
"Are you Li Renfang, Mr. Li?"
"I am, you are?"
Seeing the confusion on Mr. Li's face, the middle-aged man quickly said: "My name is Fu Kun, and I came to visit Mr. Qi with my master!"
"Oh, Fu Kun, I seem to have heard this name before!" After Li Laoluo thought about it, he suddenly remembered something, and then asked: "You are a calligraphy and painting appraisal expert at the National Museum, right? So your master is Xu Bangda
, Mr. Xu is here? Mr. Xu is here today too?"
Seeing the surprised look on Mr. Li's face, Fu Kun smiled and nodded, "My master and Mr. Qi are waiting for you in the living room!"
"Really, this is great! Xiaodong, let's go!" He said, not even paying attention to the old lady Li next to him, with a slightly anxious look on his face, he raised his legs and walked inside. The old lady who was harmed was a
She yelled at him from behind to slow down, for fear that the old man would fall.
At this moment, Liu Dong strode to catch up, and at the same time, he felt even happier.
Xu Bangda is the master of the "appraisal school" in the Chinese art history circle. Xu Bangda combined traditional appraisal methods with modern archaeological methods to establish teachable research methods and academic theories for the appraisal of calligraphy and painting. There is "Xu Bangda"
"Half a Chi" (meaning that he appraises paintings, and the authenticity can be known when the scroll is unfolded half a chi) and is known as "the first person to discern paintings in China".
His representative works include "The Authenticity of Several Seals and Related Calligraphy and Paintings", "", "Re-editing the Records of Old Collections of Calligraphy and Paintings in the Forbidden City of the Qing Dynasty", etc.
Moreover, Liu Dong had also read all these books, which opened his eyes. While his antique appraisal skills greatly improved, he also deeply felt the old man's profound skills in antique appraisal, especially calligraphy and painting appraisal.
The group of people walked around the screen wall and saw two experts in Chinese calligraphy, painting and appraisal with white hair and beards standing under the grape trellis in the main room of the courtyard, welcoming a few people.
The two old men, one born in 1910 and the other in 1911, are still ninety years old now. They have more or less health problems, especially Mr. Qi, who has been in poor health in his later years, so I saw the two old men standing there.
Outside the door, both Mr. and Mrs. Li and Liu Dong quickly strode forward and greeted them respectfully.
In front of these two old men, Mr. Li, who is already seventy years old, is just a junior.
"Mr. Qi, Mr. Xu, and Lao Lao went out to greet us in person. Ren Fang was really flattered!"
"Haha, General Li is so polite! You came to visit me in person. As the host, I am also very happy!" Mr. Qi said with a smile. Although there were deep grooves on his slightly round face, his smile was very impressive.
kind.
"Mr. Qi has displeased me. Ren Fang has retired for many years and is no longer General Li. If you don't mind, old man, just call me by my name!" Mr. Li said respectfully.
"Okay, let's each take a step back. How old am I? Just call me brother. How about it, brother Li?" Mr. Qi said with a cheerful smile.
"Haha, I think this is good!" Mr. Xu laughed beside him.
Of course, Mr. Li has no objection. Speaking of which, although there is a big age gap between them, they are already old people, so there is no need to distinguish them too much, otherwise juniors like Liu Dong will make mistakes in their titles.
Difficult.
Next, after introducing Liu Dong and others, Fu Kun and Liu Dong supported Mr. Xu and Mr. Qi respectively into the living room of the main room.
"I heard from Jing Huai, Brother Li, how many paintings do you have, and you want me, an old man, to help you appraise them?" Everyone sat down, and after a brief greeting, Mr. Qi went straight to the topic.
The Jing Huai in Mr. Qi's mouth was his nephew Zhang Jinghuai who had been taking care of his daily life. Since Mr. Li had no contact with Mr. Qi at the beginning, when he wanted to come over to display, he asked Mr. Zhang Jinghuai to ask for a message. (Unfinished)