He remembered that most of the taxis on the streets of the capital at that time were green Xiali. When eating noodles with soybean paste outside, you had to get a separate small bowl to make soybean paste.
There are big trees on both sides of the street. People tie a rope to two trees and hang their clothes to dry on the roadside.
“Before, my mother and I had our portraits drawn at the entrance of the zoo.
At that time, although cameras had become commonplace, some down-and-out painters still made a living by painting tourists at scenic spots..."
When he arrived at the location of the Beijing Zoo, Han Jiulin felt a little sad.
Just as he said this, he suddenly stared at a studio on the side of the street and stopped.
He stared blankly at the studio, his originally cruel and indifferent gaze suddenly showing ripples.
The whole person became softer.
It's like a thunderstorm suddenly clears up and the sky is blue, white clouds, peaceful and peaceful.
There is an unexpected excitement, there is also the joy of a sudden reunion, and there is also a kind of destiny and arrangement in the dark.
The studio was not big, and the studio owner, who was in his fifties, was sitting at the door, holding a bowl of braised noodles and eating happily.
In the studio, the paintings hanging on the beams are arranged in sequence. Among them is a painting. The scene behind it is exactly that of the old Beijing Zoo twenty years ago. In the middle of the painting, there is a mother and son.
sketch.
The boy looked to be only six or seven years old, with handsome features and a lively look in his eyes.
The young mother, on the other hand, has waist-length hair and a smile on her face, which is like a clear spring, which is fascinating.
In the scroll, a young mother holds her son on her lap.
She was wearing a floral dress and a pair of leather sandals that were extremely fashionable and beautiful for that era.
Han Jiulin stared at the picture blankly. It was nothing more than that the mother and son in the picture were him and Zhao Xianya.
There are many other studios around this studio that have not been seen for many years. It seems that this place has become an area where down-and-out painters make a living.
When some studio owners saw Han Jiulin standing still, they thought he was a potential customer and came to Han Jiulin one after another to greet him.
"Brother, do you want to draw a picture?
You and this beauty seem to be a perfect match, so why don't you paint a picture to keep it as a souvenir?"
"Little brother, come and paint here. The quality is absolutely fine. We will paint whatever scenery you want."
The studio owner, who was in his fifties and squatting at the door of the studio eating noodles, saw that his colleagues around him were trying to grab business, so he didn't care and continued to eat noodles.
Unexpectedly, Han Jiulin was indifferent to the conversation and greetings of other studio owners. He actually walked up to the studio owner who was eating noodles, pointed to the studio behind him, and asked: "Do you own this studio?"
The man whose real name is Chen Zhengchu never thought that after he had given up on this customer, the customer would still take the initiative to hit him.
Immediately he swallowed the noodles in his mouth, stood up and replied: "I opened it."
Han Jiulin pointed to the paintings hanging on the beams and asked: "Then the paintings in this room were all painted by you?"
"Of course I drew it."
Chen Zhengchu smiled and said: "Brother, if you like it, I will draw one for you. The price is not expensive."
This painting was very old, nearly twenty years old, and Han Jiulin had long forgotten what the person who painted him and Zhao Xianya looked like.
But he could tell that this middle-aged man was not lying.
Han Jiulin smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "I don't paint, I'm here to buy paintings, and I want to buy this painting."
As he spoke, he pointed at the picture scroll of his mother and son.
Chen Zhengchu blinked his eyes, obviously stunned.
He is a painter, not a seller of paintings. The scrolls in the studio are all paintings he has painted. After the original owner agreed, they stayed with him and were hung in the studio to attract customers.
Chen Zhengchu glanced at the painting pointed by Han Jiulin and quickly recalled that painting.
He remembered that the painting was painted at the entrance of the old Beijing Zoo one summer nineteen years ago.
At that time, he painted two pictures of women from different angles and styles. Later, he only picked one of them to take away, and he kept the remaining one.
When he painted this painting, he was already in his early thirties, and he was very proficient in painting. This painting was also his pinnacle work.
In addition, the characters in the painting, whether they are mothers or children, are rare and intelligent figures, so they have always been deeply loved by Chen Zhengchu.
At this time, when I heard that Han Jiulin wanted to buy the painting, I was not only surprised, but also felt a little reluctant to give up.
He didn't consider the price, and simply shook his head and declined: "Sorry, that painting is not for sale."
At this time, he had no idea how important that painting was to Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and it can naturally be seen that this painter's paintings are at the level of a master.
Putting aside his personal feelings, his paintings are indeed rare masterpieces.
But he didn't quite understand why Chen Zhengchu didn't sell the painting. Was it because of the dignity of a poor artist, or because he had special emotions for that painting?
He glanced at Chen Zhengchu and said, "As long as you are willing to sell it to me, I can give you a lot of money, and you can set the price."
When the bosses of the surrounding studios heard this, they all spoke up and tried to persuade Chen Zhengchu.
"Old Chen, isn't it just a painting? Since people like it, you can sell it."
"Old Chen, it's rare to meet a financial sponsor. Isn't it better to ask for more money than to be exposed to wind and sun all day long and suffer hardships?"
Chen Zhengchu was a little irritated by these people and frowned slightly. After a moment, he looked at Han Jiulin and asked, "Why did you buy that painting?
If you can tell me a reason, I can give it to you for free.
If there is no reason, I won’t sell it for any amount of money.”
Han Jiulin was silent for a moment and said: "The boy in the painting is me.
Is this an acceptable reason?”
"What?"
Chen Zhengchu was surprised.
Xiao Yuyan and other studio owners also opened their mouths.
What a coincidence?
"I see, that's no wonder!"
Chen Zhengchu came to his senses and looked Han Jiulin up and down.
Although Han Jiulin was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, he recognized Han Jiulin's eyes and ears that he was indeed the boy in the painting.
For a moment, Chen Zhengchu laughed happily and said, "Just wait, I will take down the painting and give it to you."