Gu Luotang did not expect that the old man would answer his words, so he bowed to him politely. Wan Yunting also smiled at him and said nothing.
Seeing that the young couple were so polite, the old gentleman also stopped to explain something to them. He pointed at the woodcut print of Mr. Lu Xun on the wall, smiled at Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang and said: "Lu Xun lived a particularly impassioned life.
He not only promoted our literature, but also promoted education at Peking University in the capital. He taught at Peking University back then, and President Cai was his teacher. The school emblem of Peking University was designed by Lu Xun..."
So the old man told the unknown details and experiences when Mr. Lu Xun was teaching at Peking University in Beijing. This made Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang unable to help but be surprised. Judging from the old man's conversation, knowledge of literature, and Lu Xun's
From what I know about my husband, he is definitely from the capital and even a big figure in the literary world. However, he is wearing a mask and Gu Luotang cannot recognize him.
The old gentleman kept telling them about Mr. Lu Xun's past, which also attracted the surrounding tourists to stop and listen. Everyone nodded repeatedly, admiring the old gentleman's conversation. He was a literati at first glance...
"So, we still need to learn more from the spirit of Lu Xun. Not only did he leave us too many literary works that shocked the past and the present, but he also contributed to the promotion of woodcut prints, for which he played an indispensable role."
The old gentleman spoke for more than 20 minutes without even drinking a sip of water. Wan Yunting, Gu Luotang, and the surrounding tourists also listened to him very seriously, and in the end they all applauded him.
"The old gentleman said it well..."
"Haha, I won't delay everyone and continue shopping."
The old gentleman smiled, waved his hand, and continued walking forward.
"Old man, walk slowly..."
Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang politely watched him squeeze into the crowd, and they also felt that this old gentleman must be a big shot, but they didn't know who it was.
So the two of them continued shopping, actually following the old gentleman...
However, at this moment, Wan Yunting suddenly saw a young man behind the old man in front of him. He put his sneaky right hand into the right pocket of the old man's coat, took out the old man's mobile phone, and immediately kicked him back.
In my trouser pocket...
The next second, a big hand grabbed the young man's wrist, which shocked him all over. He turned around and saw that it was Wan Yunting. The young man struggled hard, but Wan Yunting's big hand held it firmly like a vise.
Live him.
The young man was frightened, so he whispered fiercely: "Boy, let go, or I will kill you!"
"Ah."
Wan Yunting gave him a sneer, grabbed his wrist, raised it, and then twisted it. Suddenly the young pickpocket screamed: "Ah..."
Then the mobile phone in his hand fell down, but was caught by Wan Yunting's left hand...
There was such a movement that the old man who was still walking in front of him never realized that his cell phone had been stolen by the young man...
Wan Yunting snatched the mobile phone from the young man's hand and twisted his wrist slightly with his left hand. The young man screamed again, and he knelt on the ground in pain.
"Mr., your cell phone."
Wan Yunting shouted to the old man in front of him. He turned around and looked at the mobile phone in Wan Yunting's hand. When the old man touched his pocket, he realized that the mobile phone was missing. Only then did he react and went up to take it from Wan Yunting's hand.
He picked up the mobile phone and said with a smile: "Young man, thank you, otherwise I would have to ask my granddaughter to buy me a new mobile phone."
Wan Yunting waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's a smooth skill, sir. You don't have to be polite."
"Yes, young and courageous..."
The old gentleman couldn't help but take a high look at Wan Yunting and felt that this young man dared to act bravely when he saw justice. He was an upright man and must be extraordinary.
Moreover, judging from Wan Yunting's overall temperament, when the old gentleman told them about Mr. Lu Xun before, he also felt that he was not simple.
The security guards of the memorial hall came over immediately, and Wan Yunting handed the young pickpocket directly to them, "Take him directly to the police station."
"Young man, why don't you leave your phone number and I'll treat you to a meal later."
The old gentleman said.
Wan Yunting took out his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Old sir, you can leave your phone number, but you can just invite me to dinner. Just now, Mr. Lu told us about the deeds of Mr. Lu Xun, which taught us a lot. If you want to invite me to dinner, it's me."
It’s up to you.”
"Hahaha, I just told you juniors out of interest."
The old gentleman smiled heartily.
So the two exchanged phone numbers with each other, but the old man's cell phone rang. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the name of the caller number. When he answered the phone, he said impatiently: "Didn't I tell you, I'm just going out for a walk, you guys?"
No need to come to me..."
Wan Yunting saw the old gentleman answering the phone and looked at each other with Gu Luotang...
"Okay, then come to the memorial hall and find me, that's it."
The old gentleman hung up the phone extremely impatiently, and when Wan Yunting saw that he had something to do, he said nothing more and smiled politely: "Old gentleman, we have to go back first, and I will call you another day.
, let’s go out for a drink.”
"All right."
After hearing this, the old gentleman nodded and said with a smile: "Then we will make an appointment another day."
Wan Yunting and Gu Luotang smiled, nodded slightly, said nothing, turned and left...
After the two of them had just walked for a while, they suddenly saw a few middle-aged men, and at the same time they hurriedly walked into Mr. Lu Xun's memorial hall with a few young people in formal clothes. After searching in the crowded hall for a while, they finally saw the old man.
Body shape, "Over there, hurry over..."
"Old Fan..."
The middle-aged man who came first bowed to the old gentleman's short back and said respectfully, "You really made it easy for us to find him."
"Yes, they said just now that you were missing, and we were very anxious."
Another middle-aged man looked worried, but everyone felt relieved when they found this old man.
"Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, do you two think that this old man like me is dizzy and can't find his way home, which is why you are so anxious?"
The old gentleman Fan Liren turned around, and his sharp old eyes under the old-style glasses glanced at the two middle-aged men in front of him. They were none other than Shen He, the chairman of the Beijing Art Association, and Liu Shuhuai, the vice chairman!
"Mr. Fan, don't be angry. We know that you haven't been back to your hometown for so many years, so you came out for a walk, but can you inform us when you come out so that we can be prepared..."
Facing the old man in front of him, Chairman Shen He was like a filial primary school student, without any airs, respectful and even pleading.
"what to prepare?"
Fan Liren was not so polite to them. He pointed at Shen He and Liu Shuhuai and hummed: "Old man, I came back this time to see the changes in my hometown, so you don't have to do that for me, let alone send people to follow me. I'm still here
You're not too old to be confused and can't find your way home, so you can do whatever you need to do and don't worry about me, an old man."
"this…"
These words made Liu Shuhuai and Shen He look at each other in embarrassment.
Let me formally introduce the old gentleman in front of me. He is Fan Liren, a well-known figure in the art world of Beijing! He is not only a figure in the art of painting, calligraphy, and literature, but also a figure of the dean level.
At the same time, he also served as the president of a university in Beijing, and later founded the Art Association, and he was the first chairman. He has experienced the waves of different eras in his life. Now this old man is already in his eighties or nineties, but his body is still strong. Still tough and tough.
Fan Liren's paintings are even used by leaders as congratulatory gifts and given to foreign guests or presidents. One of his paintings or calligraphy works can fetch sky-high prices at auctions.
Therefore, he is the number one person in the Chinese art world today!
If Yuan Deyou, who was invited by Huangfu Hongfang before, was a master, and Fan Liren was a dean, Yuan Deyou would have to respectfully address him as "Old Principal Fan" in front of him...
"All right."
Seeing this, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai could only do this, and said, "But Mr. Fan, do you really not plan to show up at the Shulang Pavilion Award Competition?
I heard that there are several young people with high attainments in calligraphy coming out this year, don’t you plan to go and see them?”
"What catches your eyes."
Fan Liren turned around and looked at a calligraphy masterpiece by Mr. Lu Xun hanging on the wall in the exhibition glass, and said: "The high achievements in calligraphy that young people today can achieve are nothing more than the children trained by those guys. It's just flattering each other, it's not worth watching and it stains my old eyes."
These words made Shen He and Liu Shuhuai look at each other, and they shook their heads helplessly, knowing that the old man was completely disappointed with today's young people in terms of art.
After all, the atmosphere of the entire society is different from that of the past. Everyone can compose a few lines of ancient Chinese poems or write a piece of calligraphy by hand.
Looking at the entire young generation in China, the impetuousness of society has created impetuous psychology among young people. Coupled with the cultural invasion from various countries, young people are addicted to games and comics, and play all kinds of entertainment that the elderly cannot understand.
On the other hand, there are very few people who are truly interested in Chinese traditional culture.
Even if young people in the art and cultural circles have learned a little bit, they will only compare and flatter each other, pushing the atmosphere of the entire art circle into a corrupt situation.
Therefore, Fan Liren is completely disappointed with the young people in the current art circle!
Those who claim to be calligraphy geniuses and prodigies are just touted, but those who can truly write well are as rare as a feather...