Portable Museum

The second is to contact and organize the European Tour Exhibition of Chinese Traditional Arts and Crafts.

The third thing is to prepare to open a gallery and an art store in Paris.

At present, these three things have basically been settled. "Zhang Junping smiled and explained the origin of the art company, and also explained his purpose of coming to Paris by the way.

After listening to Zhang Junping's words, Old Man Yang realized that today he was simply here to visit him, without any other requests.

"Then let me congratulate you first!

When the touring exhibition of arts and crafts begins, I will definitely bring my old friends to join in. "

"Mr. Yang, our art company bought a three-story facade building near Charles de Gaulle Square, and it is going to be renovated and opened recently.

At that time, I hope that Old Yang can go over and suppress the scene. "Zhang Junping took advantage of the situation and expressed his intention of coming.

Art companies, to put it bluntly, are doing business for the rich.

Rich people have their own circles, and Zhang Junping came here this time hoping to get in touch with the wealthy Chinese circles.

In addition to the two reasons mentioned above, there is another reason for visiting Mr. Yang, which is that Wenzhou Street is a neighborhood of wealthy Chinese, which does not show mountains and dews.

There are more rich people than Chinatown in No.13 and No.14 neighborhoods.

Hearing this, he directly bought a three-story facade building near Charles de Gaulle Square, and the importance he attached to China Artwork Company instantly increased several levels.

"Okay! At that time, I will definitely go to join in!" Mr. Yang said with a big smile.

"That's it, this junior will thank Old Man Yang!" Zhang Junping cupped his fists in thanks.

"Little friend, you are being polite. Looking at the words on the little friend's greeting card, it is elegant and unrestrained, with strength piercing the back of the paper, like flying dragons and phoenixes. I think it is a master from a famous master."

"Mr. Yang is too much, my teacher is Mr. Baishi!"

"Sure enough, Mr. Baishi is a modern master. I was fortunate to have visited Mr. Baishi. Now that I think about it, Mr. Baishi's voice and smile are still in front of my eyes." Old Yang stroked his beard and said with emotion.

"Looking at Xiaoyou's words, could it be that Yuan Bo is the respected master?" Elder Yang asked again.

"Mr. Yuanbo is my uncle, and my master is Mr. Minghe." Zhang Junping explained.

"It turns out that little friend is Wu Minghe's apprentice. In this way, our relationship has taken another step. My brother Minghe and I have also met a few times.

He and Yuan Bo are even more inseparable.

In the early years, I heard that Uncle Yuan had suffered a catastrophe.

I don't know, how is Uncle Yuan doing? "The smile on Old Yang's face was even more cordial.

"Mr. Yuan Bo, now that the disaster stars have receded, the lucky stars are shining brightly.

She lives in seclusion in BJ and concentrates on studying literature.

I think it won't be long before I return to Beijing Normal University to teach and educate people. Zhang Junping smiled and told Mr. Yang about Qi Gong's recent situation.

"Okay, okay! This is the best news I've heard in recent years." Old Yang stroked his beard and laughed.

It can be seen that he is really happy for the situation of his old friend.

"Mr. Yang, what if the country is already different! The chief designer put forward the instructions of reform and opening up, and adhere to the road of socialism with Chinese characteristics.

Today, there is an urgent need for patriotic businessmen like Mr. Yang to return to China to invest and support the country's economic construction. Zhang Junping smiled and extended an invitation to Mr. Yang.

"Okay! Okay! I've wanted to go back and have a look a long time ago!" Old Yang said with a nod of his beard and a smile.

"I believe that Mr. Yang will not be disappointed when he goes back! A different China has begun to rise." Zhang Junping said confidently.

"The garrison drum cuts off the walking of people, and the sound of wild geese in autumn.

Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown.

Brothers are scattered, and there is no family to ask about death or life.

Sending books often does not arrive, and the situation is that the army has not been suspended.

The old man has long wanted to go back to China to visit his relatives, but he is too timid to ask anyone. "Old Yang said with some sadness.

"Old Yang, the touring exhibition of traditional Chinese arts and crafts will start in July.

At that time, I will definitely persuade Mr. Yuan Bo to participate in the touring exhibition, and then you old friends will be able to meet each other.

Who knows how to look forward to the thunderstorm when you are far away, and return to your hometown in spring next year.

It's not too late to make a decision after meeting Mr. Yuan Bo. "Zhang Junping knew what Elder Yang was worried about, so he didn't persuade him much, just said with a smile.

Chapter 288 "Pastoral Scenery"

"Uncle Yuan is coming? Great!" Yang Yeming stood up excitedly.

"With you here, he must come! If you want to write a letter in hand, Mr. Yuan Bo may complain that I arrange the tour exhibition in July, and the time interval is too long." Zhang Junping said jokingly.

He also noticed that although the person in front of him was a genuine Wenzhou native, he was also a man of love.

He is not a man of temperament, and he will not ruin his family and business to donate money and materials to the country to support the War of Resistance.

"Ha ha!

it is good!Old He, bring a pen and paper! "Yang Yeming was also impatient, and shouted directly to the door.

"Master, the brush and ink are ready!" After a while, the old man in a short shirt came in holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

First spread the felt cloth on the Eight Immortals table, and then spread the rice paper on the felt cloth, and then stand on one side and start grinding ink.

After Lao He had studied the ink, Yang Yeming picked up the brush, took up enough ink, and wrote a letter with sincere words.

Zhang Junping looked at it from the side, and thought to himself: No wonder he and Qi Gong are inseparable. It turns out that both of them are good at calligraphy, and plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums have their own merits.

"A bit of square is water, but empty picks are words, there is no left bank on the cotton head, and the chuo (chuo) circles (rao) to the east of the Que... Yang Lao's cursive script has won the essence of Wang Xizhi's cursive script!" Zhang Junping applauded and praised road.

"My clumsy handwriting made me laugh!" Yang Yeming put down the brush, but Lao He wiped his hands with a towel and said with a smile.

"Old Yang is qualified to start a sect!

When I turned around, I also asked Mr. Yang to take a few paintings of calligraphy, and take them to the traveling exhibition as treasures for the town exhibition! "Zhang Junping complimented with a smile.

"I don't dare to say that. I just like to write a few strokes when I'm free. I'm in a foreign country, and I can only write calligraphy to remind me where my roots are!" Yang Yeming shook his head with a bitter look on his face. smile.

Being a stranger in a foreign land must be uncomfortable.

Western politicians who talk about human rights all day long have started racial discrimination, and one is worth ten.

Chinese abroad are not even second-class citizens, they can only be regarded as third-class or even lower.

When the country is not strong, they can only report to the group to keep warm.

When the country is strong, their life will be slightly better.

"It will get better in the future! Our roots will become stronger and stronger!" Zhang Junping said with certainty.

The more people he came into contact with and the more things he experienced, Zhang Junping's thinking mode gradually changed.

This may mean that if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world.

To benefit the world does not mean taking out one's own money and distributing it to the people of the world.

It's a change in thinking mode. I used to think about how to make money and how to live my life comfortably.

When he first crossed over, Zhang Junping wanted to collect all the good things in the world, and put all the antiques he saw and heard into his museum space.

Gradually, Zhang Junping felt that this kind of thinking was too narrow, and this was definitely not the meaning of the existence of the Portable Museum.

Perhaps, it is the meaning of the existence of the portable museum to let the traditional crafts that were about to disappear in the long river of history regain their brilliance and gain new life.

"Little friend, I have an unfeeling request. I wonder if I can keep the calligraphy?" Yang Yeming stopped Lao He's movements and looked at Zhang Junping with a smile.

To make friends through literature, it is natural to show off your skills.

Yang Yeming's cursive letter just now showed his calligraphy, and now it's Zhang Junping's turn to show it.

"Okay! Then this junior will show his ugliness!" Zhang Junping was not hypocritical either, just relying on the dozens of regular scripts on the greeting card was not enough to win respect.

Hearing Zhang Junping's words, Lao He quickly spread the rice paper on the Eight Immortals table.

Zhang Junping took a large Langhao brush, which took up enough ink, without licking the brush, and directly raised the brush to paint, letting the ink drip on the rice paper.

Hook and click, move the brush like a knife, and after a while, a towering mountain peak like a cloud appeared on the rice paper.

This is an independent mountain, proud of independence, straight into the sky, with white clouds floating on the mountainside, intertwined with the white snow on the top of the mountain, and the high mountain is hidden.

This is the scene in the painting from Yang Yeming's perspective.

From the perspective of Lao He, it seems that what Zhang Junping painted is a towering tree, with clouds floating halfway up the trunk, and lush branches and leaves looming in the clouds.

However, from Zhang Junping's point of view, what he wrote was one character, a big root character.

After finishing the painting, Zhang Junping changed to a medium-sized Langhao and began to write poems.

The wind and rain in Bayuan are fixed, and the geese are seen frequently in the evening.

Fallen leaves of trees from other lands, people alone in the cold lamp.

White dew drops in the empty garden, and the lonely wall is next to the wild monk.

I have been sent to lie in the suburbs for a long time, when will I send this body?

Presented to Mr. Yang Yeming on the day of Wuchen and the month of Jiwei in the year of Jiwei.

Zhang Junping.

"Good! What a towering and straight mountain, the momentum is compelling.

Xiaoyou's cursive script really makes me ashamed!

The old man learned nothing from Wang Xizhi, but the little friend learned from Dong Qichang but got the essence. "Yang Yeming praised loudly.

After hearing Yang Yeming's words, Lao He was a little surprised: Master, is this vertigo?This painting is clearly a towering tree, why do you say it is a mountain peak?Is there something here that I don't understand?

This should be!

Old He thought to himself, but didn't dare to say anything.

Zhang Junping didn't say anything, just smiled modestly and said: "Mr. Yang is too famous, as the saying goes, Xiao He is also defeated by Xiao He. I'm too similar, and it's not a good thing.

Su Huang Mi Cai, Xing Zhang Mi Dong, I have studied them all, but I just don’t have anything of my own. "

"Haha! Little friend, don't worry, at your age, being able to imitate the calligraphy of senior calligraphers to this extent is already an extraordinary talent.

With the increase of time and experience, one day you will break through the shackles of previous calligraphers and create your own fonts.

At that time, you will be the first calligraphy master in modern history. "Yang Yeming laughed loudly.

"You're too much!" Zhang Junping was just modest.

After exchanging skills, the two sides became more acquainted. Lao He removed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, made tea again, and sat down to talk.

Both of them were knowledgeable people, and they chatted more speculatively. They chatted at Yang Yeming's house for a long time, and they had lunch at Yang Yeming's retainer before leaving.

Zhang Junping was riding a bicycle, leisurely, leisurely driving on the road.

Over there, after sending Zhang Junping away, Yang Yeming said with emotion, it is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead, and one wave is stronger than the other.

"Old He, where is Zhang Xiaoyou's calligraphy and painting just now, let me appreciate it again!" Yang Yeming thought of Zhang Junping's calligraphy and painting just now, and suddenly became interested, and told the housekeeper Lao He.

"Master, I put the calligraphy and painting in the study just now, and I'm going to frame it later." Old He replied with a bow.

"Oh! I'll appreciate it first, and then frame it! Mr. Baishi has successors!

This little friend is young, and his contribution to painting is no less than that of Mr. Baishi. "Yang Yeming said enviously.

After entering the study, Yang Yeming picked up the rolled up calligraphy and painting, and opened them carefully.

"Ah!" Yang Yeming was stunned for a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Put the calligraphy and painting on the table, rubbed his eyes, and opened them again to look.

"This……

Lao He, are you sure it is this calligraphy and painting? "

"Yes, master, there is only this unframed calligraphy and painting in your study." Lao He nodded him affirmatively.

Yang Yeming frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly thought of the legend, put the painting on the desk, and turned to the other side to look at the painting.

The pattern on the paper turned into a towering solitary peak again.

Yang Yeming suppressed the surprise in his heart, and turned in another direction, and the pattern on the painting suddenly turned into a towering tree.

Look at the ridge and the side into the peak!