Reborn 1980, I amaze the world by picking up scraps

The picture of Fuguichuan Residence was painted by a great Taoist in the Yuan Dynasty. The scroll is more than seven meters long, with mountains, rivers and figures on it. The brushwork is delicate and the picture is vivid.

It can be compared with another famous painting, "The River During the Qingming Festival".

After being burned into two pieces, Wu Yongjuan was still five meters long.

According to rumors, this painting is a bad thing, and anyone who has collected the painting of Fuguichuan Residence will end up badly.

The painting of Fuguichuan Residence is now in the collection of the Xiangjiang Museum. The curator personally found someone through his connections and begged the conference team.

“After the Fuguichuan Jutu was burned, it was repaired at that time, and it was immediately changed hands after repairs.

We have been using scientific methods to preserve this painting. Unexpectedly, the painting has peeled off to varying degrees recently. There may be a problem with the repair materials.

Now that the picture scroll has become like this, it is really sad. "

The director of the museum looked like he was about to cry, and took action himself, unrolling the scroll with his assistant.

Just as advertised in the materials, the painting of Fuguichuanju is very beautiful, with broad and smooth landscape lines and delicate and vivid characters.

The artist used a clever technique to combine the two to form a long scroll of life in the era. When you first look at this scroll, you feel as if you are immersed in the scene and can talk to the people in the painting at any time.

However, for such a beautiful painting, there are spots of discoloration on the screen, and scorch marks are visible on the edges of the discoloration.

It's like a girl with a peerless appearance whose face is full of flaws, which is intolerable.

The team leader looked surprised, "How could this happen? It was repaired well, why did it fade?"

Yuanni couldn't understand either.

Mr. Lu only glanced at it and sighed, "The person who repaired this painting was one of my ancestors.

The ancestors left a message in the family instructions that the painting of Fuguichuan Residence was burned by fire, and they were repaired with wood pulp. After it was completely dry, they were repaired with ingenious techniques.

However, the wood pulp has not been pressed, and the texture is different from that of rice paper. The two cannot be integrated into one, and the added color will fall off sooner or later. "

Everyone never expected that Mr. Lu would have known about it for a long time.

The curator of the museum looked surprised, "I once heard rumors from unofficial historians that the person who repainted the painting was named Lu. I didn't expect that he was your ancestor.

Did your ancestors ever mention what to do after the wood pulp falls off? "

"I mentioned that my ancestor left a legacy before his death, saying that throughout his life, he finally came up with a good way to repair it, so that future generations can use this method to repair it once they encounter Fuguichuan Jutu."

"That's great. You've come to the right place. I entrust you with this painting." The museum curator said with an eager look.

A painting with an ill-fated fate, after 400 years, it went round and round and met the Lu family again. This is really a destined fate.

Mr. Lu nodded and said to Yuanni, "Take the scroll."

The useless scrolls were too valuable. The curator said that during the painting repair period, he lived across from the studio and you could contact him at any time if you have any questions.

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "We have food and accommodation in the studio. You just need to deliver food on time."

"Mr. Lu, don't you have another apprentice? Why hasn't she arrived?"

Everyone looked at Yuanni. Yuanni only knew that Li Fengxia answered a phone call in the morning and ran out.

"She has something to do. Come over as soon as it's settled." In front of outsiders, Yuan Ni could only speak vaguely.

Mr. Lu just paid it off. He was an open-minded old man and very tolerant of his apprentices.

But the team leader was very unhappy. Although he repeatedly emphasized that the task was important, why did Li Fengxia still have diarrhea at a critical moment?

At this moment, Li Fengxia finally arrived. Her face was covered with sweat and she was carrying a black travel bag. "I'm sorry, I'm late."

The team leader glared at Li Fengxia fiercely.

The curator of the museum thought she was bringing a change of clothes and didn't take it seriously. "Mr. Lu, since your students are here, let's start the restoration work?"

Mr. Lu nodded.

People from the museum began to move various restoration materials.

Li Fengxia's head was covered with sweat and her eyes were still red. She bit her lip and her hands were trembling. After much hesitation, she carried her travel bag into the studio.

Nowadays, the temperature in Xiangjiang is suitable, neither cold nor hot. Why do you sweat so much?

Yuan Ni was thoughtful and glanced at the travel bag Li Fengxia was carrying.

She and Li Fengxia lived and ate together, and it was clear that the other party did not have such a guarantee.

There was no place to buy it so early in the morning. Could it be that Mr. Zhang gave it to Li Fengxia?

What's in the travel bag?

Yuanni was filled with doubts.

When the materials were ready, the curator asked again, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your hard work."

After all the people from the client had withdrawn, Mr. Lu asked Yuan Ni to close the door. "Restoring this painting is no small matter. I have to use my housekeeping skills, and I can't let outsiders steal it."

Li Fengxia's body trembled, "What are your special skills? Aren't they the ones we have learned?"

"It's not those, it's a new method thought up by our ancestors.

The original repair technique was to use wood pulp to repair the burnt holes, and then add color.

As you can see, the wood pulp and rice paper cannot be integrated into one, and they fall off over time.

My ancestors could not overcome this obstacle and spent their whole lives thinking about new ways.

Later, he finally figured out a good way, and he recorded this method in his family training.

Yuanni, bring me my bag. There is a notebook inside, and the Lu family motto is written on it. " Mr. Lu was very excited.

Yuan Ni nodded, asked to find out if everything was in the lounge, and then rummaged through it as Mr. Lu said.

Mr. Lu was old and didn't remember clearly. The notebook was not in his bag, but put in his coat pocket. It took Yuanni a lot of effort to find this key notebook.

She took the notebook and handed it to Mr. Lu with both hands.

Mr. Lu nodded, "Sit down, both of you, and listen to me read. Sharpening the knife will keep you from chopping wood. You study first, and then you can do it after you have a clear idea."

This is about teaching skills to the two of them.

Yuan Ni and Li Fengxia knew very well that what Mr. Lu wanted to teach them was very important. They had only learned a little bit before, but they were already making a lot of money.

If you can learn the unique skills passed down from the Lu family, you can be successful in the restoration world.

Yuanni immediately sat upright, filled with excitement.

Li Fengxia frowned, with a tangled look on her face. She held her hands tightly, and her nails were dug into her flesh without even realizing it.

Mr. Lu put on his reading glasses, picked up his notebook, and spoke slowly,

"Yuan Ni, Feng Xia, I thought I would never have a disciple again in this life, but I didn't expect to meet you two good children in my dying years.

To tell you the truth, I have a terminal illness and I am afraid that I don’t have much time left. What I want to tell you today is a master of repair technology.

If you can't remember it today, you won't be able to learn it in this life. You guys, please listen carefully and then help me fix this painting..."

Hearing this, Li Fengxia burst into tears. She trembled all over and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing as if pounding garlic.

"Master, I'm sorry for you. I didn't know you were sick. I'm not a human being."