Medicine Dao Wanhua

The morning sun shines into the room through the curtains and windows. In the morning light, the fine dust seems to have life, spinning and dancing, which is wonderful and incredible.

In the morning light, a slender figure was sitting in front of the window, lowering his head and writing something intently. The golden sunlight made this ordinary scene illusory, warm but unreal.

When he woke up in the morning and saw such a pleasing scene, Song Dongxu felt that he was extremely lucky.

"Are you awake?" Sensing his gaze, Fang Chen raised his head and nodded slightly, "The waiter here brought breakfast, and I put it next to your bed. If you're hungry, get up and eat some."

Song Dongxu glanced at the breakfast on the bedside table behind him, simple buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk. After seeing the food, he realized that he was really hungry.

After entering the bathroom, he quickly tidied himself up. With fried dough sticks in his mouth and buns in his hands, Song Dongxu sat down on the chair opposite Fang Chen and watched what he was doing.

Fang Chen was drawing a picture. He hadn't drawn for a long time, but today he really wanted to draw one, so there was this scene.

"You draw really well." Song Dongxu couldn't help sighing even though he didn't know how to draw.

On the rice paper, there are only a few strokes outlined in ink. An elegant elder stands on the tower facing the wind, with his clothes fluttering, he seems to be able to feel the flow of the wind, even the fierce momentum between his eyebrows It was also depicted very vividly, just one glance, the aura of a strong man overwhelmingly overwhelmed him, and he felt that he was too small to be seen by this person.

"It's your adoptive father?" Song Dongxu quickly guessed.

"En." Fang Chen responded, and continued to describe the bricks and tiles of the Zhaixing Building. These have been engraved in his heart, and will not fade no matter how long it takes.

Fang Chen seldom talked about his adoptive father, and Song Dongxu didn't know much about it, and he wouldn't ask him about his sad things unwisely. All along, he only cared about Fang Chen, but now that he saw Fang Chen's paintings, It's a pity that I can't meet this person, and I don't know what kind of amazing talent can teach such an outstanding Fang Chen. When they met that year, Fang Chen was only a six-year-old child, and he was already so powerful. If this is taught for a few more years, I don't know what it will become.

After drawing the last stroke, Fang Chen took the pen, carefully looked at the newly completed painting, and sighed slightly: "I haven't drawn for a long time, but I feel a lot rusty."

"This is considered unfamiliar? Then how do you want other people to live? I have seen a few paintings in my dad's study, but they may not be better than yours."

Fang Chen looked at him amusedly, "Do you know how to paint?" They had known each other for three years, but Fang Chen never saw him draw anything.

"I don't understand, but I think your painting is good." Song Dongxu said directly, and then looked at the painting that was not completely dry, "Xiaochen, draw me a picture, I want to take it back for collection."

Fang Chen was in the right mood, and originally planned to write a few more strokes, but after hearing his request, he agreed, "Okay, what do you want to draw?"

Seeing that he agreed, Song Dongxu immediately began to think about what to draw, and soon had an answer: "How about just drawing the two of us?" Since there is no camera for a group photo, then a "combined painting" is also fine.

This request is not difficult. Fang Chen changed the blank paper again, pondered for a moment, and as if with divine help, he quickly outlined each other's appearance on the paper. They were all holding books, the older one was opening his mouth to say something, while the younger one turned his head slightly, as if listening to him, with a faint smile on his mouth.

"It's where we practice." Song Dongxu quickly recognized the background, and he also remembered what happened in the painting. At that time, he specially brought a book of jokes for Fang Chen to read, but Fang Chen was not interested in it, so he just bowed his head Looking at the medical book he borrowed in his hand, Song Dongxu read it loudly on purpose, making Fang Chen laugh when he heard it, and then he was willing to read the joke book.

When Fang Chen finished painting, Song Dongxu liked the newly released painting very much, and looked at it like a baby, "Xiaochen, let's frame it? This way I won't be afraid of getting crumpled when I take it home."

Fang Chen was in a good mood seeing him treasure his paintings so much, so he nodded and agreed: "So I was thinking about taking you somewhere today. Since we want to frame it, let's go to Zhenbao Street. I heard that the area around There are quite a few shops selling calligraphy and painting.”

"Then let's go there." Song Dongxu naturally followed what Fang Chen said.

The two packed up the things they brought, and went downstairs to check out the room. Song Dongxu will return to Decheng in the afternoon, and he will not live in this place again.

Coming out of the hotel, Fang Chen took Song Dongxu to Zhenbao Street.

Zhenbao Street was not called Zhenbao Street at first, because most of them are flower and bird antique shops, and there are many treasures. There are often lucky guys who can find some good things. After a long time, everyone called it Zhenbao Street.

This Zhenbao Street is quite far away from the No. [-] Middle School. There is a long distance between the east and the west. The two of them were not in a hurry, so they chose to walk. It would also allow Song Dongxu to see the scenery of Yu County and know the way by the way.

Wandering on the road for almost two hours, shopping and buying snacks, they delayed a lot of time before reaching the ground, and the sun was already high at this time.But at this time, the sun was bright, and few people could be seen on the street.

It was the first time for both of them to come here, so naturally they didn't know which shop was good, so they just chose a nearby one that looked good, and walked in.

This store is not large in scale. The forty-square-foot store is filled with all kinds of scrolls. It looks like they are all works of famous artists, but Fang Chen knows that there are no genuine products here, and the owner of the store knows it too. So the price of these calligraphy and paintings is not high.

There was only one middle-aged man in a Tang suit in the store, who seemed to be the boss here.

"Boss, are you here to help with the frame?" Song Dongxu carefully held the painting that Fang Chen specially drew for him, because he didn't dare to fold it for fear of getting it crumpled, and just rolled it up and held it.

"Of course, we not only help with framing, but also help sell calligraphy and paintings." The boss didn't look down on the two children who were the customers when he saw the business, so he responded kindly and cleared the things on the table. Ask them to put the painting down.

"I have to leave Yu County this afternoon, how soon can it be finished?" Song Dongxu didn't go around with him, and put the painting on the table lightly.

"The fastest way is to frame it with a machine, and it can be finished in less than an hour." The boss was shocked when he saw the painting he opened. It is best to mount the paintings by hand, work slowly and meticulously, and take ten days and a half months to do this carefully, which is easy for long-term preservation and later unmounting and restoration.”

"Ten days and half a month is too long." Song Dongxu frowned. He had to take it with him, how could he take his time?But what the boss said made him hesitate again, he naturally wanted to keep Fang Chen's paintings well.

"It's a bit long, but this painting is worth it. There are quite a few people consigning paintings in my shop, but none of them are of the level of your painting. From my expert's point of view, this If you keep the words well, you will be guaranteed a promotion in the future." The boss patted his chest, as if he had heard him right.

Fang Chendao wanted to laugh, this boss is also interesting, the handmade frame is good, but the price is probably not low, otherwise would he be so enthusiastic about recommending it?

"Xiaochen, what do you think?" Song Dongxu couldn't make up his mind, so he naturally asked the painter.

"It's not a big deal to wait for a week or two. If you don't have time to come, I'll send it to you next time."

Hearing what he said, Song Dongxu rolled his eyes and had an idea: "Boss, if it is hand-mounted, can it be done on the National Day next month?"

The boss made the calculations: "It's only four or five days away from the National Day, if you catch up, you can still catch up."

"It doesn't have to be done on the eleventh. It will take two or three days to come back after the National Day holiday."

"Then it's even better, I'm sure it will be clean and beautiful for you, without any mistakes." The boss said.

"Then let's put it this way, should the money be paid now or ready?"

"Pay the deposit first, and then pay the rest when you come to pick up the painting later."

Song Dongxu looked at Fang Chen, he had no money on him, so he had to ask Fang Chen to pay.

Fang Chen paid the deposit, the boss issued a receipt, and agreed on a time.

After receiving the receipt, the two left the store, ready to stroll around the street to see if they could find something they liked.

When they were going out, they happened to meet a customer who entered the store. The man looked at their leaving back and said to the store owner in surprise: "Old Wang, your business in this store is good. Here come the little guests."

"They're not here to buy paintings, they're here to frame them. Take a look, it's this one." The boss spread out the words that were going to be put away, so that people who come here can see clearly: "How about it, how about this painting?"

"Good painting, good painting!" The visitor was amazed, "The painting is so vivid, who painted it? Why doesn't it look like the handwriting of some master, could it be a rookie in the painting world?"

"Who knows, I don't ask much about the guests."

"Then if you meet someone next time, you have to ask for me. You know that I like this one. It would be great if I could get a painting. If not, it would be a blessing to meet the artist. .”

"Then I'll ask you when they come to pick up the painting later." Boss Wang put away the painting with a smile, but decided in his heart that he had to frame it himself, and he must make it beautiful.

On the corner of the rolled rice paper, the freehand flower-shaped pattern is lifelike, silently telling its origin.