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Whenever Shu Qingmo's figure appeared on the live broadcast screen, the number of people in the live broadcast room would occasionally rise to 30 to [-] people.

Three days later, Shu Qingmo had already removed the old frame of "The Picture of a Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun", and cut out more than a dozen pieces of pure-color silk cloth of different sizes from the old painting Wu Yunmo gave him to match the broken pieces. Hole.

The holes in silk painting hearts are more difficult to deal with than paper painting hearts. When choosing materials, not only the color and texture should be paid attention to, but also the warp and weft, density, double-filament monofilament, thick and thin filaments of the silk.

After selecting the supplementary material, the original painting should be "scratched" to scrape out a slope of about 1 mm in length at the hole, which is used to stick the supplementary material, so that the supplementary material and the painting center can be integrated into one.

This step was extremely labor-intensive, Shu Qingmo hardly heard anything outside the window, and stayed in the studio all day, all his thoughts were spent on how to make the hole look more natural.

When he finally patched the last hole and was planning to relax while the paste was still wet, an unexpected guest came to the house.

"Shu Shu, can I go in?"

After not seeing her for a while, Ye Xiaoxuan's demeanor changed a lot.The flat bangs were combed to the sides, the floral skirt she often wore turned into a sleeveless ice silk shirt and khaki overalls, and the open-toed sandals became pointed-toed flat heels, exuding an intellectual OL atmosphere from top to bottom.

"come in."

Shu Qingmo's mood towards Ye Xiaoxuan was a bit complicated, but she didn't want to chase away customers behind closed doors.He brought Ye Xiaoxuan into the living room, bought her a cup of herbal tea, and asked, "How are you recently?"

In fact, judging from Ye Xiaoxuan's circle of friends, she should be doing well.But now that both of them need to go down the stairs, Shu Qingmo doesn't mind looking for something to talk about.

"It's okay." Ye Xiaoxuan held the cup and said, "I changed to another internship company, and now I'm doing administration."

Previously, Ye Xiaoxuan's internship job was publicity and planning. Shu Qingmo didn't know why the video incident made her even change her internship job. He guessed that she wanted to bid farewell to the past and start all over again.

"You can put the bag down." Shu Qingmo noticed that Ye Xiaoxuan's small messenger bag was still hanging on her shoulder, and she was sitting a little cautiously, so she reminded her.

"It's okay." Ye Xiaoxuan smiled, and put the small bag on her lap, "It's not heavy."

Shu Qingmo had never seen Ye Xiaoxuan carry this small messenger bag, it was still her favorite gui, but Shu Qingmo couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"Talk about Shu Shu." Ye Xiaoxuan suddenly looked at Shu Qingmo seriously and said, "I heard...so you are the third young master of the Shu family."

Shu Qingmo stopped drinking tea.What Ye Xiaoxuan said surprised him a bit, but after thinking about it carefully, it was no secret that he had framed the painting for the Shu family, and it was not surprising that Ye Xiaoxuan would hear about it.

He put down the teacup slowly and said, "It's not the young master, it's an outsider."

Ye Xiaoxuan should have sensed that his tone was a bit cold, and she joked, "You said before that if I can't get married, you can marry me. Do you still count on it now?"

Shu Qingmo really didn't want to bring up the topic of marrying into a wealthy family from Ye Xiaoxuan's mouth. Although he knew that Ye Xiaoxuan wanted to ease the atmosphere, he still said sternly, "Xiaoxuan, you know I'm not interested in girls."

"Yes." Ye Xiaoxuan lowered her head, looking lonely at the teacup in her hand, "I know you were all comforting me at that time."

The "you" in her mouth naturally refers to Shu Qingmo and Luo Zihang.

"By the way," Ye Xiaoxuan quickly raised her head and put on a cheerful expression, "I heard that you are mounting a painting for the Shu family, so do you still know Chinese painting?"

"Understand a little." Shu Qingmo said.He never told Ye Xiaoxuan about his childhood, only Luo Zihang knew about it.

"Do you have to be able to paint to mount a picture?" Ye Xiaoxuan said, "Are you painting Chinese painting while you are painting oil painting?"

Shu Qingmo nodded: "I have been painting since I was a child, and I prefer Chinese painting."

"Are you still human?" Ye Xiaoxuan shook her head in admiration, "No wonder you always read books on traditional Chinese painting."

Shu Qingmo didn't answer, and took a sip of herbal tea.

"Then do you usually paint Chinese paintings in that room?" Ye Xiaoxuan turned her head to look in the direction of the studio, "I was surprised when I saw a locked room over there last time. It turned out to be the studio."

"The light over there is better." Shu Qingmo said.

"Can I go in and have a look?" Ye Xiaoxuan asked, "I'm curious about what kind of Chinese paintings you draw."

It is impossible for Shu Qingmo to let others into his studio.

Although a non-stop live broadcast was going on in his studio, the camera on the workbench was only looking at the picture of "Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun", and no other location appeared in the picture.

Luo Zihang, who grew up with Shu Qingmo, also failed to enter this room, because this was Shu Qingmo's secret base, a world that belonged to him alone.

Sometimes Shu Qingmo would draw some simple lines on a whim to practice, such as his mother's smile, such as the old street at the side entrance of the Academy of Fine Arts, or Yan Zonglang touching Alpha.

He didn't want others to see his thoughts at a certain moment, so no matter what, he would not let Ye Xiaoxuan enter his studio.

"Let me show you." Shu Qingmo said.

His traditional Chinese painting is not a state secret, and it is unreasonable to deliberately hide it.

"Okay." Ye Xiaoxuan said.

The lock of the studio was originally an old-style padlock. Not long ago, Shu Qingmo lost the last key. At that time, he had some spare money, so he replaced it with a smart combination lock worth several hundred yuan.

The password is very simple, it is his birthday.

After the studio door opened, Shu Qingmo wanted to close the door, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a push from his hand, and the next moment, the door handle slipped from his hand, and the studio door was followed behind him. Ye Xiaoxuan was pushed away.

"Wow, you're amazing." Ye Xiaoxuan looked around the studio casually, and then her eyes fell on the working stage, "Is this the painting "Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun"?"

Shu Qingmo looked at Ye Xiaoxuan in astonishment, and many thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

Where did Ye Xiaoxuan hear that he was the third young master of the Shu family?

She had already left school, and it was impossible to know from the gossip of her roommates.Or she still keeps those messy friend groups, where they chat about things in the art circle, and she learned about it through the screen.

But how did she know "The Picture of a Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun"?

Even Luo Zihang didn't know the specific name of this painting, and Shu Qingmo only found out after reading the inscription. How could Ye Xiaoxuan, an outsider, know so clearly?

Shu Qingmo frowned immediately, and said to Ye Xiaoxuan, "Get out for me."

However, Ye Xiaoxuan didn't turn around, she quickly opened the small messenger bag that she had been carrying all along, and took out a palm-sized plastic bottle from it.

Shu Qingmo was all too familiar with the label on that plastic bottle. He had quick eyesight and quick hands, and the moment Ye Xiaoxuan unscrewed the bottle cap, he took her hand aside.

In the next second, a line of mottled ink suddenly appeared on a hand-painted painting on the wall, and the plastic bottle fell to the ground with a clatter, and the remaining ink stained the old-fashioned floor tiles.

Shu Qingmo looked at the mess in front of him in disbelief, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.It's splashing ink again, and it's such a dirty trick.

Ye Xiaoxuan saw that the splashing of ink was unsuccessful, so she immediately shifted her gaze to the basin of clear water next to "Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun".

That basin of clear water is an essential thing for framing, and there are special tools such as pad pens and brown brushes soaked in it.

Shu Qingmo realized that Ye Xiaoxuan hadn't given up yet, and he murmured in his heart that something was wrong, and quickly grabbed Ye Xiaoxuan's wrist to stop him: "Ye Xiaoxuan!"

This time Ye Xiaoxuan tried her best, she broke away from Shu Qingmo's hand, pushed him aside, and flipped over the water basin on the workbench regardless.

The water in the basin was poured all over the newly repaired painting heart, and all kinds of mounting utensils were scattered everywhere.

"Ah, what a pity." Ye Xiaoxuan looked at the messy countertop calmly and said, "The painting is wet, what should I do?"

Shu Qingmo was so angry that he was trembling all over. He didn't know how Ye Xiaoxuan became such a stranger. He forced himself to calm down, looked at Ye Xiaoxuan coldly and said, "Shu Yichen bought your bag for you, right?"

Ye Xiaoxuan glanced at the direction of the camera, raised her chin slightly and said, "What do you mean? I bought it with my own money."

Shu Qingmo looked at the messy workbench with complicated emotions, grabbed Ye Xiaoxuan's arm and pushed her out of the studio without saying a word.

The studio door slammed shut behind him, and the smart combination lock locked automatically.

After hearing the sound of locking the door, Shu Qingmo looked at Ye Xiaoxuan who was arranging her hair, and asked expressionlessly, "You haven't watched my live broadcast, have you?"

Ye Xiaoxuan stopped her movements, and she was still pretending: "What live broadcast?"

"If you have seen it," Shu Qingmo said, "you will know that washing the painting is the first step in uncovering the frame."

To restore an old painting, it is necessary to remove the old mounting on the painting, leaving only the heart of the painting.And exposing the old mounting is nothing more than washing the painting repeatedly with clean water to soften the paste behind the heart of the painting, so as to peel off the backing paper of the old mounting bit by bit.

In ancient times, pure natural mineral pigments were used for painting. This kind of pigment will not smudge when exposed to water, so it can be washed with clean water.

In other words, clear water will not have any effect on the painting.

Shu Qingmo washed the paintings for three days, if Ye Xiaoxuan had watched his live broadcast, she would not have done such a stupid thing.

"What are you talking about?" Ye Xiaoxuan faintly sensed that something was wrong, "What washing painting?"

"That basin of clear water," Shu Qingmo said coldly to Ye Xiaoxuan, "was originally used to moisten the painting's heart. Do you think that if you splash it, it will destroy the painting?"

Ye Xiaoxuan's expression froze instantly.Looking back, her complacency just now was like a joke, extremely stupid.

However, Shu Qingmo didn't immediately expose her stupidity with anger, instead, she held her breath and waited until the studio door was closed before slowly revealing that she had done useless work.

The level of temperament between the two people is obvious.

Just like everything in the past four years, Ye Xiaoxuan was always inferior to Shu Qingmo.

Her expression became ferocious, she wanted to push Shu Qingmo away and rush to the studio door to try the password, but Shu Qingmo stopped her and pushed her onto the armrest of the sofa.

"Ye Xiaoxuan, don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

Although Shu Qingmo's usual exercise is limited to climbing stairs, he is a boy after all, and his strength is still much stronger than Ye Xiaoxuan's.

Ye Xiaoxuan realized that she couldn't get closer to the studio, so she angrily picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at Shu Qingmo. Shu Qingmo subconsciously raised her hands to block it, but immediately felt a sharp pain in the palm of her right hand.

"How dare you talk about me! Your family is so rich and you never told me! You never regarded me as a friend at all!"

Shu Qingmo didn't know what thoughts Shu Yichen had instilled in Ye Xiaoxuan, and Ye Xiaoxuan took the pillow and hit him hard a few times, his left hand was covering his right hand, the pain never eased, and he couldn't get distracted to fight back.

But at this moment, there was a crazy knock on the door, accompanied by Luo Zihang's roar: "Ye Xiaoxuan, get out!"

Ye Xiaoxuan's movements immediately stopped in place, with a look of panic on her face.

Luo Zihang will always be a scar in Ye Xiaoxuan's heart, always able to poke the switch of her emotions.

She threw down the pillow in a panic and rushed out from the door.The door panel of the gate slammed onto Luo Zihang's body, causing him to fall to the wall of the corridor, yelling cursingly, "Don't fucking let me see you again!"

On the other side, Shu Qingmo's right hand still hurts.At the same time Ye Xiaoxuan threw down the pillow and turned to leave, the cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated untimely.

Enduring the pain in his right hand, he took out his mobile phone with his left hand and looked at it, only to find that the person calling was actually Yan Zonglang.He pressed the answer button, only to hear a voice speaking twice as fast as usual coming from the other end of the phone: "Little master, are you okay?"

"Mr. Yan, you..." Shu Qingmo was taken aback, "Are you also watching my live broadcast?"

The relevant knowledge about mounting in this article is compiled from the book "Decoration Records"