Zhou Bingkun looked at the cover of the drawing and was a little curious.

Old Man in the Mountain? He said he had never heard of this person.

No longer thinking about who this was, he looked at the words on the cover.

He can be regarded as half an art idiot, and he has no artistic bacteria on his body in his past and present life.

Although he didn't understand the appreciation very well, he still felt that these six words were well written, at least they looked beautiful.

As for how people who know the profession will evaluate it, it is not his business. Anyway, he is only responsible for helping save it.

He doesn't care whether there is any artistic value, collection value, and research value.

He was just helping a poor old man to preserve a drawing left by his master.

When you open the album, the first page is a shrimp painted ink.

This picture looks very simple, with a shrimp in the center of the picture.

This ink shrimp doesn't look complicated, and there are only a few strokes in total.

However, although the brushstrokes are simple, the effect of drawing is not ordinary.

This ink shrimp has a charm and looks like a simple and simple feeling.

Even if he doesn't understand art very much, Zhou Bingkun can be sure that the author of this painting must be a great man.

Ink, simple strokes, shrimps...

He had a guess in his mind.

Looking at the calligraphy left in the corner of this painting, he felt joy in his heart.

"Old Qi".

The author of the drawing is surnamed Qi!

He immediately continued to flip down, trying to find more conclusive evidence to confirm his guess.

After flipping through two pictures of flowers and birds without any signs, he found the next picture with signs.

"Old man from the mountain"

Unsure yet, he continued to search behind, and finally, he flipped through a picture of flowers and birds freehand.

At the corner of this picture, there are five characters clearly written:

"Old man Qi Baishi".

It turned out to be him!

Zhou Bingkun was excited, Qi Baishi! This draft was actually left by Mr. Qi Baishi.

Even though he is half an illiterate art, even if he knows nothing about art history, even...

No need to worry, he just knew that Mr. Qi was a top master of modern Chinese painting.

For a moment, he felt that the draft in his hand seemed to be a little heavier out of thin air.

This is no longer an ordinary draft. The three words Qi Baishi have added a bit of historical weight to this draft.

He did not dare to look through the paintings behind him, for fear that his clumsy hands would destroy the precious treasures left by his ancestors.

After closing the album, he gently stroked the cover of the album with his hands and made up his mind secretly.

He will preserve the inheritance of this culture well and contribute it when the right opportunity is right.

At this time, he also guessed the identity of the old man at that time.

That should be a disciple of Mr. Qi, and the original works of the old man were probably included in the scroll he handed over to the museum at that time.

Zhou Bingkun didn't feel regretful. He knew that the museum would take it seriously and preserve the old man's paintings well.

But if you hand over this handbook of the writing style in your hands, it may not be taken seriously.

Maybe it will be stored at will and will be lost someday.

Fortunately, I encountered this incident and could help preserve this precious draft.

In his opinion, this is not just a drawing that the old man abandoned.

This also contains the old man's ideas and processes for his pursuit of art.

This is a heritage of cultural context.

I believe that it is precisely because of this that Mr. Qi left it to his apprentice.

I put the drawings in the space and put them together with the previous old books.

After calming down his emotions, Zhou Bingkun took out the knife he used to sharpen his pencils, took out a piece of firewood, and planned to make a food trough for Fei Jiu.

At this moment, he heard the sound of someone entering the house.

I put down my work and came to the main hall. I saw my mother just entering the house.

"Bingkun, you're back. Mom will cook later, ah.

Have you submitted your registration form? When will you set off?

Yesterday, there was still some dumpling stuffing left, so I will eat dumplings tonight.

Where is your sister? Haven't come back yet? This damn girl."

It can be heard that Li Suhua is in a good mood, and a series of words are like a machine gun.

Seeing this, Zhou Bingkun felt a little nervous.

He knew that his mother's psychological quality was not good, she was too timid and could not withstand the situation.

Before telling her, he had to make some preparations first, so before he talked about it, he gave a vaccination first:

"Mom, don't be anxious first, keep calm and wait until I tell you slowly, Zhou Rong, something happened..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Suhua's anxious voice:

"What? Something happened to your sister? What happened to her? What happened to her? What happened? What happened?

You dead child, your sister has something wrong. Why are you still staying at home? Is she in the hospital? Take me there quickly."

As he said that, Li Suhua held his hand and was about to walk out.

When Zhou Bingkun saw that if he continued to do this, his mother would have to die of rushing.

I had to give up the idea of ​​slowly speaking and said it straightforwardly:

"Zhou Rong secretly went to the lineup, but it was still far away, and she didn't say where it was. Isn't this? This is the letter she left behind."

As he said that, he picked up the letter from the table and shook it at his mother.

When Li Suhua heard this, she immediately became anxious and pushed Zhou Bingkun with her hand and urged her:

"You are dead child, don't you take it out earlier if you believe me? Are you going to be anxious to death?

I don’t recognize words, so you should read it to me quickly. What is the letter written in it? You read it."

Zhou Bingkun took the letter and started reading it to his mother.

After reading it, Li Suhua still couldn't believe it.

She couldn't understand why Zhou Rong did this, and she had already decided to let Zhou Bingkun go to the Corps and let Zhou Rong stay at home.

How could Zhou Rong run away without saying a word?

He didn't even explain a word, just said that Cai Xiaoguang would come over to explain.

"Why is Cai Xiaoguang again? How could he do this?" Li Suhua muttered:

"He is the one who cheated us on, and he is helping Zhou Rong go to the countryside secretly. Can't he do something good?"

Zhou Bingkun was already quite dissatisfied with Zhou Rong. After listening to his mother's words, he replied angrily:

"Can that be his problem? You don't know him.

Over the past few years, have you seen him say half of the word "No" to Zhou Rong?"

Li Suhua didn't know these things, but it was difficult for a moment to accept such a big change.

She just wanted to find someone to vent her emotions.

It was just that her son's words expose her self-deception, which made her really hard to accept.

With her emotions out of control, her eyes wide open, she looked ahead in a daze, her mouth slightly opened, and she let out an unconscious moan.
Chapter completed!