Mr Gingerbread

Lu Ming received a notice from Dean Sun that he would go out to sketch for a few days starting Thursday, and asked him to prepare.

Lu Ming's work here made Han Qiaoyu want to go all the way unimpeded. There was no reason not to shirk. Lu Ming thought for a while and agreed.

Dean Sun said: "This time, there are a few old gentlemen who accompanied you. Some of them have met you before, and some of them are new members. They are all members of the Artists Association. It can be regarded as an outing together. You and a few young teachers The main responsibility is to take care of these old gentlemen, and follow them out to broaden their horizons..."

Lu Ming agreed, and then asked, "Do you want to prepare any materials for those old gentlemen?"

Dean Sun said: "No need." After thinking for a while, he told him, "You can bring a copy for yourself. The residence you chose this time is not bad. It's on a wooden building in the mountains. The venue is so spacious. You I went to draw two more pictures, and let the old gentlemen comment on them for you."

Lu Ming agreed, and Dean Sun has always taken good care of him, and he didn't want to be too polite with his teacher.Another one, he himself wanted to go out for a walk. Even if he lived in the dormitory, he would look up and look down and see things, and he would think of Han Qiaoyu from time to time. This time it was good to go out with the teacher and the others to relax, so he packed some painting materials and followed.

Lu Ming lay down and fell asleep without drying himself after taking a shower that day. He didn't care much about it, but he got up with a slight cold and always spoke with a nasal sound. It's not too serious, but he was still afraid of infecting others. Those old gentlemen still bought a mask and put it on consciously to isolate themselves as much as possible.

They went there in batches. Dean Sun brought him and a few students to arrive first, and the old gentlemen arrived late in the afternoon.

Some of them were old painters that Dean Sun had brought him to meet, and some of them were not familiar with them, but they were also listed as honorary members of the Artists Association. Obviously, they were also gentlemen who had made great contributions.Dean Sun took them over to introduce them. Lu Ming heard that there were also well-known big entrepreneurs in the city who came this time. Not uncommon.

Dean Sun arranged one-on-one care, so that the students corresponded with the old man, formed a pair, and helped each other.

Dean Sun himself lived with a gentleman named Han Yuda. This Mr. Han used to be a repairman of ancient buildings. Dean Sun was very familiar with him, and he called him every time he was a Han worker.When chatting with him, he was very kind, pointed at Lu Ming and said, "Here, Senior Brother Lu Jincheng's youngest son, I don't know if you still remember Senior Brother Lu, ha ha!"

Han Gong immediately said pleasantly: "Like, like, there is indeed a shadow of Senior Brother Lu when he was young! Oh, it has been so many years, and we worked together on the big project of relocating Yongle Palace. It was really a concerted effort. I still remember Senior Brother Lu. Take someone to copy the murals, I remember how many months you have been here?"

Dean Sun said with emotion: "It's been more than four months. At that time, most of the brothers from the Academy of Fine Arts went. The teachers from the Academy of Chinese Painting took them with them, and some students from the branch also went. I have never seen such a scene again! "

When they talked about the past and saw young people like Lu Ming, they sighed.

Lu Ming knew a little about the relocation of Yongle Palace. His father told him a few times when he was a child, but it was Mr. Lu who proudly mentioned it to him a few times after drinking a few more drinks. Usually he didn't say anything. He only knew that a group of architects and painters worked together to demolish a huge palace and move it to another safe place decades ago.

It has been too many years, and no one mentions it again, and it gradually fades away, and only this group of old gentlemen who have personally experienced it are very kind when they mention it again.

Dean Sun and Han Gong went to the calligraphy and painting room on the second floor, which had already been well-arranged. There was a long table in the middle with a pot of water boiling on it, and various teas and cups were placed on one side, and the other side was higher. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and the tools are complete.

Dean Sun and Han Gong sat down to drink tea together. Lu Ming stood aside and coughed, and said, "Teacher, you talk, I'll go back to my room first."

Dean Sun nodded and said: "Alright, you go back and take your medicine and rest for a while. There is another Mr. Han who hasn't arrived. You wait for him at night. When he comes, you take him around."

Lu Ming nodded in agreement, turned and left.

Seeing him walking away, Han Gong looked away and said with emotion: "It's been decades, I haven't seen Brother Lu, and I don't know how he is now, but seeing his son continue to draw, I feel very comforted. .”

Dean Sun also nodded and said, "That's right. At the beginning, the old dean pointed out that senior brother Lu was taking over. After the senior brother injured his hand, the old dean cried behind his back. He was very sad." He poured a cup of tea for him. Han Gong, the two of them drank slowly and chatted about the past, "But senior brother Lu said when he left the Academy of Fine Arts that he would never regret what he did in Yongle Palace for the rest of his life. He can protect that wall mural. It's worth it."

Han Gong also sighed with emotion.

After Lu Ming returned to his room, he took medicine and fell asleep for a while. When he got up, it was already evening, and the students who came together knocked on the door and called him to eat, and then he woke up.He habitually touched the phone, opened it, and looked at it. He didn't know if it was because the signal was not good in the mountains, or because Han Qiaoyu was too busy to see a call from that familiar name.

Lu Ming was a little uncomfortable, stared at it for a while, then put the phone into his pocket again.

The dinner was well prepared, but he didn't have much interest in tasting the food. He thought he would relax after coming out, but the farther away he was, the more worried he became.The meal was tasteless, and I ate a few mouthfuls of rice indiscriminately to fill my stomach, and went to the lobby to sit and wait for others.

Mr. Han, whom he was paired with, hadn't arrived yet, and Lu Ming was a little bored waiting for him. He took the book and looked at it.During the period, several juniors came to ask him to play cards together. Lu Ming pointed to the mask on his face and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not going, I have a cold."

The juniors didn't try to persuade him much, and a tall boy even ran to pour Lu Ming a cup of hot water, and without waiting for Lu Ming to say anything to him, he blushed and said, "Brother, drink it!" Water" ran away.

Lu Ming waited until after ten o'clock in the evening, and the old Mr. Han finally arrived.

The driver and the butler supported the old man's arm and brought him over, and kept telling him to pay attention to his feet in a low voice. Telling you to do this, do you think I can’t even walk the old way! Let go, or go back and deduct your wages!”

Lu Ming stood up, walked to the door and said, "Is this Mr. Han? I'm from the Academy of Fine Arts. My surname is Lu. You can call me Xiao Lu. Our Dean Sun asked me to pick you up."

Old Mr. Han was already furious from being taken care of. He suddenly saw a student waiting at the door, and said with anger: "Why are you still there? Do you think I am seventy or eighty?"

The housekeeper who came with him whispered to him: "Sir, you will be seventy this year."

Old Han: "..."

Old Han said angrily: "I remember my age, you don't need to tell me!" He pushed away the people around him, straightened his collar and cuffs, and walked into the hall with a walking stick.Lu Ming followed him from the side. He didn't have a big problem with Mr. Han. His father was a few years older than Mr. Han, and he always had this temper when he was old, just like a child.

At this point, all the other old gentlemen had rested, and only some young people's rooms were still lit.

Lu Ming took Mr. Han to his residence. Mr. Han lived in a large suite. After seeing him sitting down in the room, Lu Ming said, "I'll live next door to you. Just call me if you need something."

Mr. Han waved them all out, and the butler wanted to stay but was driven away.

Dean Sun got up early in the morning and walked to the dining room next door to have breakfast by himself. He was about to visit other old friends when he just turned a corner when he saw Mr. Han and Lu Ming sitting there arguing in the small garden.

Lu Ming still had a cold, and he was still wearing that mask, which covered most of his face. Originally, he woke up early in the morning and wanted to find a place to write and practice handwriting, but Mr. Han saw it and sat beside him. Xia insisted on instructing others, and the two of them would not let the other, and stood up without a few words.

When Dean Sun got closer, he heard them still arguing quietly.

Mr. Han: "...No, you have to raise your wrist, you have to be careful with any pen you use!"

Lu Ming: "I'm coming to Su Dongpo's post. He was originally from the Jin and Tang Dynasties. He writes with three fingers slanted, and he writes well when he writes at a fixed point. Why do you ask me to lift it up?"

Mr. Han argued: "When you come to the Song Dynasty, you should use the Song method. I always pay attention to the ancient method! Double hooks hanging on the wrists, unintentionally scattered, these five fingers use the pen to be magnificent!"

Lu Ming said lazily with a nasal voice: "I don't."

Mr. Han choked on his words. None of the three sons in his family dared to talk to him like that. He glanced at the male student from the Academy of Fine Arts, tapped the ground twice with his walking stick and asked him, "Do you know what I mean?" Who is it!"

Lu Ming put on a mask and bowed his head while writing, and said while writing: "My teacher's friend, but this is the first time I have met you like this. Your own writing is not as good as mine, so you have to guide me."

Old Han was so angry that he almost jumped up, and said with a blushing face, "What's wrong with my writing, please carefully read the word I wrote for you, I did it as a demonstration..." He tapped the paper with his finger , Seeing that there was something wrong with that character, the old man blushed, and immediately said: "There is something wrong with your pen. What kind of writing brush is this? The nib is hard. What kind of good characters can you write with this kind of rags? Hurry up." Throw it away, I will find you some good pens later, our family has a lot of good pens!"

Lu Ming: "..."

Lu Ming felt that these words sounded inexplicably familiar, and the tone made his teeth itch.