"Yes, yes, my father is Guo Nanshan, and I have been a guest in your house."
Cao Yong seems to be in his thirties, but Guo Le respects him very much.
"Oh, yes, why didn't you speak here just now?"
Guo Le can say that he squats on the side to watch you scold. If he says so, he may not be able to get out alive.
"Mr. Cao, I thought you were discussing national affairs. How dare I disturb you, or I will be the sinner of the country."
"You son, you dare to make jokes like this here. If your father comes here, he will be in a good position."
This teacher Cao seems to know Guo Nanshan, but it is not surprising that both of them are in cultural circles and have positions in the government. It is normal to drink tea together often.
Chen Xiao came over and said, "Teacher Cao, I think this Song City is really good, but it is not easy to expand. It is better to cut off the repressive content and use it as a genre painting directly."
Genre painting is also a kind of painting, which mainly describes the customs of social life.
"Chen Xiao..."
Guo Le began to wink at Chen Xiao crazily.
Of course he knows what Chen Xiao does.
The writer also published a book with his father, which is regarded as a writer.
But you are involved in people's painting!
You know something!
Chen Xiao looked at Guo Le and said happily, "What are you doing, having a stroke?"
Guo Le: "You are the ghost of me!!"
He decided to let Chen Xiao die. Anyway, he has tried his best. However, Chen Xiao can't understand people's words. What can he do.
When his father came out, Chen Xiao estimated that he would also be expelled from the exchange meeting. It was no wonder that what he said truthfully was not his fault.
Cao Yongzi looked at Guo Le. For Guo Le's sake, he decided to listen to what the young man could say.
"Tell me how to use genre painting to show it?"
"We ignore the city wall directly, and then restore the prosperity of Tokyo in the Song Dynasty directly, so that we can directly make a picture scroll as long as we want, or even as long as ten meters."
Cao Yong thought for a while, but did not speak, thinking about the feasibility.
"If it is an ordinary day, the characteristics of Tokyo City are not clear enough. We can also directly choose a special festival, such as Qingming Festival, and then this painting can be called" Qingming River Picture "."
Yes, it's the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival.
Chen Xiao thought of this painting when he looked at the Song City before. If he didn't look at the content outside the city, the style of the two paintings was very similar.
You should know that in previous generations, The Picture of the River during the Qingming Festival was a national treasure. It was one of the top ten famous paintings handed down from generation to generation in China, and was also called "the first masterpiece of China".
If such a masterpiece is not shown to the world, it is simply natural.
"The Picture of the River during the Qingming Festival?"
"Yes, The Picture of the River during the Qingming Festival!
If you think about it, open this picture gently. First, there is the scene in the countryside. The caravans on the main road beside the stream come from the north to Dongjing City. They are driving camels and donkeys. The groom is leading the camel. The ones behind automatically follow the camels in front, and the workers behind are driving forward with whip, From their skillful movements, we can see that this caravan is an old caravan.
A small boat is tied beside the bridge. Scattered farmyards are scattered among the trees. There are bird nests on several tall trees. There are several stone rollers on the wheat field. There are several sheep in the sheep pen. There are chicken and duck pens nearby
Pedestrians in the roadside teahouse are drinking tea, two cows are tied to the farmhouse nearby, and farmers are watering and fertilizing the fields in the distance
A few more restaurants and shops will lead you to Bianliang Avenue. There is a lot of traffic on both sides, but none of them can leave the dock. The dock is in full swing, unloading, and one by one dock workers are unloading.
A boat boss in front just finished paying and was about to leave, but he happened to meet an acquaintance, who remembered to go on the boat, but could not snub his friends, so he could only talk anxiously for a few words and then leave with his fists folded... "
Chen Xiao divided the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival into scenes, and then described the stories one by one, giving people a feeling of immersive.
"Reclining trough!"
Guo Le looked at Chen Xiao in shock. Is this the eloquence of a top novelist?
It's like seeing it with your own eyes.
Teacher Cao was also fascinated by this. This is not a painting, but a story, a story of Tokyo.
"On the Bian River, there should be not only passenger ships, but also merchants who see profits, and set up several cruise ships for tourists to drink tea and enjoy the scenery of Tokyo on the Bian River.
On both sides of the avenue, the houses are uneven, including tea shops, wine shops, foot shops, butchers, temples, and public complexes.
In the shop, there are specialized businesses such as silk, jewelry, spices, incense, paper horses, etc. In addition, there are also medical clinics, cart repair, fortune telling, facial surgery, and all walks of life.
Large shops also set up "Colorful Building and Joyous Gate" at the front of the shop, hang the banner of the market to attract business, and the street pedestrians are coming one after another.
There are merchants doing business, gentry looking at street scenes, officials riding horses, peddlers, family members in sedan chairs, walking monks with baskets on their backs, foreign tourists asking for directions, street children who have heard of books, children of rich families drinking in restaurants, disabled elderly beggars near the city, men, women, old and young, farmers, industry and commerce, and people of all ages.
Transportation vehicles: sedan chairs, camels, ox carts, rickshaws, peace carts, flathead carts, all kinds of vehicles, all kinds of prosperous scenes of a commercial city... "
Not only Guo Le, but also Cao Yong was shocked: "You mean crosstalk, little brother?"
It's a pity not to talk about crosstalk.
Besides, he didn't expect Chen Xiao would have such a thorough consideration so soon.
It can be said that Chen Xiao thought of what he could think of, and what Chen Xiao thought was more detailed than him. What he did not think of, Chen Xiao also thought of.
Cao Yong asked, "Is there anything else?"
I don't know why, but he felt that Chen Xiao certainly didn't finish talking, or even said he wanted to enjoy himself.
He also has an illusion that if he really gives Chen Xiao time, he can improve the world in a short time alone.
Think about it, a picture scroll several meters long.
Little by little, each scroll roll is a story until the scroll is fully unfolded.
This is immersive!
How can such a painting not be shocking!
If such a picture can be drawn, all the requirements of the organizing committee can be met.
And the person who painted such a picture is also famous for China.
Cao Yong was moved.
Chen Xiao smiled and said, "Of course, if you let me continue, I can talk for another half an hour."
“……”
Cao Yong: "What on earth do you do?"
Guo Le hurriedly came up and said, "Mr. Cao, Brother Chen is a writer, and my father has published his books."