Xu Beihong was curious that this age came to ask for painting and didn’t know if it was for others to do it. If it was his own asking for painting, he wouldn’t know whether he knew the rules for painting, but it was not easy to ask too straightforwardly, so he said.

"You mean you are asking for a painting?"

Regarding Mr. Xu's question, Xu Guo immediately replied:

"It's just that the boy is asking for painting by himself. I fell in love with the horses drawn by my husband a long time ago, but I have always suffered from the lack of mellow pens and dared not come to ask for painting.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to report my article some time ago and got some royalties. I dared to come to my house to ask for paintings when I was free today."

Xu Guo understood that there was no relationship between the two, and it was impossible for him to show off his paintings in front of Xu and others, so he came here to directly explain his purpose and expressed his willingness to draw according to the rules of the painting world.

In fact, such painters are good painters, and painters also need to support their families. They can save money by using firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Seeing that he was so wise, Xu Beihong's attitude became a little gentler. In addition, he was willing to spend money on his paintings at such an age, so he planned to be more casual when offering a price.

"It is really one of my happiest things to do recently. For nothing else, just for your attitude of seeking painting and your willingness to work hard to get your favorite paintings.

I wonder what the year is now, do you have any specific requirements for paintings?”

Hearing Mr. Xu’s inquiry, Xu Guo replied:

"The boy is now 13 or 14. I hope that the teacher can help me write the eight words "The rest of my life is to be happy, and I am determined to be a thousand miles away."

As for the specific painting requirements, I have not cultivated enough in this regard, so I don’t want to mention it easily. I just hope that the teacher can create the meaning of these eight words.

In addition, I didn't know how to make the money for Mr. I only brought 1.2 million yuan today (if you are not used to the old coin units, please convert it to 120 yuan). Therefore, I hope Mr. forgives the boy for being greedy and try to help me draw a masterpiece."

When Xu Beihong heard the child say this, he couldn't help laughing, and then Qi Bo laughed, laughing so much that he was overjoyed. After a while, Xu Beihong said.

"As you say that, it's almost half a month's salary for you to bring so much money. It seems that you want to come and prevent me from resting.

That's it. I don't have too much paper here now, so it seems impossible to draw a big picture."

As he said that, Xu Beihong pulled out a roll of rice paper from the paper tube beside him and spread it on the table and said:

"Today, this paper is so big, so let's do it. If you turn 13 this year, I will accept 130,000 yuan as a pen for you. If you have more, you can collect it yourself.

If you give me less money, I will suffer less.”

After saying that, he didn't care about how Xu Guo responded, so he began to prepare for painting.

Xu Guo naturally had no objection to Mr. Xu's proposal. In his opinion, it is a success to be able to successfully obtain painting today.

"Then I will accept your affection today, Mr.!"

After saying that, he stood quietly aside and admired Xu Beihong's paintings.

Different from Western paintings, the time spent on painting cannot be compared. Take today for example. The paintings on the table are about 4 feet long and 2 feet wide. Mr. Xu only took more than half an hour to draw.

The time for Chinese painting is so fast, but you should not underestimate Chinese painting because it takes time.

Chinese ink paintings are not like Western oil paintings. They can also be modified through overlay during the painting process. They must be completed in one go and no mistakes can be allowed.

So the effort spent behind this more than half an hour has been years and without such a prelude, it can only be a delusion to become a master of Chinese painting.

It was not until Mr. Xu finished writing that Xu Guo sighed.

"To see the gentleman write his own handwriting today and witness such a horse appearing on the paper is a blessing worth remembering for a lifetime."

Xu Beihong heard many similar words of praise, so he just smiled and said.

"It is a blessing for me to have someone who loves painting like a friend. If there are more juniors who love painting like you, my Chinese art will surely prosper."

Because the painting had to be thoroughly dried, Xu Guo started chatting with the two old men in the office. During this period, Xu Guo confirmed the identity of the old man with long beards.

"It turns out that you are Master Qibo Shiqi. When you came, you vaguely felt like you, but you didn't dare to confirm it at that time, please forgive me!

I have also been famous for the shrimps drawn by the old man for a long time, but in order to obtain Mr. Xu's thousand-mile horse for the purpose of showing his ambition, I dare not think too much if I have limited money.

Now I am lucky to have a picture of a horse. Now I know that Mr. Qi is in front of me, I am a little arrogant."

After confirming his identity, Xu Guo felt that the opportunity was not missed. At such an old man, there were not many opportunities to find a painting specially made for him from him, so he had to hurry up.

Therefore, he ignored the occasion and expressed his thoughts indirectly.

In fact, what he didn't know was that among these two masters in the painting world, Xu Beihong went to the immortals earlier than Qi Boshi. Because they were close friends, after Xu Beihong died in 1953, in order to avoid the excessive sadness of Mr. Qi Boshi, the news of his death has been concealed for three years.

Later, when a student from afar came to visit Qi Bo, he accidentally let him know that Mr. Qi found out.

About a year later, the old man Qiboshi drove a crane to look for his friends.

Of course, he didn't know that it would be a bad thing to seek it because he didn't know that it would be a bad thing. After all, the old man is so old and his energy is getting worse day by day. It is definitely a good thing to be able to get his paintings as soon as possible.

When he heard Xu Guo say this, Qi Bo didn't see him and immediately said.

"Since you are interested in your little doll, I'll make some fun today, and I'll only receive 130,000 yuan of pens for you. In the future, you have to be a good horse, so that our actions today will become a good story."

The reason why Qi Bo was like this was also related to his past as a city painter. His past experience made him more casual and he was willing to fulfill this little baby when he saw his friends, so he was interested.

Xu Guo didn't expect that the old man was so cheerful, so he quickly bowed:

"Thank you, the old man for making it happen."

Compared with the energetic Principal Xu, Mr. Qi's painting speed is much slower.

In addition, he deliberately made up his interest and chose a piece of paper of the same size as Xu Beihong. It took nearly an hour to complete the whole painting.

However, although the drawing was slower, Mr. Qi was still healthy at this time and did not show much fatigue.

Even so, Xu Guo had just finished painting and helped the old man back to his chair and sit down to rest.

As usual, in order to wait until the painting is dry, the three of them sat down and started chatting. During this period, Xu Guo heard the two gentlemen talk about the past in the Chinese painting industry. In the meantime, he also briefly mentioned the articles he published in the newspaper under the concern of the two gentlemen.

Because of the constant topic, it doesn’t seem dull when waiting.

Afterwards, Xu Guo planned to invite the two gentlemen to have a meal together, but the gentlemen insisted on refusing.
Chapter completed!