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Author: Apricot and Pear

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"Professor Sakai, if there is a mistake in restoring a monumental mural, is there any way to make up for it?"

make up?

Sakai Ichinai was surprised. He knew that Mr. Cao was always careful when he was restoring the vintage murals. Could it be that something happened?

"If it's just a mistake or two, it's better to keep it the same. Secondary processing is secondary damage, and this is completely impossible."

He shook his head.

"What if it was a large-scale mistake?"

"How could it be that large area?"

Sakai Ichinai was shocked again, wondering in his heart which fool had caused such a big deal, which made Mr. Cao worry so much that he wanted to wipe his butt.

"If it is a large area, there may be no way. If the color is light, you can only cover it with another layer. If the color is dark, you can only shovel it off, or use chemical fading method to slowly wash it, try to make the color lighter as much as possible.

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"That is, keeping traces of repair, but letting traces of repair become the background of the original painting. It is equivalent to disguised shadow method."

Old Cao nodded.

"No, this is completely impossible to exert the advantage of not damaging the original monument. Moreover, whether the paint applied is modified with a painting knife, it may damage the wall structure of the overall mural." Lin Tao objected

Opinions.

Sakai Ichinai also shook his head and thought for a while: "Is it bad, or is it better not to repair it."

"I know, but... the plan cannot keep up with the changes."

Mr. Cao finally sighed again.

"Old Cao, I found a work order, they registered it themselves."

Lao Yang had found the task list from the registration office on the side, which clearly stated on it "Fresco No. 17-Jiu, Gu."

When Tanaka Masao saw this scene, he knew that he hadn't run away.

Gu Weijing and the others were really miserable, and they couldn't argue.

He was sure that he was very careful in doing things, and even if the number plate was sent for physical evidence to identify, he would not leave half of his fingerprint.

Mr. Cao didn't say anything, but just handed the registration form to Ichise Sakai on the side.

"Professor Sakai, you can see it yourself."

Mr. Cao said.

"Um?"

When Sakai Ichisei saw the name of his baby son on the registration form, his face almost turned green. He knew what the No.17 mural means.

"Saukai Tsunamasaki! Come here!"

His belly trembled violently, and he shouted loudly like a landlady who played the lion roar in Kung Fu.

His name is Sakai Tsunamasaki, not Tsunamasaki.

Any parent who yells his child with his full name is a sign of being very angry.

Sakai Gangchao didn't expect that he had his own business here. He had a full meal of seafood paella at noon. When someone else was worshiping Buddha, he even asked the monk for two cushions and took a short look.

At this moment, he was strolling behind the crowd.

He didn't care at all about what happened. He was looking forward to a good show with the intention of watching the fun and not being too serious. It would be better if he could just get all the work in the afternoon.

As a result, I suddenly heard my father's unprecedented anger and quickly ran over.

"What's wrong?"

"You signed the mural of No. 17?" Sakai Ichinai asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Sakai Tsunamasaki glanced at the registration form. He only remembered that he took out the most reliable sign from the box and signed it.

Bang!

Sakai slapped his son directly in the face.

Sakai Tsuna Katsushima was stunned. He sat on the ground with his face covering his face, and was in a daze.

In my memory, my father never beats me, never once.

What exactly happened?

"Okay, this is not Gangchang's fault. Even if he got the wrong brand, Gu Weijing shouldn't not understand his own doodle of how much he weighs."

Lin Tao, who knew the reason for the incident, no longer had any love for Gu Weijing in his tone.

He thought in his heart that he didn't know the world was so high.

...

The moment when Gu Weijing, who was covered in pigments, stood in front of the "Picture of Protecting Buddhas and Protecting Dharma", fell into everyone's sight.

The discussion in the crowd spread out immediately like a buzzing fly.

"What's going on? Why is he here."

"Isn't this Mr. Cao's painting?"

"Who asked him to paint this complex mural? He dared to paint such complex murals? He played the piano randomly."

Gu Tongxiang immediately realized something was wrong.

He didn't know what the No.17 mural is for.

But he had carefully paid attention to all the colored murals left to young painters such as grandson and his son, and there was absolutely no "Picture of Protecting Buddhas and Protecting Dharma" in it.

I also recalled the reaction of Mr. Cao's words that he had just heard Lao Yang's words, and an unknown premonition appeared in his mind.

He subconsciously wanted to rush up and ask why his grandson was here.

But a dry, thin, and old-spotted hand was placed on his chest.

It's Mr. Cao.

"...Old Cao, I don't know what happened, but Gu Weijing is just a child...I...I..." Gu Tongxiang's face turned pale.

Mr. Cao had no interest in answering Gu Tongxiang's explanation.

He had even ignored Gu Weijing, his eyes were staring at the wall, and his eyelids were beating slightly.

Huh?

The fat on Uncle Sakai's belly trembled, and he also noticed that something was wrong with the paint on the wall.

Um?

Lin Tao was only a moment later than Sakai and also discovered the changes in the paint on the wall. He grabbed his hair that was about to fall out, shaking incredible ways.

At this time, we can see the gap in everyone's experience. Artists with rich experience in murals suddenly became stunned, and all kinds of strange tones were emitted in their nasal cavity, which sounded like an ensemble of high and low parts.

There is a problem,

There is definitely something wrong with the paint on this wall.

It's a little too harmonious. It's original, not like it, but real.

It seems that the ghost of an old painter from centuries ago traveled through time and space, filling the blanks on the wall with paint and colors.

Although they can all modulate the color to an extremely similar level, they also know that even if there is only a small change in color level, the final impression will be different.

The newly painted paint on the mural in front of me is by no means any combination that people like them are familiar with.

"sharp!"

The original restlessness in the crowd soon became quiet, and many people regarded it as Mr. Cao's work.

But why is Gu Weijing the one who holds the pen?

Is it because you may become your disciple and give special opportunities?

But even the younger professors were moved by the right to hold such important murals.

Handed it to a young man who has not yet grown up.

I think too much of him.

"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Cao, sorry..."

Only Gu Tongxiang was not thinking about painting at this time. He bent over and looked at Mr. Cao with fear and fear.

It’s about your grandson, and your face is no longer important.

"Old Gu, why are you sorry?" Old Cao waved his hand and pursed his lips slightly.

When he was sentenced to death by the No. 17 mural, he felt so heartbroken, and now his joy was so surging.

The contrasting stimulation brought by expected management requires that the old man must control the corners of his mouth vigorously in order to prevent himself from laughing out loud.
Chapter completed!